God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
Is it possible to know our purpose or destiny in a life time? If through grace or the mysterious synchronicity of experience, a reason for our being in the world is glimpsed, is that what we call a miracle? Gratitude emerges when one’s spirit recognizes its purpose.
From my experience I know that Awareness or Consciousness expresses itself when opened, awakened hearts join unconditionally, selflessly alive in the moment. This is Love. This is Oneness. Once known, this kind of Love can never be unknown. Seeking is no longer necessary, as there ceases to be a you and a me. This kind of love manifests as boundless creative energy. To go to the limits of our longing brings us closer to our essence.
Intuition and spiritual guides provide ways of seeing and knowing beyond the usual senses of perception. Listen, it’s as if Consciousness is drawn to Itself.
On Saturday, I went to the ballet at Lincoln Center and saw La Fille Mal Gardee (Eng. trans: The Wayward Daughter). I find the wordless expressions of Love and physicality of ballet enchanting; happiness unveiled. I laughed, smiled, felt surprise, longing, suspense, humor, desire, passion. In the end, the lovers embrace and dance off the stage hand in hand. On this day, I felt the aliveness possible in what Rilke may have glimpsed in his sensitivity to the divine in our midst: “You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing.”
Alena Grace 