The Window to the Soul

We’ve all heard ‘Ain’t nothin’ new under the sun.’

Are you ready to see a new sound? Hear a new color?

See, you don’t understand me, because your perception is off.

What if I told you, that you know the color of chaos well?

The color of Hate! The sound of poverty.

When was the last time you heard abundance?

Red, Blue, Red, Blue, Red, Blue, Red, Blue…

The sound of Murder.

When was the last time you listened to the grass grow? The crackling of flowers blooming?

Blue/Black! The color of oppression.

I can see the sound of it all now. The forecast looks like tension, aggression.

We are so much greater than our current perception.

Not enough of us are listening with our minds and seeing with our hearts.

They believe the ear functions all on its own; But interaction is a double slit experiment.

And the difference between hearing and listening, or seeing and observing, are Tantamount, of the utmost importance for our liberation, and our evolution.

Can't you see it?

It's as plain as the nose on your face.

Your eyes, through the eyes of the mirror. Gaze into them deeply. Know thyself. Be. You aren't merely human. You are a Human Being. So be.

As above, so below. As you are, you will be.

Do you like the person in the mirror?

I Am. The Way.

I Am. The Truth.

I Am. The Light.

I Am. Ohm.

Has it ever occurred to you that light, is merely fast sound? I understood it as a child watching an episode of The Magic School Bus.

Life is but a wave.

As the moon pulls, and tugs upon the ocean, so too it does you.

The window to the soul; Can't you see it?

Once you've seen it, it can't be unseen.

Everything is everything. What is meant to be Will Be. After Winter Must Come Spring. Change, it comes eventually.

There ain't nothing new under the sun. Not even you. So, what is the Window to the Soul?

Oh death, where is your sting?

It's the time of the season for Loving.

I often think on a concept: The wage of sin is death; but the strength of sin is the Law.

Yes, you will surely die for the sins of your fathers, and you, but to die is to have lived. To have truly lived, a life worth living.

What is a life worth living? Is it sterile? Safe, comfortable? Or will there be ups, downs, lessons to be learned? How would you know what you were doing right, if you did not know what you'd done wrong?

The Strength of Sin is the Law.

To measure our righteousness. To approximate the knowledge of God about our own behavior. Who knows our heart but ourselves? Who would know our heart better?

So often, many lie to themselves, this is true; but one cannot lie to themselves, not truly.

Deep down, in the subconscious, we know; whether we are aware of that knowledge or acknowledge the fact when we are alive, and conscious, we know.

Know Thyself, and you shall know God. At least from one perspective, for if he is within us, then he is within all. As within, so without; as above, so below. As I am so; Is my brother. So often we break the hearts of our loved ones, of our selves. Why?

I forgot why I taste; until I practice Ramadan. It makes me smile.

Anu speaks. Through music. Through ancient texts. Whatever you shall call him Anu speaks. God speaks.

Wake up and smell the coffee. A new day arises. This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius: Harmony and Understanding; Sympathy and Trust Abounding; No more falsehoods or derisions.

There is no greater joy than deference to God. So, what is the window to the soul? Is it staring into one's own eyes? Or is it awareness of the single I? The great Is, that is being as we all scurry about.

The chair looks solid, but it is oscillating. Tiny atoms, little quarks, all moving about to give the illusion of solid form; liquid form; gas...

When was the last time you danced? Watched the sunset?

To those about to rock, we salute you.

What is the window to the soul? Is it music, is it the Ohm? The Word? Can it be written? Heard?

I believe it is little more than attention. Something that is free to pay, but priceless. A little attention goes a long way. You ain't got to pay nothing else in this life, but attention.

So, what is the window to the soul? It is a matter of personal perspective, for each of us has a different vantage point of God's. Each of us is a portion of his glory; A glorious moment in his time.

You're special. Don't ever forget that. You aren't a mere mundane magic, but a part of a great magical tale, growing, learning, for perhaps a century at a time over millennia.

You are a window to God's soul. Death a window to the next perspective, and while you may forget your past lives, you can access them again through a book, through how you touched the hearts of others during your time; for your every action, like a butterfly's wings, echoes into the future. The kindest, most righteous flutterings are those which echo the loudest, the longest.

How will you choose to flutter today? Tomorrow? To infinity and beyond, you exist. A timeless being filled with mystery; the stuff of stars. Shoot forth, burn brightly. Become a supernova; a gas giant; a red dwarf; a black hole. Become something greater than yesterday; Something deeper. Become more in tune with yourself and the world around you, for the world around you Is you. It is your perception thereof that creates it's existence and it's perception of you that creates yours. As within, so without. As about, so below.

Are you one wing? Both? The whole butterfly? The cocoon? Think not on defining yourself, but Be. You are the Whole. You are Whole. You are worthy. You are important. You are life manifest.

Yea, thou we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, we are only passing through. this world is not our homes. There is nothing to fear, for it is our very fear that creates what we fear. If we would only just be, then we would know that we are one.

We are one with one another. We are one with the earth. We are one with the cosmos.