Communing with the Divine
On the steps to the river bank
Where the holy river flows
From the Himalayas
To speak to the currents
The Yogi watches the river rafters
The rafters are all thrills and action
The yogi in deep contemplation
And me the observer of this scene
The river spoke to me then
She said look, can you feel the undercurrent of life?
Can you see that whether you use me as a medium of thrill in this world
Or as a place where you surrender all desires
It is the same self that is beneath all life?
Can you see your soul like my current is constantly flowing?
On the surface appearing as one thing
And beneath something even more exquisite?
Yes you are that same self that is waging war on the innocent
And the same that is fleeing and yet again trying to help them
There is no such thing as justice in the human sense
Because it is the same self doing everything
Eventually all feel the same pain they inflict on others
And the same love and acceptance
But the world of action asks you to choose
How will you show up? Will you choose the role of the Lover?
Your soul is waiting in the wings watching
To step in when the veil between this illusion and reality is the thinnest
Then you can hear it’s call
The clearest.
Listen.
