Across The Universe

namaste

Of course we are aware of the concept of “putting things out into the Universe”. Sending out positive energy, t. You might also say you are giving it to God.  Praying. Meditating.  Call it what you will.  I believe it’s all the same action and serves the same purpose.

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me…

Myself, having arrived at my spiritual beliefs by way of a rough and rugged road. I prefer to light a candle and waft those weighty concerns, aspirations, yearnings, and gratitude like a transcendent mist into the vast, great ether of mystery.  To be quiet, still.  To visualize the results. To listen. Those actions provide me with a sense of peace and an awareness that I’m not alone and my longings aren’t simply falling upon deaf ears. They have a destination. Where their journey ends, I may never know.  But that isn’t important to me.  It’s the interaction with the Great Unknown, the Universe, that fortifies me.

Manifesting a reality. That on which you focus expands. That is the end-game for all of this, right?  The goal. The reason we believe in something greater than ourselves. We are all connected.

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe…

Do you believe that we ultimately get what we give?  That you reap what you sow?  In karma?  That the energy we expend to the wider world and beyond comes back to us in some form, at some point?  That which we don’t understand is still an answer; sometimes it comes in the form of a lesson. Let’s tune in and pay attention. Imagine if we saw each obstacle, as well as each other, as an opportunity to learn, grow, and love. Easier said than done, trust me.  I’m no where near mastering that challenge.  I am still a child.  But it’s what we all strive for.  Something, a desire, a goal, a hope for another is put on your heart.  How do you accomplish what is seemingly impossible?

I find myself cyclically fighting the same inner battles and struggling with some of the same issues, time and time again.   All we can do is to keep trying. Trust ourselves and listen to our instincts, our hearts, the collective consciousness. To have an open heart and an open mind.  Focus on the positive. Do good in the world. Desire the change. Visualize, manifest.

Let go.

Something’s gonna change your world.  I know it.

Sounds of laughter, shades of life are ringing through my open ears
Inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on, across the universe

*With all love and respect to the great John Lennon, I prefer the Rufus Wainwright version.  It’s so impactful and visually stunning.

One

1 wall

One is enough. Forever. In fact, it’s one too many. Traumatizing, it is.  More so than seeing that first crow’s foot.  Or when you realized you couldn’t just cut a few calories, work out a little and lose 10 lbs. in a week.  This one – there’s a finality to it.  And base, raw humiliation.

Most women (and probably some guys) “of a certain age” know what I’m talking about.  That one stray, discolored fiber on the carpet. That tiny little spot on the rug.  More than likely, very few people will even have the opportunity to see it, let alone notice it.  But you know it’s there.  Down there.  Like a big, giant gray neon sign flashing “You’re old!  You’re old!”

Next you’re faced with the dilemma – what do I DO with this invader?  Pluck? Dye?  Ignore? Accept?  Dispense with the whole business? (Ouch)  Watch the Sex in the City episode where it happens to Samantha so you don’t feel like such an elderly freak?  (Season 6. Episode 12, for future reference.)

Or flaunt the fact that you have no filter and write about it in hopes that others will commiserate with you.

Or write an ode to it:

O Bastard wire 

You are the most loathsome

Because you are solitary

You are the harbinger

And I curse you to Hades

You’ve heard the saying “Getting old is not for pussies.” ?   Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but horrifyingly enough, it is.