To Touch the Light
Lago Holanda, Tierra del Fuego, Argentina
What does it feel like to touch the light?
To have it shine numinously from the inside outwards, like a soft warm glow that can be seen, felt, and even heard amidst the peaceful silence it carries
Many speak about touching the Light to overcome the dark
Less known is how it feels or what that actually means
And, even less, how to do so
Yet, it is real. More than within our grasp, it is within us all, discriminating against no one.
It is what the soul is made of and, as such, only found by peeling away that which has covered up such pureness, such sanctity.
Our task is to remove that protective casing to expose the ripe fruit that lies within, ready to nourish not only ourselves but those around us
To know and be the Light is know and be Love
It means to value each life as a gift. It is to see the miracle that is life each time it is brought into this world. It is a presence, an energy, a dive and effortless state of being.
To touch such a sacred place clears the path of love that is unbound without limit. It is when we fill ourselves with such light and love that that is which pours forth from us and onto the world beyond.
It’s a softness that holds without faltering.
It’s a peace that cannot be disturbed or disrupted
It’s a light that touches all that is seen and unseen
It’s being able to see the humanity in each person that walks this earth.
It is the ultimate reward for choosing love and hope over hate and despair in a world that is overcast with hostility and riddled with violence.
It is the path of wholeness and once touched, it is the only way one can move forward, ever in pursuit of it.
I touched, lived, and embodied such a state for a blessed 10 days in September of last. I woke with energy. I was triggered by none. I saw every single person in their humanity — how they acted toward me was of little consequence. I didn’t have to try to not be bothered, I simply, without any effort at all, wasn’t.
I may have lost that state of being, but it is not forgotten. I live every day, remembering its taste and clearing myself out so that, once again, I may be filled with it.
