Summary

The article "Touching The Divine Within" reflects on the profound and often contradictory emotions of life, suggesting that the divine is found not in seeking love or the divine itself, but in removing internal barriers that prevent one from experiencing them.

Abstract

The author of "Touching The Divine Within" delves into the intricate tapestry of human emotions, describing the experience of living with a heavy heart that is paradoxically filled with a deep, un-exuberant delight. This delight is rooted in the beauty and impermanence of life's moments. The piece draws on the wisdom of Rumi and Mother Meera to emphasize that the divine is inherent in all aspects of life, transcending traditional distinctions between the sacred and the mundane. The author finds solace and purpose in the act of writing, likening it to a divine flow that moves through an instrument. The text suggests that by embracing our innate connection with the divine, we can experience a transformative sense of beingness, much like a musical instrument experiencing melody or a canvas being painted upon. It encourages readers to trust their inner voice and intuition, as exemplified by the teachings of Edgar Cayce, and to find joy in the divine dance within, as life continuously changes around us.

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The author believes that the common definitions of being heavy-hearted do not capture the full depth of the experience, which includes moments of profound joy amidst melancholy.
Rumi's and Mother Meera's insights are used to argue that the divine is not something to be sought externally but rather something to be uncovered within oneself by removing self-imposed barriers.
Writing is seen as a sacred act, essential to the author's sense of self and connection to the divine.
The author equates human experiences with artistic and natural processes, suggesting a shared divinity in all forms of existence.
There is an emphasis on the importance of inner guidance and intuition over external influences, drawing from the teachings of Edgar Cayce.
The author advocates for an open heart and a joyful embrace of the divine spark within, which remains constant despite life's transient nature.

Touching The Divine Within

An envigorated sense of beingness

Heavy-hearted I walk through this life on most days.

What does this mean, to be heavy-hearted?

The dictionary leads to melancholy, depression, disspirited, joyless…

But this is not the definition I’d give it, for a deep un-exuberant delight weaves through it all.

I’d say the feeling is more filled with all the beauty, the resplendence, the frailty, the impermanence, the sweetness, the meaningful moments of being that pass like fallen leaves.

A warm embrace that becomes a footprint in the sand, taken back out to sea.

Rumi says, “your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”

This could be said for The Divine, as it is equally true. And is love not the most divine of all?

Your task is not to seek the divine, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

I’m recalling a quote from Mother Meera that pins the tail on this donkey:

All the old separations between “holy” and “worldly” are not real. Everything is divine. Everything.

In a song called Wishing, a ballerina dances while a man plays the piano, her shadow gently touches the floor as the sun emerges behind a cloud, giving back life to the faded.

It feels so good to write another day. I need the page, possibly more than it needs me, and I am grateful for these fingers, these hands, this keyboard, for the flow moving within me as a song moves through an instrument.

What would it be like to be a musical instrument? Melody whisking through you, a bliss breeze to the core—

To be as blank as a page or a canvas, and feel the words and paint flow upon you —

To be the imprint of a hand into wet clay, remaining only as long as the mold—

Or to be the energy that tingles up and down the spine of a tree —

Each soul constantly in contact with meeting self.

Edgar Cayce, a great American prophet and psychic writes,

“Depend more upon the intuitive forces from within and not harken so much to that of outside influences — but learn to listen to that still small voice from within.”

A small voice as delicate and soft as the silky muzzle of a mother horse touching the top of your head as you collect grass for her on the other side of the fence.

Step beyond the fence and she’ll nudge you from behind the chest, encouraging, open your heart, and stand tall with joy. Become enlivened with the same flame of divine dancing within, while life steadily melts like wax around a wick. Glaciers, reemerging into the oneness of the sea.