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I sit here at the eve of tomorrow contemplating once again the paths which I have traveled. It seems a never ending tipping of the scales between right and wrong, positive and negative. Things to please God and things to disappoint him. It can all seem quite tiresome at times.
My dear friend Joey came over for dinner tonight. My first real dinner guest since I moved in on August 1st, 1997. We haven�t shared company for quite some time and seeing him again has brought this tired old heart much needed joy. I must confess that his spirit is very dear to me. I love him very much. I thank God for the blessings of our friendship.
My heart is strangely at ease now. I feel at this moment that things are going to be all right, that �all is as it should be�. I find it so very difficult to express in words and within the realm of mind and heart, all the things I feel from the spirit. These attempts I make seem so very vague and undefined. It seems so hard to get down the true power and definition of such spiritual endeavors. There simply doesn�t seem to be any definite words or expression for the things which well up from my soul. It always seems so powerful, yet so incredibly subtle.
These words and phrases I transcribe seem so one dimensional and empty of content when trying to capture the essence of my spiritual side. I stop many times in mid-sentence to search for better words, but no matter how profound or charged these words seem, the feelings of the soul are multiplied tenfold at the least. When I say that someone brings me joy and that I love them, it seems so flat and un-alive. I would need to include the feeling of the warm, comforting sunlight on my body, the beautiful sound of a perfectly played sonnet on stringed instruments, the smell of jasmine and peach blossoms on a crisp spring morning and the awesome sight of Niagara falls and all of it�s power. And even with these things envisioned along with the words, it still falls so very short of the true passion and flavor of the feelings inside.
Sometimes I wonder what it is that blocks our full expression. Is it fear? Is it something else? I only know that I wish I could break the barrier and not feel so frustrated at my inability to express fully. But is there really a barrier or is there something we impose ourselves which we see as a block? Perhaps I will not know within this lifetime. But I know that I have felt that full expression, a very state of being in fact, while on my one incredible astral journey. Perhaps this is why I always feel so lacking. ~FIN |
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