WORDS LIKE LIGHT
Wednesday, August 11, 2021
Today I hope to remember, all day, that I am not in command of my life, but that a much greater and higher power is the true ruler of everything. I’m not talking here about the power traditionally called ‘God’ – a supposedly superhuman being who sits somewhere above us and runs the show, both the tragedies and the triumphs. No, the imperious power I’m speaking of is more like an infinite wind than a super-person. Throughout our limitless universe, this non-material, highly skillful ‘wind’ flows and drifts and controls all things, including the infinitesimal but indispensable ‘breeze’ called Hamilton Salsich. I often laugh to think of my endless efforts to control my life, to be the boss and master of everything, like a wisp of a breeze trying to supervise the limitless wind. I can imagine the big wind saying to the little breeze, “Hey, relax and let go. I am the captain. I can take you on wondrous adventures today. Just relax and let go and let me do the work.” I hope to do that today. A masterly force will be always at work, moving me through thoughts and feelings and events the way the boundless wind moves its countless gusts and drafts. A grand adventure awaits me today. I just have to release my hold on the reins and let the immeasurable spiritual ‘wind’ of the universe do its wondrous work.
ALL IT TAKES He saw some branches shaking in a breeze, and then he understood: the force that frees the branches isn't in the branches, but in the breeze itself. The trees receive the spin and whirl of a wind, and it remakes their lives. For patient branches, all it takes is letting breezes do their swirling dance with them, and soon the branches start to prance. He saw, like in a dazzling light, that he could do the same, could be a patient sea that rolls or sleeps as wisdom blows across it in the storms of life or in the gentle toss of daily living. He saw that he is not the one who does the work of life, but that the fun of living comes from letting go and letting endless spirit do the work. The art of getting free involves allowing forces larger than the universe itself to swirl and roll and fan his life. Like branches in a breeze, he's in the best of hands, and cannot help but win.