Beyond the cacophony

Softly, it seemed, the rising moon whispered into our hearts to be absolutely still, to listen deeply to the rhapsody sweeping throughout the cosmos, gently lifting our inner beings away from the dark imaginings of the day, into her mysterious bosom of love. 

Silently, reverently, joyfully, we heard and followed her guiding blue radiance into another world more alive and essential than anything we could have ever imagined, to behold a gorgeous timeless dimensional reality, beyond the cacophony all around us in our daily lives. 

So often I forget, maybe we all forget, that we are like children hard at play in the backyard, believing all the while that the mud pies and forts are somehow real when that's all they are - pretending to be real - not real at all.  These careers, jobs, pressured commitments and daily routines, responsibilities all crescendoing to an overwhelming sense of urgency, really are not important.  Not really. 

Sometimes I wonder if we aren't spending all our lives pursuing nothing more than a backyard soire and missing the real beauty, the utterly breath-taking essence of being alive, deeply in love with this precious and beautiful gift of life itself, spread out before us on this Earth like a royal banquet.  

It seems really that all we have to do is show up with our hearts open and listen - listen to life buzzing around us - embrace the thoughts and ideas of others, even their very varied lifestyles and preferences, with joy, acceptance and even - or more importantly - with love.  Yes, embrace their unique differences - Republican or Democrat - rich or poor - immigrant or citizen - because none of it matters anymore than what you wear today to school or work.  All that matters is how open your heart is - my heart is - to each other and to life. 

Today, as you step out into this wiley world, smile at yourself and admit that as much as you love the game you play every day, a part of you would love to enter the beauty beyond the swirling, spinning, screaming, stage on which we act everyday. 

Reverence is the gift heaven gives us when we stop for a moment to remember and allow her to flow us away from all the seriousness, the masks we wear everyday, if only for just a few moments.  

A greater respect for life itself - the living of it, the being in it -  bubbling up from within us like a hot springs - will be given to us along with the promise that life will be sweeter and filled with more awe than you ever felt before because you were too busy pretending to be alive when the gift was always there, waiting patiently for you to see it.  

Pax