Sahaja

Something quiet that rises up from the deepest well of your being. A pulse, a wave of inspiration that holds your breath and catches your mind. A presence that steps into your awareness. Often in dreams, reveries, in moments of insight. Then in more pronounced ways. Subtle at first. From the faintest edges of our perception something catches the light, glimpsed between trees, flickering in the corner of your eye. That once seen cant be unseen. And right on cue steps out of the background of things and makes itself known, yet only to us. Something familiar beckons our approach prompting us to face it and slowly but surely compelled to tenderly embrace it.  And we come to realise that it has been here with us all along. As an intimate and intrinsic part of us . An ancient companion that we have learnt to keep at arm's length, ignored, unnamed, undervalued. So it has faded from view, cast from our affections. Yet it waits and faithfully calls to us from the farthest reaches of ourselves. Attempting to guide us and inspire us, even if we refuse to listen. It implicitly forgives us as it lovingly anticipates the moment we finally decide to stand still long enough, to fall quiet and open hearted. Welcoming its familiar warmth again, sensing its familiar scent again and recognising that feral complexion as the beautiful face our freedom takes.

Photo of baby Gabriel

co Indra 1995