Aloha, I wasreminded bythis photo taken on Pensacola Beach some ten years ago of how nice the beach is there and how much fun it was to teach the kids to bodyboard.I was on the beach for sunrises and they were breathtaking as all sunrises are.
I do not wish to impose my beliefs on others, but it seems to me that it is important, however, because there has been a connection between the events that occur in nature and those of my inner life. It is like when people say that God doesn’t talk to them. I say look around and truly see. All is very personal and once you have learned how to watch such things as the sun rising, you will have witnessed all the exact pure and resplendent powers that were triggered the moment the first ray of sunlight appeared.You will realize that daylight also breaks in your life. Instead of simply watching the sunrise, I imagine that light and warmth spreads through all the cells of my body and soul, refreshing them. It is like God’s touch.
My Teacher said and I reflect upon His words endlessly, I am the Light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life. What do your teachers say to you?
God, to me, as you have gleaned from my writings must always be sought above and beyond forms. And the sun is but one of many important imageries of God, but in spite of its beauty and power, it is still only a form, and you must go further to seek out God beyond form.
So, when I gawk at the sunrise, I try to sense that I am looking at one of God’s most perfect representations on earth. I just know that as I view it, I am released for a few minutes into the farthest expanses of space, and even the concept of time is abolished.
I got a free hot breakfast at the Hilton and I had worked up an ‘ell of an appetite. I smelled the bacon as I entered the restaurant and ate with gusto as I smeared the strawberry jam thickly on the warm croissant.
It was John Muir who said sadly that most people are on the world, not in it – having no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them – undiffused, separate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but separate?
I am a man not a stone.
God reminds me of that daily and did so in a special way when I wasperforming in Fiddler on the Roof a couple of years ago. I remember the joyof singing that wonderful refrain:
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze