I hope these words might help you in your struggle for inner peace. They reflect an experience which I recorded immediately following and these words remain virtually unedited. I need, at times, to retrace my steps to this special moment in my life.
I'm not sure what enlightenment is. But something happened. I was drawn into the story and the story into me. It gave me so much peace and sense of purpose. But there was nothing strange about it. It was like coming home to my true being and everything on the outside fell away like dirty rags. I was pure.
It's simple really. Someone has to keep driving the bus. Saint or sinner, someone has to keep driving the bus. But the soul not yet fully matured cannot do it. No matter how hard it tries. But when the time comes, it comes! It's an arrival after a very long journey and all I could think of was, Dang! I'm glad I didn't quit and I'm glad they (those great souls) didn't give up on me! I finally made it! No Olympian ever felt better. Oh, and that sinner woman got up, said, 'Thank God, I was so tired!' and she took a back seat and rubbed her feet! She didn't have to be get off the bus or anything. She is me - and was doing what she had to do in the only world she knew in the only way she knew how. I didn't lose her; I absorbed her. And I thought that was pretty good news, too. We both were happy.
Now I see.
There are tears of fears and at last,
It's hard for me to talk about what happened last night. I did some surfing and was up past midnight reading. Now I understand about that song Broken Wings. The reason I couldn't grasp it before was that I had not 'heard the voices sing'. Last night I heard the voices sing with my inner ear. I found an allegory of a spiritual journey. The journey was mine.
What else did I learn? That if my soul is from that pure seed, all souls are pure. Buried in this body of flesh, lying sometimes dormant, sometimes writhing in agony, sometimes growing. Such a tiny seed with so much potential, which upon maturity will transform even this body. Yes, I abhor the masks and the shells and the spiteful attitudes and the harm done because of them. But I can never again hate another soul or fear another man.
and there are tears of release
there are tears of joy
there is Peace!