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In Between Stories ~ Rumi
Did you hear that?
It’s the man who was looking for treasure.
He wants me to finish his story.
You didn’t hear him?
Then, he must be inside me yelling, “Over Here! Come over here!”
Don’t think of him as a seeker, though.
Whatever he’s looking for, he is that himself.
How can a lover be anything other than the beloved?
Every second he’s bowing to the mirror.
If he could see for just a second one molecule
of what’s there without fantasizing about it,
His imagination, and he himself,
Would vanish, with all his knowledge, obliterated
into a new birth, a perfectly clear view,
A voice that says, “I am God.”
That same voice that told angels to bow to Adam,
because they were identical to him.
It’s the voice that first said,
There is no reality but God.
There is only God.
We humans have all sorts of habits. Some we change. We quit smoking. Eat healthier, walk a little more, buy orange Christmas lights rather than white. Our taste in music changes, our groups of friends wax and wane. There are some things, though, we tend to hold on to for dear life. As if they are our life. Think about the current state of religious & political affairs to catch my drift.
There is another idea, a habit that many cling to that I want to ask about here. Similar habits framed in a slightly different fashion, methinks. We seem to cling to the notion that there is something outside us that guides, chides, tests, taunts, aids, destroys, makes and takes. We seem comfortable at some level, too, with using words like co-creator; phrases like Divinely-inspired. We’ll accept messages from aliens, atlanteans, metatron and michael but seem hard-pressed to consider that we are creator, we are inspired, we are our own messengers.
And, so I ask the following:
What if there is no other great orchestrator or observer? What if there is no oversoul, higher guardian, a higher level of Godliness, an ascension to something, somewhere else? No intergalactic collective of whatever that we need to ask permission of? Nothing or no one outside of us?
What if there is no one thing greater than each individual one of us?
What if we really hold onto the ideas and likenesses Christ, Mohammed, Abraham, and other prophets because they chose to act as if they were God and we think we can’t or shouldn’t?
What if we really have all that power and grace? What if we are that power and grace?
We. Are. God. ?
What if you are not an embodiment of something outside yourself? What if you are not made in the image of something greater than you?
What if you knew you needn’t be saved or rescued? What if you are that greatness you’ve imagined outside yourself?
What if, to know yourself & see yourself as god only took one breath? One thought? One experience? Would you breathe and see?
Would you be able to look in the mirror and know? Would you be willing to know?
You. Are. God?
What if you saw in the mirror not just your face but all the grace, glory, peace, kindness, mercy, ferocity, love, compassion, strength, courage, and wisdom within you and all those you touch? And, those you will never know?
What if that one small thought led you to know every. single. living. thing as god as well? Same as you but different?
Would you see your neighbor, lover, child; prisoner, pensioner, plumber, trash collector, welfare recipient, jihadi, dog catcher and fighter as god? Could you do that? Could you hold them in the same regard as you do your heroes and other holy ones? Excited for their life’s opportunities—the same as your own?
Would you do that? Would you be willing to take that great leap in your own life to know yourself?
Are you afraid of the greatness? Of the responsibility for yourself? Others? Are we afraid of that? Are we afraid that it’s really not unknown to us? That there is no real mystery or magic to it? That it’s really that simple?
What if we didn’t have to wait for anything? What if each of us were already worthy and ready? Just as we are…
What if it took nothing else but to just Know?
What if we really are the bees knees, all that and a bag of chips? What if we are just singularly pretty freakin’ awesome human beings? What if we all knew that and lived as such, recognizing that divinity in each other and every single thing?