The Ocean Refuses No River

The ocean refuses no river.  Mirabai Ceiba

I listened to Mirabai Ceiba for the first time this morning singing their beautiful song of life, The Ocean. The opening line of the song really resonated -- The ocean refuses no river.

Ferry Crossing from Vancouver Island to Horsehoe Bay

I thought about life and my sometimes refusal, or resistance, to accept all that life offers. I thought about my desire to carve my path, regardless of life's terrain. To determine my course, regardless of life's flow, sometimes paddling upstream, sometimes drifting aimlessly in back eddies, steering along tributaries that take me further away from the ocean of life waiting to accept me, exactly the way I am.

And I breathe.

Last night in meditation I shared my experience of bliss with the group, of seeing the separation of personna (ego) and spirit, of knowing the separation is man-made, not universally directed, and I cried.

I seem to be crying a lot in meditation these days. Not tears of sorrow or sadness. Tears of stillness, of awakening, of knowing -- this is my one and only life.

Be the condition, Dal our meditation guide encourages me. Be the condition and let the rest fall away.

I breathe into being and become the condition I am. In the moment. Alive. At peace. Free. I breathe into the condition and become all that I am when I let fear fall away and surrender and fall into Love.

The universe refuses no life

Just as the ocean refuses no river, life refuses no spirit, God refuses no soul. No matter your belief, or colour of skin or size of your bank account or education, there is a sacred place for each of us within this universe. A sacred chant that sings of your beauty, your wonder, your brilliance. It is rising up within you, just as it rises up within me, calling out to your heart to dance free, to spin about and laugh and turn cartwheels. To sit in silence and dream. To leap for joy and be.

I experienced it last night in meditation. The universe refuses no life. And in that knowing is the truth -- That sacred knowing that this life, this beauty, this brilliance is mine, and yours and each of ours to live as best we can, as best we allow, in Love.

No matter how small, how big, how rusty or difficult, how tired or weary, how young or old, the universe refuses no life.

The ocean refuses no river.

The open heart refuses no Love. The open mind no knowing.

And life refuses no body, not me or you or him or her or them.

Life refuses no life.

In that acceptance, in that awareness is the knowing, deep and profound and healing. We are not alone. We are one with life flowing in the ocean of Love flowing all around.

Namaste.