Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.
Hail, dear friend.
Is there room enough in my life?
When I first looked at this Tagore quote I thought about making room for things that I believe are rightfully mine.
I'm a music lover. What if someone gave me a grand piano? I have a small apartment, would I be able to receive it? Of course I would. I would have to rearrange things: move the bed, change the location of my desk, find a different place for some of the books. But i could do it. Bring it on.
Now what if I got an idea for a new story or painting? Well the computer is ready for me to start typing. My easel is set up, I have canvas, paints and brushes. Send it in.
But what if my soul mate, the love of my life, should suddenly appear? What would I do with her? Where would I put her? As I start to think about that I realize how many more changes I would have to make. I lived alone for so long it's hard to imagine another creature in my life and what all I would have to do to adapt.. But, at least, with her around I would have help. I think it's doable. Let her in.
But now I think, what if the sky opened up and poured down the blessing of enlightenment on me? What if I got a totally new, fresh view of existence? What if the revelation I have been struggling to achieve should come in the blink of an eye and change my life forever? Is there enough room in my heart and my mind to receive it? What changes do I have to make now to be ready?
That's the question. Am I really ready to receive a higher selfhood and live it? That question pokes at my thoughts everyday. There is a closed door that seems to be locked, but isn't. And behind it is something I think I should fear, but don't. I believe the opening of the door is not up to me, but it is. Every time I pass it I knock gently. But one of these days.....
In the meantime I will have music, art, love and hope, if I keep myself prepared. I would have trouble with 8 maids a-milking, 7 swans a-swimming, 6 geese a-laying, etc.
But they don't belong to me.
Plan for Spring!