Straight ahead from where I sit there is a middle path. To my right, another. And another to my left.
This morning I questioned who I am, but this isn’t new. I’ve been questioning this for awhile. In the past 10 years I have seen many parts of myself.
I have traveled the left path to play in darkness.
I have traveled the right path toward light. I try to stay on the middle path for balance.
But no matter which way I go, who I am sits on the bench watching.
The Soul Reporter
Walking on a straight dirt path, to the far right of me, I noticed purple and white flowers. They seemed to call me and I moved toward them, just wanting to be near them.
There were thoughts, which told me not to and keep on the straight path. Once I got to the flowers those thoughts turned to expectation- what message would the flowers give me, what opportunity could be present. Would there be a treasure awaiting me there because there had to be a reason I was led to the flowers.
There was no treasure. No sign. No opportunity. No reason. The flowers were it, and this subtle truth: Living for beauty is enough.
My path has been such that I seek treasure everywhere. I am always looking for something. However this endeavor is slowly losing its partner. Me.
Lately I walk slower. I move less. I talk less. I expect less. I am less and in this way I am more- more of who I am and what God intends.
To only live for beauty and love is what I want to do, however it still seems silly. This is because of the society in which we live, coupled with the fact I have little money and no income coming in. Shouldn’t I be doing more? Maybe, but I don’t want to.
I never quite understood what Rumi meant- Let the beauty we love be what we do.
The beauty at the moment of my walk were the purple and white flowers and that moment I lived for them. I moved toward them. I answered my soul’s desire to allow beauty to be my guide. Perhaps this is a lesson on living.
Let the beauty you love be what you do.