Nov 16, 2012
can catch the words.
So here I am again. Three years later and Truth has truly become like Krisnamurti has said… “a pathless land.”
Life has humbled me this year. I thought what was the worst had passed, but now I’m beginning to understand that better or worse are old remnants of a conditioned mind.
A mind that has nothing but complaints and desires. And then the polishing of the heart. The constant and deliberate process. I am feeling its burning, burning away the ideals of the past only to desire again truly the deepest love one can.
I travel today with other seekers to a place of spiritual calling. A longing in my heart, so deeply fulfilled, by the entire sequence of events that will unfold over the next few days and yet I know it is just one more experience in the pathless-ness of Truth. That what I need I am always getting. That when I cry I am always held. That when I reach out I am always protected.
Nov 23, 2012
Returned. Arriving home from home. What does it mean when every place becomes home? Where love embraces me as if I am no stranger, as if i’m not the seeker but the seeked?
Ganje Shakar. The Sweet One. There are no words for this week. The beads of my tasbih lay witness to what my soul experienced with the deepest of gratitude.