The reunion
The soul, without awareness can become a monster.
From my experience so far what I am beginning to learn is that my soul lived in almost complete isolation and darkness for the last eons of time.
Just like a ferral child or an animal, my soul felt deprived of the nurturing light of my awareness.
My soul felt abandoned, left to its own device, to handle itself and explore the world.
And my soul did its best.
It went on a quest for discovery and understanding.
Yet there seems to be that much that my soul can discover on its own.
My soul, similar to a ship or a car, is limited to time and space.
Although eternal in its nature, it is still limited by the limits of its own nature.
And similar to a car it can explore the vast territory assigned to it, yet as all territories even eternity has its limits.
My soul, just like a child, rambled, emplored and discovered the territory of its own being, in its own device.
It felt unbounded, unrestricted, free to explore itself continuously.
Yet after all this exploration, after reaching its own limits – so to speak – my soul started longing again for me.
For light, for home, for awareness.
My soul started longing for something else than itself.
My soul, feeling the completeness of its journey approaching, started inviting me again.
Started calling for me, as I started calling for it.
Me and my soul, fire and water, started longing again for our reunion.
My child, my soul, started yearning back for me.
The parent, the star, started yearning back for my children.
My child has much to teach me.
I have much to listen and learn.
Discovering my way back to my soul, learning to nurture it again with the light of my awareness, makes me tame again this dragon that is me.
Learning to care for my child, for my soul, as wild and ravage as it is, makes me more and more in wonder and in reverence of life.
And my child, learning to care again for me, to invite me in his presence, in its core, in its home.
To take a rest and bathe in light and feel protected, nurtured, cared for, seen, accompanied.
Me and my soul, my lover and me.
A dance between eternities, forgetting who one or the other is.
At the end it can only be said: we existed.
We are.
We are.