The Lotus Soul Enlightens the Silly Ego {A Story}

Here is a personal story to all the boys and girls out there. It goes like this: Once upon a time, in a land not so far away....


Before I discovered the power of purpose
I was easily enticed by the surface
How easy it is to be caught in pretension
And deviate from honorable intentions
When missions become perverted
And wisdom is suddenly inverted
And what's right becomes left field
And you're beckoning for your soul to be healed
And your decisions become obscure
Because you've listened to everyone else's rules
You've ignored your own morals
And you're judgement is uncontrollable
And confusion is your best friend
And your goals are an ancient reminiscent
And you're wondering where you went wrong
When all you wanted was to be right all along

The only thing that can fix a fucked up situation is love
The only thing that can fix a messed up situation is love
The only thing that can fix any situation is love

Through an aching heart one can begin the journey of light
Through pain one can experience miracles and deep insight
Through simple surrender one can give up false victory
Through silent meditation one can give in to an epiphany

I never new that I was like a lotus flower needing to follow the light
And like a lotus, I must retreat from the darkness at night
Allowing the oil and mud to slide off my petals
Purifying myself of debris and toxic metals
Cleansing myself of what is no longer needed
Nurturing the soul and knowing what to feed it
Teaching myself to rediscover health and proper wealth
Learning the rich and poor qualities of my highest self
Learning authentic lessons of the spirit, heart, and mind
Letting go of those aches and pains from the climb

The love in the heart is the only thing that fulfills
The love in the heart is the brightest thing that fulfills
The love in the heart is the best thing that fulfills
And it heals, and heals, and heals....


And that is the story of how the lotus soul used love and light to defeat the silly ego, the force that thought it could out trick me from my divine purpose. Hope you could appreciate, because I know I didn't struggle in vain.

The end



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Been a while...

Been a while since I last blogged. Life put me up in the eye of the tornado, simply because some things needed to spin up on my path. Interestingly enough, each disaster lead me to more surrender and peace than before the storms. It cleaned up my act so that I was no longer acting up. If I said that I was committed to living a path of light and love, well gosh darn it, it better be authentic. And so, I got an authentic spanking... or two... or three....

Still cleaning up the pieces.

That being said, I decided to share some writings. I guess the best fuel for any artist is experience. Consider me fueled and ready. Spirt and my life path are my muse and they've been up to some serious musings. :)
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A Lightworker In Her Own Shadow

Spent a fortune buying florescent eco-friendly light bulbs, 100watts,
three per room.
Spent much time on the lighting fitures, the arrangements
carefully placed.
Even opened up all the windows so the natural light could
make things better.

Turned on the light switch in every room and then sat with closed eyes,
wondering why the darkness was still there.
Why, that after so many years of bringing in the light,
the best quality light, the shadows remained.
Must have been too scared to see. To see the clutter, the second-hand
furniture and pack-rat belongings.
See the carpet stains and dust balls. See what was old and unlovable.

I cried, eyes still closed. And prayed, eyes still closed. And screamed,
eyes still closed. And all but gave up 300x.
And then, something so soft that it almost didn't belong in the
home at all began to whisper.
It was too soft, almost too quiet for the noise of my sobs.
But it whispered. And whispered. And talked.
And sang. It sang. It sang me the most beautiful lullaby, like the
invisible used to sing to me as an infinite.
And I sang. I sang from the heart. It came from the heart.
I sang my eyes all the way open and found that my smile was enough to
illuminate everything.

It's funny how a little love created the courage to be the light and
clean up house simultaneously.
A little love repaired the furniture dents and carpet burns, or at least
made them acceptable.
A little love gave me the confidence to open my eyes and shine brilliantly.

I am realizing that love is the most universal tool you can keep in your
personal temple. It's essentially who we are.