From a moment in the light...

At the Feet of the One

Lynda Allen

There is no place you need go,

No mountain you need climb,

No cave within which you need sit,

No master you need seek.

You need only be awake in each moment.

Look at the delicate beauty of a flower petal,

Drink in its color, inhale its scent, feel its silken touch upon your skin,

And you are sitting at the feet of the One.

Watch the flight of a bird,

See each feather and quill constructed for flight, able to catch and ride the wind effortlessly,

And you are sitting at the feet of the One.

Feel the warmth and fire of the sun,

Know that light upon your skin brings life to every living thing upon this Earth, simply by shining,

And you are sitting at the feet of the One.

Listen to the sound of the river flow by,

Hear its voice, gentle or raging, speak of the flow of life and the natural cycle of transformation it brings,

And you are sitting at the feet of the One.

Be in the presence of a child,

Look into their eyes brimming with joy and wonder, experience a moment of painful, unbridled laughter,

And you are sitting at the feet of the One.

Feel, without attempt to lessen it, your grief,

Allow the gaping hole you feel within your being to expand until you can fall through it, let the deep, anguished cry of your spirit be heard,

And you are sitting at the feet of the one.

Love without ceasing your beloved,

Trust that there are no boundaries or limits you need put upon your love, share without fear, the depths of your being for another to see,

And you are sitting at the feet of the One.

Let your spirit be alive in each moment,

And you are sitting at the feet of the One.