I have read a lot about ego and tend to write about it frequently, maybe sounding on occasion as if I have conquered it, but it continues to control much of what I do; writing for instance. Something I have tried to do recently is to sit down and just let things flow rather than think about what I am writing and how it might be received. The best writings I’ve read seem to be of this nature, and touch me not because they are witty or nicely phrased or grammatically correct, but because they appear to come from the heart of the writer.
When one is moved to write, it is important to write…to get one’s body used to the habit of sitting in front of a computer or desk with a tablet and resisting all the urges that arise to get up and do something else….anything else! But much of what has come out of me is obviously coming from my mind and comes across as preachy and ego driven, regardless of my good intentions. The truth is, I have been experiencing a level of peace recently that is unprecedented in my life. I write about bliss because I experience it regularly, and it is so wonderful I want to share it. I write about love because I feel it like I have never felt it before. At times it is almost overwhelming…I don’t know how to express it! I try to share it by writing about the things I have learned that helped get me to this point and which I know could help others end their suffering, but it comes out sounding like philosophy…mind stuff….as opposed to the love and hope I am attempting to express. Some may see past my words to the truth I am attempting to share, but others turn away at the signs of ego that still come through.
Yes, despite my amazing, consistent experiences recently, I still struggle with ego. This is the darkness which separates us from everything good. I don’t think it ever rests, though it may fade to the background on some occasions. I think the important thing is to be aware of it, to be ever conscious of its presence and tendency to take over given the slightest opportunity. It is not an “evil force”, rather simply a collection of thoughts, and we can minimize its effects by learning to not identify with it…which is a life-long habit that is not easy to break completely. What I intend to share is what truly comes through this “hole in a flute” from beyond my mind; if something slips through that originates in this “hole”, I hope all who may read it can let it pass just as we let unwanted thoughts pass through our minds to drift on down the stream.
The message I want to share is a very simple one and requires few words…in fact it is probably best expressed through other means…through demonstration for example. I find this happening as well, and it may ultimately be farther reaching than writing about it, but for the moment, it also seems important to share it in writing. Maybe this is for my sake more than anyone else’s, but hopefully, someone other than myself will benefit.
The message is this: Love isn’t a verb…it is a noun. We don’t “love”, we ARE love. When the mind is quiet and all our fears and doubts and judgments and opinions disappear, and we realize we are not just our stories…name, age, sex, race, background, education, family connections, political affiliations, religious beliefs, etc…our hearts just naturally begin to open and expand just as sails fill in a fair wind once the lashings are removed. This simple realization brings us into alignment with the universe…it brings us home, and unlimited resources are suddenly ours. Love fills us without any effort on our part and begins to overflow in every direction. Creativity begins to flow through us and the impossible happens; old problems suddenly have new solutions and new problems don’t exist, abundance occurs where there was need, beauty replaces ugliness, hope takes the place of despair, light displaces darkness and a whole new world begins to form! This is the New Earth, this is heaven, this is our true state, this is the peace we all spend our lives searching for. This is yours…now. This is all there is! It’s that simple!
Just Another Hole in the Flute 