Song of the Soul January 13, 2009
Posted by Geoffrey Wilson in : Meditations , trackbackSome of the best conversations any of us might ever have the good fortune to experience or be privy to, could well take place on the banks of a river in some pristine corner of God’s paradise.
Somewhere nature’s symphony can faintly be heard in the near distance and only punctuated by the sound of earnest voices content with sharing their point of connection to the divine.
Seekers of spiritual understanding congregate in such places.
There the air is clean and pure.
There the light is magnanimous in its distribution.
There the murmur of water flowing along the stream is hypnotically transcendent.
There the mind is utterly attentive and aware.
There the senses are alive in the stillness of budding sanctuary.
In reality, ‘there’ is as much ‘here’ as ‘here’ is ‘there’!
Suddenly, the man dressed in a long beige robe that has seen better days, leans on his walking stick to catch his breath.
He has been traipsing across valleys and hills all morning and his younger companion complies with his need to take a well deserved rest.
Then the older man slumps to the ground and makes himself comfortable as he settles his buttocks on a hard flat rock that serves him on this occasion as a chair.
He begins to chuckle and then casually makes one of those profound comments he is proverbial for coming out with, in the unlikeliest of moments.
‘Desires are always painful stumbling blocks to our spiritual development you know, and nor must we shirk our responsibility to grow!’
His companion is accustomed to the old man’s ways.
So he listens carefully as the rushing water in the bubbling stream cascades.
‘The song of the soul is freedom… the song of the soul is love and compassion for all mankind… the song of the soul is acceptance… of who you really are and what you have really been. In this there is no judgment! And when the battle between ‘this’ and ‘that’ comes to an end, when the conflict of the opposites ceases to be, something truly miraculous happens. In this moment, you discover the mystic reality of emptiness.’
The younger man contemplates the words as they penetrate beyond the analysis of intellect and reach deep into a quiet zone, closer to the source of creation and yet more intimate than a fleeting smile on the face of a passerby.
‘Spiritual power emanates from the soul… the soul of you and the soul of me… but it is impersonal and impartial. Love is impersonal and because of this it can move a mountain.’
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This is delightful. Thanks.
Very beautiful