A Meditation on Universal Healing and Compassion

Awaken my heart.

Awaken my voice.

Awaken my song.

I am now fully realized to my divine purpose.

That purpose is love.

Within the gentle embrace of spirit,

I have found an undeniable home within myself.

I recognize the inner child within that yearns to be loved,

and I acknowledge the lost child that lives in the dream of humanity.

I see you, beloved soul.

You are the shining heart of this magnificent galaxy.

My eyes behold your beauty, and my heart is strong enough to hold your own.

For in you, I find the truth of myself,

staring back into my own eyes.

I am the instrument of my unfolding universe.

I am the healed and the healer.

My soul holds the enchanting tune

which activates the fire of healing within all beings.

I call upon the souls of this plane and the next

to release our hearts to the womb of eternal compassion for the greater good of all in existence.

Thank you, great spirit of our beloved Mother Earth,

For nurturing and releasing all memories of pain and confusion within humanity's consciousness.

Let us all breathe in unison with your breath,

see with your eyes,

and walk with your wisdom.

We are grateful for the melody of your cool waters,

which embrace us and wash away all fears.

We are blessed by the joy of your playful winds,

which move through us and clear away all reservations to love.

We are encouraged by the strength of your grounding body,

which anchors us into a state of peace and remembrance of oneness.

Let the cry of your powerful flames ignite our able bodies

so that we can act upon this unfolding journey of universal healing.

Acknowledging the Souls ( A Poem )

Do you feel my heart?

It is the same heart beating within you, but alas, you did not know.

Once, I was a cold and lifeless body,

a hardened broken vessel of pain.

But when I heard the thunderous cry of my soul,

raging through the suffocating grips of darkness,

I was at once, startled by the immeasurable power of my own majesty.

And the sacred firelight that exhaled from the gateway of my awakening spirit,

illuminated all forms of life along the golden path before me.

I felt myself arise from the harsh grounding of this hollowed Earth,

into the gentle, quiet womb of eternity.

The colorful melody of my true essence recited the story of my creation.

It was a living and breathing expansive dream,

that I could deeply feel exhale and inhale into me.

It revealed the sacred map of my unfolding destiny.

Before me were the impossible mountains, the unbroken rivers, and the woeful deserts.

My shallow broken footprints forged courageously through them all,

raging war against the heavy winds of this treacherous journey,

and I was honored, for I had won.

The comforting hands of my ancestors,

wrapped me in the thrill of a rushing sea of immense beauty,

as I swam and surrendered in unison with the grooves of its unyielding tide.

These sparkling waves slowly brought me to the inevitable realization of my sacred prayer,

and what great splendor did my tearful eyes behold.

There was no need to liberate my smoldering anger and unexplainable pain,

for there was only stillness and warmth within the quietness of the golden light.

I saw the overwhelming emotions, memories, and dreams of a whole life,

drift out of the distant cracks, corners, and branches of my fading mind.

They slowly vanished into the thin parting mist before me,

for without the dwelling of my body, they could not survive.

I could realize myself anew, as the eager wings of a butterfly emerging from its fragile cocoon.

It was a deep and cold slumber,

and now I have awoken to find that I was living in the passing whispers of a dream,

a measuring of time and space only kept by the internal clock within me.

And when I chose to pull the hand of time to silence it, just for a moment,

I felt an electrifying state of ecstasy overcome my spirit,

a state of existence with no name and no reason for being.

I became the nameless face of consciousness that only had an awareness of itself.

I was the formed and the formless. I existed because I was existence.

There was no separation in spirit.

I beckon you,

so that you may see that the haunted dwelling of my deepest sorrow,

has become the warmest shelter of my greatest healing.

This great love and compassion, which has been nurtured and overflowing within me,

extends its golden rays of light to this world and to all within this expansive existence.

All the wandering and mournful souls that exist in the formless void of darkness,

are acknowledged by the warmth and clarity of my enduring presence.

I provide no salvation.

I will not rescue or enlighten you.

For we are one and the same, and it is already done.

The catalyst of my healing must reflect the face of your own.

If you cannot see my reflection within you, then you are simply dust settled upon the Earth.

For to truly be alive, one must experience the face of all that is living and breathing amongst it.

To deny the heart of your simple humanity is to deny the truth of your own reflection.

A face with no reflection cannot see the beauty of its own identity.

Behold these anguished souls before you, broken-hearted, afraid, and abused.

Who among these screaming souls will be the one to reflect upon you?

Who among them will reflect your broken heart, your lingering fears,

or the painful abuses that you yourself have suffered?

The hollow seeds of their enduring pain reflect your own,

and these ancient wounds must be brought into the revelation of the sacred light.

For this was the wish of your unfolding dream, and it shall be realized.

These weary and frightened souls are now revealed from these thick clouds of chaos.

They are raised from the implantation of these distorted shadows and illusions,

which have been unknowingly projected upon them.

I extend this single hand before you, look closely, for you will see that it is your own.

Upon my swollen wrist, you will find the rivers of your veins,

pulsating from the enrichment of the beating heart which moves it.

Within this hand are the lonely tears of the forgotten souls.

Kept alive in name but lost in the distant shadows of their pain.

I hold your rejected and abandoned tears before you.

Some run on forever, flowing into a vast ocean of nothingness.

Others are still and quiet, never leaving the shelter of my open palm,

and some refuse to be seen at all.

These forgotten tears will now be felt, acknowledged, and released.

Upon this cold, bitter soil of death and pain,

we will bury these burning tears,

and let them fall.

And we must trust that they will find their place.

For you are the eternal heartbeat made manifest into form, by the breath of creation.

You are a sacred being of light, created from the dreaming of the glistening stars.

I have been sent by a memory of this desolate place to find you.

So, you can open your heart and remember who you are.