practice meditating, but imagine you observe your daily life on this earth from the moon
you might be far enough away
contemplate the natural world on this spinning ever-evolving blue white brown and green orb
nothing else is seen
then contemplate the clutter and trails of destruction of the manufactured beliefs that separate humanity from one another within this most magnificent home
these beliefs may seem real when we are close
but from afar they shed their form
perhaps they are all imagined
contemplate all of the trials you have ever held
begin with the ones that have provoked deep emotions
over time, with frequent returning to stillness, a wisdom will begin to arise
first he lost the father of his heart, his uncle
then the biological father
then the one who adopted him as an infant
recently the only woman he knew as mother
all of them in challenging roles
bitterness, despair, his companions
now his decline threatening many
how can we keep from praying
thanking Heaven for all
such brave souls
Although my soul now wears a male body, this resonates so deeply with me, since in this life there has been a female-to-female recognition with someone I dearly love; a soul recognition; a mutually deeply felt mother-and-daughter one, both of us quietly doing our very best in tying off karmic loose ends, which has me praying with this writer:
Goddess, use me as an instrument of Your love.
Show me how I can best heal myself and the world.
Give me Your holy assignments, so that my life can deeply serve.
Thank you.
Be you a woman or a man, may it humbly powerfully serve you too for the highest good of all: