Journey of the Heart

This poem pays great homage to my spiritual journey…  ...it marks the return back to myself.  Before I left the States, I had the picture perfect life: A high-paying job in Hollywood, a beautiful 2 floors loft and a fancy car to show off in.  But something was missing.    I was not entirely unhappy, as my spiritual practice was strong enough to ground me.  Still, a sense of restlessness was growing.   My Divine Self was knocking incessantly and when I finally answered, my soul reclaimed its power and took flight.   I finally chose me and it was the most rewarding experience of my life.   ~In bliss,  Sitara~ Master of the Heart I was living separately The Madman came and took me He propelled me to such elevating heights And dropped me to such bottomless depths Then Genuine of the Soul Spoke to me so loudly My senses started to blur And I could no longer be just a body ...

" When we start defining ourselves by that which can be measured or weighed, something deep within us rebels."  ~Geneen Roth~ This quote inspired my poem. As something deep within us rebels because it knows that ultimately, it's an illusion to define ourselves, or others, and the world by the means of measuring. Like my teacher loves to say: "The most important things in life are not things."  When our approach to life is measuring, we limit ourselves, and our experience of the world, into the world of (dead) matter.  It's consciousness that animates life, and that consciousness is infinite and immeasurable, and so are we as parts of it.  We all know this deep down but we still love to use (measurable) things to define us: for some it may the number on the scale, for someone else the number on their bank account. The list of how we use numbers to define us is endless: it can be the number of achievements, degrees, cars, houses obt...