Magnificent Truth
Photo by Fiona Vail
We enter this world, whole and exceptionally fine.
Minds open to giving and receiving. Bodies able for feeling and expressing. Hearts willing for loving and being loved.
Looking into the eyes of a child, we remember — remember the magnificence we are all born of. But somewhere along the way we forget. Perhaps it is when we are taught we're too big for our boots when we begin to dance in early, undeveloped ways. Perhaps it is when we are taught of the terrible dangers of becoming self centered and bold, long before we have even learnt to sound the word. Perhaps it is when we are taught that to be humble is to hide deep deep down, far far in so that no one can steal our light away.
And so, through borrowed eyes and a layered lens, we learn to self sacrifice. We learn to say yes, when our heart calls no. We learn to fear our truth and let dissonance pave the way. We learn to give ourselves away again and again until our body affirms a clear, no.
I have walked this path and I know its route well. Along its lines I have built homes full of no's, stairwells full of hidden dreams and cities that lived just beyond reach. But I am learning to walk new routes, learning to move in old ways, learning to uproot what has been long buried because now I see there are a million other ways to be here. Just as life longs for itself, we too long for the sound of our own truth which after all is said and done, is the one magnificent thing we enter with and the one magnificent thing we leave with, if and only if, we have been brave enough to pass that magnifence along.
When we give ourselves away, the world does not see us, but simply acquires another soul longing for its own.
When we give ourselves away, our loved ones can not know us, for it is in the tone and texture of our soul's voice that we each recognise ourselves as a home.
When we give ourselves away, we deny our belonging here and the only path to remembering is to allow mature eyes to find a youthful gaze and let that blessed undoing show us all the ways we have knuckled into ourselves, all the ways we have abandoned our truth, all the wild and wondrous ways that God patiently waits to reflect back, our whole and exceptionally fine, magnificent truth.
