Imagine Yourself In A Larger View
“God, playing a game of tag, said: ‘You are it.’ I mean, you are really it.” —Kabir
Imagine a soul viewpoint. You perceive a felt sense of expansion. “This can be done anytime,” I tell myself—despite a daily focus on what is a temporary expression as a mind with physical body.
There’s an energy I can call “me” that’s more than the body.
Energy doesn’t die, at least according to physicist Albert Einstein’s research. Substitute the word Love for energy? Love as God, or Creator Source, a mysterious and infinite flow that gives life doesn’t die.
There are many forms in this content, and they all change. The fact that forms exist at all is some kind of miracle. Inhabiting a physical body is a way to experience “separateness” from the whole; though not right or wrong, it ironically occurs while living in the wholeness.
You could say Love is the entirety that expresses in and yet is transcendent of forms. It is also you and I in the world but not of it. What, however, about the “me” that can’t sleep because of something is said in a meeting earlier in the day?
It’s just my ego judging an experience. It’s only the part of me that identifies itself as separate from others. Isn’t it interesting that instead of living Love first, it needs to sometimes shine as a special self?
To say, “I am little and unworthy and must suffer something to get back to It” keeps me from feeling the flow now. This physical body-mind self is a construct used to experience the world as a seemingly separated aspect of it. Meantime the Source loves and judges not.
Revelations prove the connection, but the ego needs to run the show as a separate being—and judge, or criticize everything. The ego is an illusory construct, though it does serve to make sure I eat, sleep, and take care of the body in general. The irony of the illusion, or the non-existence of separateness is that it can’t exist.
There is another voice, and you hear it when you are silent long enough to listen to your breath for a few minutes. You can let this “voice” of love breathe into you—or the one of separateness, which is fear. Which voice will we listen to at each moment?
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