The Dream of Being Enough

I had a dream that came to me while I was at the hotel in Boardman, OR, although I can only remember a small fragment. I had the impression I was receiving a hymn (I don’t think I actually was) but anyway I could see the words written on the page although most were fuzzy and unreadable. I could only make out the third line, which said ‘…you are enough.’ Of course having the words didn’t tell me the melody, so I just started singing that line in a rather unmelodic and indistinct way. But there was clearly power in it, and as soon as I started singing I had a double awareness of being both the singer and also being in front of that singer, receiving the song as a message meant especially for me. The singer, which may have been my Higher Self, sang the words and reached out to touch me with tenderness and an unconditional loving regard. Even though I was seeing through the eyes of the singer, I could feel a settling and an expansion of trust and safety in the body in front of me as my body was touched. It brought about a profoundly peaceful feeling of being at home in myself, and I saw the brightening radiance in the body in front of me as the song’s magic worked. There was a certain naturalness about him, much like a young pup at rest in the lap of his owner, safe and blissful with no self-consciousness, no stress or doubt, completely at home in the flesh.

A Thousand Registers of Gratitude

My heart feels like a giant mansion cut out of crisp, glistening marble. Every step makes penetrating echoes that reverberate through the empty halls, carrying back the warm whispers of last night’s revels in the heavy stillness of my current solitude.

I feel neither joy nor sorrow, only the scoop that has removed my heart and left this metallic wind tunnel, the aftertaste of shaved ice, maraschino cherries, and the tang of acid.

This mansion is my home; the many rooms are the myriad beings that arise before me, dancing me into faraway realms, cardiographers of Loneliness and Belonging. In their arms I soar beyond what limits me, beyond fear, beyond time, as I awaken in fits and starts to the breathless wonder of Self-awareness.

I go walking and marvel at the immensity of this house. I give praise to the stars above held aloft in the heavens. I give praise to the Earth Mother that oversees the birthing and the dying. I give praise to the Viscera of my body, to the vulnerable Heart, and to the Lamp of the Mind that perceives the Sacred.

At home in myself, I sing in a thousand registers of gratitude.