Of all the candles lit across the ages, greatest for our sake is the undeniable candle of your own life. Of all the years born in time, most pertinent for our existence is this year now born to you. Nothing created can trespass against your Peace without your invitation. No wind can howl loud enough to drown your song unless you allow your singing to be a whisper. What are we if not the composition of life itself? And if we are this, if we are this majesty, this mystery, this awesome awning, what growling interloper can have us? What predator can stalk and claim us? We are not the frightened cub we once were. We are now. We are this. This life of faith, not fear. This breath of becoming, not succumbing.
All the ancestors gather around the fire of this new year, peering into the flames, eyes affixed, hearts drumming, your song humming in their ears. They wait for what you will do with this fire, this year. They wait for you to be you, to remember you, to ascend on courage into your own freedom sky. A new year is not only a surface gift of more days, more chances, more dreams. It is the output of what the soul dreams, what the mind makes, what our underestimated will excavates.
Here in this new year is the cathedral, the temple, the shrine, the mosque, the sacred ground of now. Here is where we meet ourselves and reckon. Our heart has a gravitational soul mate; that toward which it opens. That light is our own life in this very moment. Our heart cannot open in such surrender to what has been or what we imagine will be. Its greatest Love is this time, this brevity, this year rich with yesterday and ripe for tomorrow’s harvesting.
You know what Love feels like. It feels like birth. Over and over again the waterfall, the spectacular aegis of new life. A living cascade of potential, a clay jar we carry to the river source, left to fill our vessel all we want, to whatever fullness we choose. When human heart meets new life (a moment born), a vessel has met its bride, its bridegroom. This new Love, this new life is what we make it. For this is a marriage not tethered to human imperfection. It is a matrimony of Creation’s child (our Divine passion), with Creation itself in the form of a new year.
This year, listen to rain, wind, sun, and night. Each will be chanting their own precious mantra of rapture: You are beautiful. This is why I come to you. Over and over again their bell chime: You’re beautiful. They will persist until you believe this such that you live beautifully. Then they will increase their charms.
Friend, open are the gates of opportunity. A year is born. So too are you. You exist in a state of biological aliveness. Free for your taking is a state of spirit liveliness. So many prayers flow from Life’s heart to you, now in this dawn of season. Unto your soul, a year of Light. Unto your heart a year of Love. Unto your life a year of Grace. Blessed be thy soul, thy heart, thy mind, thy beloved ones, in this new year of 365 new suns!
Copyright © 2011 Jaiya John
