"I'm playing this silly game Mamma. I am chasing the sunset, trying to catch the light. It's so silly though, because I don't need to chase the light, I can just reach down and pull it out of my heart!"
This is the child who has come to me. THESE CHILDREN of mine. -Of the Earth, of God, formed in an infinite crescendo of love. -Made up of atoms, cells, and fairydust. They sing straight into my heart. They never read or analyzed a single yoga sutra, yet they understand so much more about yoga then I do. They have this embedded consciosness that is woven into their natural state of Being.
It gets me thinking about this response someone once gave me when I said about our children, "They are our greatest teachers." As if I had said something absurd, she scoffed , "Oh, I don't know about that!"
If we are open to the world, everything, everyone in the world has something to teach us. Children carry with them the most beautiful understanding of this without knowing. Their understanding is in the felt sense. Children are present, in the moment. A wave, lapping at the shore, they are, "Now. Now. Now."
| Embedded consciousness. My children "at work" in their natural state of Being. |
So plug into your child, or your own inner child, the animals, plants you observe in Nature. Tune in and listen. -Let the children and the untainted lead the way. May you be the shores of their infinite soul, to guide them. Serve the little one inside of you, children, those who are unjaded, animals, Mother Earth. Preserve their light, protect their wings, so that they might wake up one more adult to the Grace in their own heart and become one of their greatest teachers.
| One of my greatest teachers. |
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