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It is not what you do that is of most importance, it is the love you put into what you do. One can do a great deed with little or no love, while one can do a small, unseen deed with immense love.
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A follower was complaining to the Sage about the bowing and prostrating some other disciples did; he felt it below him or anyone, a groveling. He said, "If we are one with Spirit, why would we do such humiliating acts?" Said the Sage, "The body does, the heart follows. Acts of humbleness humble you. When humble of heart, nothing is too high or low to do... whatever the act, it is holy."
*Brian K. Wilcox. "Meetings with an Anonymous Sage."
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January 2018 -
After meditation, with the image of this prostration during, arising I prostrate. Head to floor. Resting. Feeling what this feels like, again. This inspires the sense of humbleness; humbleness inspires such apparently insignificant acts, honored by some, disdained by more. This done heartfully, I recognize my little part, largely unnoticed part.
I am okay with walking on this Earth, and bowing and prostrating, and engaging other small acts of devotion, myself largely unknown, dying hopefully with one hand in mine, enough.
I think I need to bow more, to prostrate more, to say "Yes" more, to celebrate my hiddenness and its freedom and pain more. I see that in some small way, I am only a metaphor, one solitary word in a poem without beginning, never-ending, where wise ones bow, where courageous beings pray and bow and prostrate and sing, not to please a god or goddess, but out of love and sometimes for no reason at all, at least not one known.
Possibly, when we are thrown down enough times, and we know the pain of that, we are prepared for the humbleness to place ourselves down, in some manner literal or no, not in fear, but respect, in reverence, as part of Life.
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I was looking at photos. A stunning photo of a woman kneeling in prayerful quiet appeared. The person who posted the photo, I was surprised to read, had a caption... "This I Will Never Do." I still reflect... "How sad, how sad, for one not to know the joy of this such simple act of love, the bliss of apparently useless acts of devotion."
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*©Brian K. Wilcox, 2022.
*Brian's book, An Ache for Union: Poems on Oneness with God through Love, can be ordered through major online booksellers or the publisher AuthorHouse.