Once upon a time, a long long time ago,
Grandfather Sky had given birth to the stars,
There was only One Being.
One pure consciousness of love resting in the completeness
Of its own untold Stories and mute Songs unsung.
Then, one day, for reasons that no one remembers,
If in fact anyone ever knew,
The One became restless.
Some say it decided to play a cosmic game of
Hide and seek, splitting its Light into
Tiny sparks, each with the full potential of the Whole.
In this way the One could know itself and grow itself.
So each spark was clothed in a costume of flesh
And its Light and wisdom hidden deep within its heart.
The challenge of the game was for all parts of the Whole
To discover their way back home again
Having lived all the Stories and sung all the Songs
That would make them wise and compassionate
Co-creators and companions to the One.
The fledgling souls took many roads Home.
Each Way had its own Story and each soul
Responded to that Story with the gift of free will,
Embroidering new stories on the dream-tapestry
Of the One Great Dreamer.
And the sun rose and the sun set.
The tides came in and the tides went out.
New flesh was born and old flesh went back to the earth.
And the One saw new stories grow in the Theater of the Many.
Some of these stories led closer to Home.
These were the ones in which fear was conquered by love.
Some of these stories led down blind alleys.
These were the ones in which love was hidden by fear.
The plays were long and the distractions many.
One by one
Most souls forgot that they were on a journey at all.
They fell asleep to the First Stories
That the One had left as eternal roadmaps and guides
So that each soul could find its way
Believing that they were alone and separate
These lost souls wandered in a strange land
Dominated by the illusion that death was real and
That love was as transitory as a shadow.
Some sought solace in money, others in power.
Some found it in food or drugs or alcohol or anger or
Television or possessions,
Gossip or judgment or a jealous god
Who whispered lies. You are special, you are saved,
There is only one way Home and this is it.
In its love and mercy for the lost parts of itself
The One sent alarm bells out into the Universe
To wake its sparks from their dreams of fear
And to guide them back into paths of love and longing
For reunion with the Great Cosmic Beloved.
These wake-up calls of pain roused the souls from their
sleep of forgetfulness.
And their cries for help were heard by their
Brothers and sisters throughout the Universe.
Seen and unseen helpers came
Whenever they were drawn by the intent,
The powerful pull of will
Of any soul who appealed to the Source
With a true longing for reunion, forgiveness and love.
And they helped those souls to become free
From the bondage of limiting beliefs and
Past unloving or ignorant actions
So that they could find a
Safe passage Home.
They will give you safe passage, too,
If you ask with faith,
Even the size of a mustard seed,
And if you are patient and willing to listen
To the directions of the Universe,
Even if they are
Not what you wanted to hear.
"Thy will, not mine, be done."
This is the understanding
That will bring you Home.
Return to Home
from "Fire in the Soul" by Joan Borysenko