Monday, April 29

In the Clay of the Pot

"Be clear like a mirror reflecting nothing." - Rumi

I started this year with a bold proclamation: Feel Damn Good. And I must say, I’ve done a pretty Damn Good job at it. So good in fact, that I haven’t spent too much time thinking. I’ve just been feeling… Feeling Damn Good.

But I suppose it’s time to reacquaint myself with my brain. I do need it I guess. However, I will say that since it’s been on vacation, I haven’t missed it all that much. The mind can be such a buzz kill. It can create worlds of superfluous emotion. Emotions, I have come to find, are not the same as feelings. Emotions are an affective state of consciousness from which feelings are roused. Feelings are sensations that are born from the perception of touch. Emotions are a product of the mind. Feelings are a product of the heart.

Emotions are mercurial; they are flighty, volatile and erratic. They are ephemeral, evanescent; they are ghosts of thought, slippery and fleeting. We mustn’t give permanent reality to temporary things.

We mustn’t give permanent reality to temporary things.

The roots of the universe are love and light. Fear, depression, anger, despair and doubt are all reflections of the way our minds temporarily distort the light. Darkness is a product of intellect. But when we go beyond intellect into the silence of our intuitive hearts, knowledge gives way to wisdom. Because… Because the heart knows the soul better than the mind.

The roots of the universe are love and light. Every single experience we have can serve to renew our appreciation of that fact. There is a divinity in all things, and in order to find that divinity, that peace and ultimate “feel good,” we must work outside of our tiny minds and within the divine material of the universe… In the clay of the pot is the truth of God. If we see ourselves in a larger tapestry, as part of the creative pulse that is God, we realize that ultimate validation and ultimate bliss is in our deepest being.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

My leaves will find nourishment from my roots, I shall become a master-potter, and I will find find my thread. Beautifully written, Leah.

A.