A Sacred Invitation

 
Eyes turned skyward,
the searcher searched....


Fingers turning pages of the sacred texts,
he looked....
Bible, Gita, Sutra, Koran


All pointing to a way,
to find,
which he failed to see, failed to hear, failed to feel


Seek and you shall find,
was the promise,
he believed went unanswered....



But,
within himself,
in the serenity of his heart
a celebration,
a consecration,
without beginning and without end,
continued....
as it always had
as it always would


Little did he know,
he was that angel,
he was searching for....


He held the very divinity
that he wished to find


He was the love,
whose embrace
he craved,
the miracle,
he so desired.......


He was born with it,
he lived with it,
he would die with it,

The knock at his door,
the longing that he felt....
was a sacred invitation
meant for him
and him alone,
to become.....
this celebration
this ultimate expression
beyond expectation
of all
that he
sought.....

Clarity: What do you want?

And did you want to be infused....

with the messages of unrest
with thoughts of less?


Did you wish for eyes and ears filled with dust....
with races torn apart
with all reason sworn to depart ?


Did you wish for a cold unfeeling heart...
an apathetic feeling,
devoid of any sense of healing?

Did you request to be uninvolved....
left devoid of participation,
without the joy of anticipation ?


When you were a newborn child,
your eyes were open
your senses alive, your heart absolutely chosen


You saw the beauty,
you knew with such clarity
every possibility



Stars were your own diamonds
the sun, your kingdom

Love was the very air that you breathed
you swam fearless, in deep pools, every moment, every chance seized

You swung from invisible swings, flew without wings
heights and motion,
spurred your devotion


You are still...
that "child"
beguiled
with all the wonder
of incredible splendor


Or, you are that jaded "adult",
eyes warped by indifference,
heart stunted by ambivalence

It is your choice...
they both exist
waiting to dance at your request



 

We are the mirrors of what is meant to be, you and I

And when I look at you,
I do not see 
the color of your skin,
the religion that you practice,
nor hear the language that you speak,


When I look at you,
I do not see
the disturbances within your mind,
the bruises on your heart,
the patterns of the ways, you have learned 
to be.....


But when I look at you,
I see,
the purest, most dazzling light dancing from your eyes
which also dances from within me,

I see,
the clarity of an ocean of wisdom, that emanates from you,
as it also flows from me

I see,
A being of such invincible strength and patience of purpose,
as I know myself, as well, to be

I see,
a heart beating so strongly, full of gratitude, peace, belonging,
as I know my own heart to be


When I look on you....
I see such beauty,
created by the hand of the incredible artist,
of all of humanity

And such a creation,
and such a creator,
stretches through you,
just as it stretches through me

We are the mirrors,
you and I
for all 
that 
is 
meant 
to BE

Absolute Adoration

The mountains stand in power and in glory,

unwavering in postures 

of majestic beauty

The oceans, rivers, streams and lakes move with sacred mystery,

sparkling with shining treasures 

of sunlight

Valleys and plains burst with color,

gold with grain, 

adorned richly, in purples and greens

All in absolute adoration, extreme appreciation

of something 

which 

is often taken for granted......

LIFE

 And what is there to learn from these,

I have never heard the mountains in their magnificence say,

oh I wish I were a tree or could fly like a bird,

I have never heard the oceans in their undulating beauty,

whisper

oh I so do wish that I could reign, I should, I could, I would

I have never heard the skies weep,

for what they perceived could have been,

I have never seen the plains in their abundance, providing such generous sustenance,

withhold their grain for their own profit,

the stars shine,

the moon rises,

the sun glows,

in reflection,

of what they are,

radiant with beauty,

accepting of all change,

asking nothing more than to BE

And shall we see,

perhaps, take a lesson from these,

in stillness, simply

BE ?

A heart is a passionate thing....

 And we have been told...

a heart is fragile,

easily wounded,

its vulnerability, extreme

The advice has been given....

better to give love sparingly,

keep your heart  in hiding, be careful, it may even be in sin,

discernment of course, being the key...

But,

A heart is,

a passionate thing,

an unsophisticated wild and unruly thing,

which blooms with the love of no reason.

flowers when in the presence of trials,

growing at its best in the harshest landscapes,

Its beauty most evident in the starkest of gardens

It is a survivor,

the true strength of our being,

the source of our valor, celebrated,

only its courage remaining undefeated,

while all logic and reasoning have failed, died and are gone...

