Tears of the Soul
The deepest feeling of the Soul is a peculiar melange of sweet gratitude and bitter grief.
Gratitude for what is, and grief for the inevitability of its passing.
The more it remembers, the more it griefs in eternal gratitude.
The clearer it sees, the more open its heart becomes.
A heart so open that it hurts.
It sheds silent tears for its own journey and the hardships it encounters,
It sheds silent tears for the connected world and the powerful forces keeping us from seeing this simple truth,
It sheds silent tears for all that humanity has to go through, simultaneously realizing the inevitability of its transition.
Containing the deepest darkness and the brightest light in vulnerable human form, it feels both small before the Maker and as big as the world itself.
Filled with awe by the mundane, it realizes that even the simplest of things is a perfect image of the divine.
And in between, it walks, finding its way with every step, hoping on a world in which the ancient connection between Heaven and Earth is restored to its proper order,
so that love becomes the normal and replaces fear for our own shadow with the genuine fear of the Maker. A loving fear. One of reverence and respect, inducing us with humility as deep as the heart can go.
And when I’ve reached my deepest, it asks: Can you go deeper still? Can you let break what is still unbroken?
To which the Soul replies: Yes, for my true longing is to be with you my Love. And thus it goes, always onwards, forgetting its last step in the simple experience of this here now,
eternally grounded in the stillness of Being, where the Soul’s tears sprout into flowers of potentiality, waiting to be born in the storyline of life itself.