When the soul wishes to experience something,
she throws an image of the experience out before her
and enters into her own image.
……Meister Johann Eckhart
from the inside looking out we can distort the view…..like flowers in the snow, we feel the optical illusion of smallness and flat light…….but to open the heart wide like a window in the storm, all becomes vast and full of falling stars……
The journey towards clarity is speckled with all of the psychic junk we try to discard—the chunks of self we reject, the fears we try to conquer. Our backs bowed with this weight, we often find ourselves led not by the call of Love but by the high-pitched whine of our inner critic.
Oh, it takes courage to really look closely at what blocks the flow. This is a thorny place—impossible to explore deeply without getting poked and scraped. But all we have to do is to clear a small way and surrender.
Stop, open up, surrender
the beloved blind silence.
Stay there until you see
you’re looking at the light
with infinite eyes.