Safe Passage Home

                     Once upon a time, a long long time ago,
                                  Before even
                   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
                                  Back Home.

                   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.

                     from "Fire in the Soul" by Joan Borysenko

Return to Wisdom            Return to Home