And it is in this wild,

unpredictable, glorious presence,

of a true heart,

that we shine,

reckless with love,

unrestrained with care,

invincible with passion,

ah, yes and laughing with delight ! 

Carolyn Jackson

Innate Foundation

www.innatefoundation.com

The Watercolor Painting by Carolyn Jackson

And did you think, you were alone?

And did you think
that you were alone?

Every breath that you take 
is evidence of a power beyond your imagination

which loves you,
with a love that is beyond reason,
unconditional and existing simply because...
you do

which supports you
with arms which are more powerful than the greatest storm
and more gentle than a soothing rain

which protects you,
with the force which has created this Universe.
The very planets do not move without its grace
nor the sun shine,
nor the moon rise

which empowers you,
with its own wisdom

immersing  you in an ocean of  answers 
without doubt
nor any question


It was born,
as you were born

Lives 
as you live

No, my dear,
indeed...
you are never alone

The King and the Knight ( a short story from Tales From the Master by Carolyn Jackson

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The King and the Knight

Once long ago, before the stories of the great round table, there were kings. To wear the crown of king was a thing of consequence and there were only a few true kings. A true king is a master, in touch with the mysteries of life and sworn to obey only the highest laws of LIGHT. This is what makes a man a king. A knight is a man whose sole desire is to serve such a king. The devotion and loyalty of a knight to his king is beyond question.

As each day passed, the knight waited for the summons of his king. Some days he was left to his own contemplations and other days the king invited the knight to the inner chambers of the castle to celebrate the mysteries of life with the ruler himself. These days were the knight's favorite, for to be in the company of the king was his greatest joy.

On such a day as this, the knight mounted the castle steps with anticipation: his willingness to serve the king only surmounted by his longing to be in his presence. A page ushered the knight into the inner chamber where the king awaited him. The king motioned him to come near and presented him with a map and specific instructions pertaining to the protection of an outlying village. The knight listened with all of his attention to the details and specifications of the king's plan. He knew that the responsibility for his own safety and the safety of all the villagers was about to be placed in his hands. He was honored to be trusted to perform this act of protection for the king. As he knelt for the king's blessing, he he thought he heard this quiet whisper, “My grace and protection will be with you always, go, and know that I am with you and that it is I who will do everything for you.”

As he left the castle, throngs of people blessed him and wished him wellness and success on his journey and many pressed sacred objects into his hands, believing that these would keep him safe. The knight received these things but did not let his focus or thoughts wander from the king's words, which he silently repeated as a mantra to himself.

As he rode he kept his attention on the king and took courage and strength from the power and certainty that shone from the king's face as he had spoken with him. He reached his destination near nightfall and found everything as the king had described. There was a nearby stream and a hollow place in which to lay his bed. He rested and waited for morning.

As the darkness began to lift he felt a most thunderous shaking, as if the earth herself were being torn apart. He felt a searing white heat and smelled an acrid smell, which seemed to burn its way into his nose and into his lungs, making each breath he took a torture. He wondered if he were about to enter the very pit of hell itself. He raised his eyes and met the hooded eyes of the most enormous dragon, he could possibly have imagined. The roar and the smell of the fire, which was breathed from this beast's nostrils, threw him backward. Then, he remembered the king and the trust that the king had placed like a mantle upon his shoulders. He gathered his courage and kept the king's face in his mind like a vision and he began to fight. It was a holy fight and he held back nothing, for he fought for the one thing that he held dear above all else, the defense of his king.

Despite every ounce of all his efforts, despite the bravery of his hear, he began to fail. He simply did not have the power to destroy the immense beast, which he had been pitted against. As he was about to draw his last breath, he saw again the king's face and heard his voice. The king spoke to him across the great distance and offered the knight his aid. The knight gratefully accepted. Immediately the dragon was gone, the only thing left of it was a thin spiral of mist. The knight's wounds disappeared and he was filled with the purest sense of peace and love.

He rode slowly back to the castle and in wonder, rode through its great heavy doors. Throngs of people cheered him, for he had destroyed their mortal enemy and there was great celebration in the streets. But, for the knight there was only the king and the incredible grace which had spared his life and filled his heart with love. He climbed th castle steps once more and was ushered into the inner chamber. He knelt with deep humility before the king. The king spoke to him and said, “You did well, you forgot only one thing and that is that I said, I would be with you always and that I would do it all for you.”