Not a bearded old man on a cloud, not an angry Goddess, not a wooden totem at the entrance to a remote temple. The one true temple has always been in our hearts, where the butterﬂies of love and tears of emotion are born.
Our core, speaks a different language. More ancient that thoughts, before words gave form. A nameless, shapeless constant, cradling us and calling us to return.
Modern Society has taught us to deal with the exterior, with the temporary. We were not supplied with the prerogative to concentrate on the slow growth process within us.
Due to these external influences we drift and follow that that surrounds us. The personal spiritual emphasis was robbed by the hectic rhythm of daily life in favor of materialistic achievements. How often were we encouraged to ask ourselves where lays our personal inner compass? Or if we recognize our independent truth that sets the color scale by which we interpret the world around us?
My father once told me that the difference between a person within a religion and a religious person is that a person within a religion adapts an external codex of laws under which he/she lives, that determine for him what is permitted and what is forbidden, what is moral and what is corrupt, what is good and what is evil.
A religious person, however, does not hold any external law superior to that of his heart. He/she measures their life according to his/her conscience first of all. He/she is sensitive and in touch with his/her personal mental and spiritual values. He/she realizes that we are affected by the outer current, but we can choose not to be ruled by it.
One than realizes that we were selected, fortunately, to sit inside a fantastic vehicle for a journey we call life. That we should be wise enough to plan this life in a balanced way that emphasizes our enjoyment from being alive both in short and long term measures.
Within us seats a mechanism that can guide us, calm us, and promise contentment and peace in our lifetime. It is our inner parent and our internal eternal child. The source from which we arrived and to which we will return. Every person has the need and the right to be in direct contact with this ‘home’ within. A ‘home’ that knows us better than anyone else can, and has always been and will be working solely in our favor and for our greater good.
If one chooses to be truly happy and content, it would be wise to nurture this relationship and to cultivate it into a full blossom in our lives. A relationship with the magnificent is our most powerful engine, the place from which we draw our greatest power. It is where our inspiration comes from, and our greatest comfort dwells. It is our fountain of gratitude for the very simple, yet fundamental fact that we breathe.
Find that personal anchor. Cultivate it to be a pillar of eternal truth that shines forth and reigns over all the other transient dogmas given to us by our religion, our culture, our families, our studies or even our own experiences in the past. As our conciseness grows and changes, so does the way we look at events in our past. We understand them and our part within them differently.