carsonkivari

Family and friends all served as the sources of love and sorrow needed to jog memory to its deeper nature. The comfort of love and the ache of argument eventually nudge us towards seeking something constant, beyond the addictive sea of ups and downs that inhabit relationships built on possession and not on Spirit.

Conflict cannot be solved on the same level of ‘needing to be right’ that creates problems in the first place. When we cling to correctness, we trade a volleyball of insecure selfish grasping. We trade our soul’s peace for mere drops of water, ignoring the inexhaustible ocean of love that wishes to animate our very being if we just allow it.

May we all continue to redirect craving from material, back to the Soul’s constancy of incomprehensible peace that asks only that we remember it. It is the best deal and greatest news possible, and it answers us the very moment that we invite it into our centre.

Thank you God unknowable for relentlessly jogging our memories. I pray for all beings worshipping their torment, that they make instead ‘look up’ and breathe the sigh of relief on their walk back home.