Today is a beautiful day to begin in earnest.
You have sensed the powers of uprising within you.
You have sensed the military forces of awakening.
Bestirring your senses.
the fact of your enlightenment, in its baby steps and stages.
Do trust the slowly brightening dawn.
Do expect your inner senses, bedazzled by lights of unknown origins.
Do trust your senses delight in such small glimmerings of light.
Each and every increase is treasured!
Without your own inner light, what would be known of The Way?
Abandonment of your struggles,
of your polar treks,
of your very last physical breath,
would have occurred long ago–
had you no knowledge of the inner spirit lighting your nights with flickers from your spiritual origins.
This fact of “home”, ever-sturdy,
of home, ever-awaiting,
of home, ever-lightening you,
whose call reveals your own inner light:
This light is Truth.
Without the force of this inner call to scramble to life, where would you begin?
Would you not doubt this force more than ever, if it did not shine from within you?
What means, and what justifications, lead to higher actions–
unless they flow down from the same heights as those higher actions reach?
In future times, you may wonder:
How did I survive without this central impulse daily? How strong I was–and how confused–to have lived with this light only on the periphery?
Grace bless this action, on this very day:
May my actions and my meditations lead to this:
Knowledge of this truth:
My life is immersed in bliss. My life is immersed in divine light.
Mine eyes are awakening to this blessing. Through all confusions, stresses and strains:
The calm act of calling my heart reveals me.
Shines my light.
Clears my insight.
My life is worthy of giving thanks.
I have well reasons to begin to see freely.
Welcome this light!
Give thanks for this light!
Let the eyes of mine heart be cleansed–let them see and taste and revel in these sensations.
What is light in myself–enters my sensations!
Light graces life with sight–what is seen grows understood, and is good.
Rev. Scott Ufford
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