Being spiritually awake means to see the world as it is, in all its glory and gore. Being alive is a beautiful experience. It is only made dismal by those who are joyless and must impose their joylessness on others.
It isn’t an easy thing to be awake and still find joy in the world. It takes a lot of spiritual strength and intellectual fortitude to maintain, even as the world seems to be falling into an abyss of madness.
There is something sinister on the horizon that threatens to extinguish the life out of us. Some are so caught up in this age of manipulation they cannot see beyond the material world that stifles our creativity, intellect and spirituality. Beneath it all, there is still some semblance of joy to be found. It hides underneath.
Joy is a powerful healing tool. Awareness is equally as powerful. Yet in this world filled with unspeakable suffering, these two truths compete. Awareness now becomes a burden upon the soul, because of what we are be awakened to. And the fullness of our joy is diminished, even as it sits deep within us, making us smile or laugh from time to time.
I choose joy and awareness today. Because to live without one, would be to live without air in a world that threatens to keep us away from truth…the truth about beauty and about pain. Smile with me in this hour. Because tomorrow may bring tears.
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The needle passes through your soul
Stitching together your thoughts and emotions
Slowly tying oﬀ the ends of your experiences
Binding together the things that try to fall apart
What began as a single entity with its own color and vibrancy
Now becomes part of a greater scheme or pattern
The personality of a single patch is meshed
Into an intricate web of many lives and deeds
Sometimes you can forget where you begin
And the other pattern ends
Do the borders change the story that is trying to be told?
Does life change the person that is trying to unfold?
A time capsule of many diﬀerent intricacies
Spilling over decades of thread and cloth
Engulfed in a sea of pastels, earthtones, plaids and ﬂorals
Hoping for a colorfast life that does not bleed over
As your life hangs on a wall for all to see
You recall a time when your world didn’t seem so clustered
A book for all to read
But it doesn’t seem to matter anymore
Now worn, faded and aged
Some of the pieces cannot be recognized
You have almost forgotten some of the details
Yet, the essence of the matter remains
Whether on display or put away
Everyone remembers the time it took to create this life
Caring hands still care for the cloth
Understanding hearts hold the pieces together
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Get up. Get on your feet. Let this song move you. Allow your body to sway. Don’t be afraid of what anyone will think. Let a beautiful possession take hold of you. Feel our past. Feel our once beautiful villages, filled with reciprocity and wonder.
Let the music take you away. Leave this place, just for this moment…leave here. Go so deep that you understand what is being sung. Hear it with your heart…and fly the cosmos.
The song is Thina Simnqobile by the Soweto Gospel Choir.
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