Thursday, December 3, 2009
I have beautifully spirited people in my life who I need only think about and soon they appear to me as I make my way through the day; I receive a phone call or I run into them at a local shop. It's sounds a bit of what some may consider psychic, but I really believe we all are so closely connected that just a wish is enough energy to bring someone close. I am also very considerate of the energy I send out into the world and towards people I encounter. I know that my positive vibes make them respond positively and kindly, and my negative vibes reciprocate actions and words that tear down my spirit.
I essentially am in power of all that I receive, good or bad, by choosing the energy that I send out into the world and by also, carefully, choosing the energy I surround myself with: upbeat positively focused conversations, open-hearted compassion, filth of the world-ridden shoes left at the doorstep, refusal of violence on the tele, and love, love, love words tossed about my house like iris scented petals.
This poem by Rabindranath Tagore expresses this sentiment so completely and poetically.
THE SAME STREAM OF LIFE THAT RUNS THROUGH MY VEINS
NIGHT AND DAY RUNS THROUGH THE WORLD AND DANCES IN RHYTHMIC MEASURES.
IT IS THE SAME LIFE THAT SHOOTS IN JOY THROUGH THE DUST OF THE
EARTH IN NUMBERLESS BLADES OF GRASS AND BREAKS INTO TUMULTUOUS
WAVES OF LEAVES AND FLOWERS.
IT IS THE SAME LIFE THAT IS ROCKED IN THE OCEAN-CRADLE OF BIRTH
AND OF DEATH, IN EBB AND IN FLOW.
I FEEL MY LIMBS ARE MADE GLORIOUS BY THE TOUCH OF THIS WORLD
OF LIFE. AND MY PRIDE IS FROM THE LIFE-THROB OF AGES DANCING
IN MY BLOOD THIS MOMENT.
Rabindranath Tagore --Nobel Laureate