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Faith

I have struggled to grasp the understanding of a creator….

God?
Universal Spirit?
Energy?

In my finite humanness how can my brain possibly comprehend???

But at times I do

I feel it in nature when I am meditating listening to the music of the birds.
I feel it when I am floating in mother natures freshwater arms.
I feel it when I am sitting in God’s hands behind the waves.

I feel it and when I do I feel myself. It makes me want to be good. I believe I am a spiritual being having a human experience therefore to me there has to be a higher power and somewhere to go home to.

I don’t know what it is or what name to call it but I am doing myself an injustice by denying it because of this. I’m guilty of getting all in my head over it making it more confusing than it need be. This is a fruitless parody because I am trying to learn what I can’t completely know. I am getting to know myself and through this experience I am beginning to know a higher power. If I am open and willing all I need to do is stop thinking, feel and have FAITH

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A Child of the Universe

I hear the call of the birds and I listen. The screech of the white cockatoo, bellbirds tinkle like drops from a melting snowflake and the whipbird sends his call and snap among the myriad of voices from other birds whose names I have not learned. It is quiet and still this morning and I feel like I am the only human soul on the river. My mind clears of the persistent thoughts that deafen my ears and block my sensory perception.

The world bursts to life around me vivid and sharp, a delight of smells, sounds, feeling and colours. My mind is still and I am one and I am all. I am connected, tapped into the universal energy, nature and myself. My eyes take in every detail. The bleached white bark of the eucalyptus and its dry navy leaves. The spindly royal green nettles of the pine and the beauty of the bowing weeping willow. I breathe in the rugged bushland of Australia and deep gratitude fills my heart for the country that is home. The rocks of different sizes, shapes and varied shades of brown and grey line the water and climb the gorge, spotted with green moss, sapplings and the odd spider web dangling below still glistening with drops of morning dew. Swallows dancing together, dipping and weaving, skimming the water’s glassy surface, bring a playful smile to my lips. The colours look brighter than memory can recall in otherworldly brilliance. The soft morning light wraps gently around me with the gentle kiss of an almost indiscernible breeze. I close my eyes listening to the music of Mother Nature, the joyous song of the birds, cicadas singing in unison announcing the arrival of summer, soft lapping of the water and the deep universal silence beneath. My heart fills with joy and love and I breathe a big sigh of content as I recall a piece of Desiderata;

I am a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars
I have a right to be here
And whether or not it is clear to me, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

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