The River

I was listening to and old song I found ages ago, and in that they mentioned the words “having polished the mirror of my heart”. It made me think of feelings and expression and their origin or direction. So often, we are told or shown that there is a target for the feelings and that those are the source. But then at the same time we are told that it comes from within, so find the source there. And in holding those thoughts I contemplated the mirror of the heart. Through this I led myself through a meandering river of thought. One current pulling one way and another current pulling the next. Is the river the current, is the river the water or is the river me?

Why does my mind need to have an answer. Does my mind really know how the sun shines, sure I can rattle of some physics, but what does that even mean. Do I really know. Do you know how you open your hand? Do you really know? Does it stop you from being able to open your hand at all, does it stop the sun from shining? And so I think back to the mirror statement. You would think its the word “heart”, clearly is the strongest and most powerful and the one that the energy is pointed towards. But what if that is what grounds us in the physical world? Ok, so then the mirror, ahhh yest relfecting, intorspection, bouncing between two seemingly different things, that has to be the point, that has to be it. Its our deepening and our enriching of our worlds that makes the difference right? But then I thought about it a little more……. and its the polish. The gentle action of clearing away what prevents clarity. That is what makes it all come together and the part that is often forgotten. It is the part that lets us more clearly see what is around us, but it also lets us feel more deeply what reflects into our soul. And oddly enough, its also the aspect that no one can ever take from us completely. Everything can be in chaos, everything can be crumbling, your own body can be hurting or reacting, but we always have the ability to clean the view.

Laughter

I dunno, I just cant help but laugh at myself in these reflections. Mainly because I will spend so much time trying to “figure things out”, only to come to the realization that the looking is the thing. Not that the outcome doesnt matter (although, is their such a thing as an ouctome lol?), but that the looking is what builds me, feeds me, lets me grow and shine when I am called to. Its what makes it so my next choice is done with more purpose and clarity, which then reflects in a subtle reattunement to where my energy should flow. And no, its almost never some huge jump as it may seem in the world. Its the 10k mini choices, that carry the ability to do something different to the entire world that we all think is the ultimate decider. And it does not have to be this vs that or one battle against the other, choices are not always so simple like that. More often the real choice is, do I want to be awake? Awake for the experience of brushing your teeth, awake for the life event of eating a muffin, awake for the wonder that is walking out the door on a cold morning. And every drop of this awareness builds in us, opens us, frees us, no matter the circumstances. The power in holding this can never be stolen, can never be taken away and can never be limited as long as we allow it to flourish. Its just tricky because so much of the world is designed to keep us distracted, chasing, hunting, hiding. But if I keep my eyes open, if I clear the dirt from my mirror, then I am given a million chances a day for one more drop. And while the mountain may seem the impossible force, it is the stream underneath that holds the true power. Not in force or rigidity, but in flow and softness.