Sunday, January 13, 2019

Invisible, intangible...


Abiding Soul

In our souls everything
moves guided by a mysterious hand.
We know nothing of our souls
that are [beyond understanding] and say nothing.

The deepest words
of the wise man teach us
the same as the whistle of the wind when it blows
or the sound of water when it is flowing”
Antonio Machado (“The Soul is Here for It's Own Joy,” translated by Robert Bly)

My friend, Linda, sent me this beautiful poem by Antonio Machado. It set me to thinking about how I first got in touch with my own soul, and actually knew what it was. I was at a very low point in my life—one that I thought might never end. One day, I was soaking in a bathtub, feeling the weight of my sadness, when I realized I wasn't alone. There was a palpable presence with me, within me. It was a simply there, and it exuded great calm and reassurance that this too would pass. No words were spoken, but somehow I knew it was a turning point.

Some people are able to feel this contact when they meditate. It doesn't come from without, but from a deep inner silence that speaks volumes. Some of us feel soul's presence most when we are outside, in nature. I think our one soul is in communion with the greater soul in nature, with the souls of the trees and animals, and the invisible web of life that holds creation together. Our one soul feels at home, and at peace when it is in this environment—and we, in our conscious body/mind—feel that same peace.

The hallmark of being aware of one's soul, its presence within, is the sense of assurance it brings. Even though it is invisible, it has a very solid presence, an unmistakable weight, and a quality of quiet confidence. I believe that is because even though our human existence is limited in time, the soul's is not. It is eternal; was present before this lifetime, and will continue when our body is no more. Our soul has seen all, and experienced all, and is not daunted by the momentary missteps and wrong turns our lives may take. It abides. Through joys and sorrows, through pain and elation, through disaster and death, our soul abides. There is peace in simply understanding that.

                                                           In the Spirit,
                                                              Jane

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