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March 2008 
At Some Point
Posted on Jul 4th, 2007
by 
Willowbei
Willowbei
At some point on our journey we come to a place where we are ready to put down all the books, to let go of all the teachers and learn to trust that all the wisdom we have gathered over the years has helped us open to the wisdom within. We begin to allow ourselves to consciously Be our own teacher and perhaps a teacher of others (directly or indirectly).
At some point along our road to rediscover the knowing within us, we begin to clearly see that all our years of study have lead us back to our true source. We connect to our inner light and we feel our divine power.
At some point in the treading of our path we know the truth about chopping wood and carrying water. Our relationship to the outer world may have changed but the routine of chopping wood and carrying water seems to take on a more sacred meaning, not previously recognize.
Until that “some point” comes we soak up every book, try out every teacher, give ourselves every opportunity to find that one word from that one person that will give us the key to open the door. All the time knowing (at some level) that the key is within and all we can get from all the masters, if we listen carefully, is the willingness to open our eyes and see the key.
If our hearts are open and our spirit is sure, we have fun along the way; we sing songs and meet people and revel in the glory of a journey that is so beautiful and profound that sometimes the journey itself brings our vision alive. Ultimately we find that which we have been seeking housed within us and we rejoice.
At some point we transition to the next world and see clearly how perfect this life has been for us and we give thanks.
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I present a poem from my first book Poems From the Baker that speaks to this issue. It is amazing to me how a poem written years ago can retain the truth of all time. Than again I just take dictation from the Universe so why wouldn’t it hold up?
⊗ ⊗ ⊗ ⊗ ⊗
Standing alone in the garden
I realize I am my own truth
I am my own mapmaker
I am my own drummer
I am my own guide
the Journey I now reflect upon
has been my own from the beginning
and
I have done well
At some point along our road to rediscover the knowing within us, we begin to clearly see that all our years of study have lead us back to our true source. We connect to our inner light and we feel our divine power.
At some point in the treading of our path we know the truth about chopping wood and carrying water. Our relationship to the outer world may have changed but the routine of chopping wood and carrying water seems to take on a more sacred meaning, not previously recognize.
Until that “some point” comes we soak up every book, try out every teacher, give ourselves every opportunity to find that one word from that one person that will give us the key to open the door. All the time knowing (at some level) that the key is within and all we can get from all the masters, if we listen carefully, is the willingness to open our eyes and see the key.
If our hearts are open and our spirit is sure, we have fun along the way; we sing songs and meet people and revel in the glory of a journey that is so beautiful and profound that sometimes the journey itself brings our vision alive. Ultimately we find that which we have been seeking housed within us and we rejoice.
At some point we transition to the next world and see clearly how perfect this life has been for us and we give thanks.
⊗ ⊗ ⊗ ⊗ ⊗
I present a poem from my first book Poems From the Baker that speaks to this issue. It is amazing to me how a poem written years ago can retain the truth of all time. Than again I just take dictation from the Universe so why wouldn’t it hold up?
⊗ ⊗ ⊗ ⊗ ⊗
Standing alone in the garden
I realize I am my own truth
I am my own mapmaker
I am my own drummer
I am my own guide
the Journey I now reflect upon
has been my own from the beginning
and
I have done well
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