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In a Moment of Peace
I am Transformed
When you read something that strikes the perfect chord within your heart, joy ensues.
It might originate with a piece of music. You’ve never heard it before, but it seems that you are almost talking with God. Is it blasphemous to say something like that?
I was raised in a religion where there were teachers and priests to interpret what God said in case I misunderstood.
And yet, sometimes music is the voice of God to me.
I was impatient. There was so much to do, and I was fretting about it. I ate, and then I ate some more.
I watched mind-numbing television that I wasn’t even interested in. My impatience was so fraught and anxious.
I went to bed instead and slept, awakening sluggish and with headache.
My neck hurts. My stuff is not done.
And yet.
I listened, and it seemed the voice of God said to me, “Patience. It will come. Be patient.”
I am trying to explain what I experienced, and yet, it is so very difficult because I almost don’t understand, for there, at the very edge of who I am, awaits the anxiousness.
Be in the moment is all you have to do.
Just be here and be at peace, even if it is only for a moment.
An understanding of the frustrations, of the yearning, of the anxiousness begins to be one and for seconds at a time I understand.
And then, I don’t.
Perhaps the infrequent oneness and understanding are not supposed to last longer than the few seconds it takes to experience them. Perhaps they are supposed to come when you are not looking for them, like when you listen to a piece of music.
Thanks for reading.
What I was listening to: Hearts of Space HOS.com (Hearts of Space programing changes once a week. You can find what I listened to again if you want to shell out a little. If not, just listen to what is there and hear what you are supposed to hear in that one moment in time)
Program 1371. Shantala — Nataraja Prelude — Live in Love
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