I apologize for looking for my spiritual life
independent from you, as though God is a disembodied construct and not a felt
experience.
Like a good little head-tripper, I wanted to think God, rather than
to feel God.
And so I looked for God on the sky ways of detachment, mistaking
self-avoidance for enlightenment itself.
I went down this path for some time,
seemingly calm on the outside, but a bubbling cauldron of unresolved feelings
in the deep within.
In truth, the closest I ever came to an inclusive
consciousness were in those moments when I surrendered to you completely,
blemishes and all.
It is no accident that we are here in physical form - God is
IN the people.
I apologize for looking for God outside the temple walls.
Live a
life of complete passionate awareness, making love to my environment, experiencing
every feeling, sensation and blessed emotion.
Surrendering my body to the cool
grass on a warm summer day, or holding a delicate flower in my hands while
filling my eyes with its beauty as I inhale sweet fragrant gifts.
Or giving my
feet permission to play with the earth as I attentively listen with delight to
wind songs gently caressing the leaves of stately elms that vibrate in resonant
harmony.
As I savour all the wonderful flavours of nature’s bounty, it is with
reverent appreciation and deepest gratitude that I give thanks to the divine
for the gifts of sensual abundance.
My body is a temple and god/ess resides in
me.
ps/smoh
