Today, I am thinking about what “refuge” is – beyond the physical experience of being sheltered from danger.
I am thinking about spiritual refuge. Soul refuge.
Buddhists take refuge in the Buddha.
Christians take refuge in Christ.
I take refuge in my Gurus.
Upon contemplation of Him or Her, I dissolve
and I am held.
I feel both sheltered and annihilated, and somehow
this feels like the sweetest kind of safety
when my “self” isn’t running the show anymore.
In this space of “non-self” I feel the bubbling nature of my refuge.
It is Alive!
It exists in the broken places,
where the gears have been grinding,
where conflict appears.
It exists in the limitations,
the brick walls and closed doors –
telling us to find another way!
It exists in the desire and the pining and the want –
the pleasure and the pain of being contained in a body,
experiencing ourselves as seemingly separate from all the other creatures.
It exists in heartbreak and misfortune – these things tearing us down to a simplified awareness of what we are made of.
And we, when we are not in a position of seeking physical refuge
we may find a thousand ways to perpetuate our own suffering, running away from
But by miracles I do not understand,
slices of grace are being offered constantly,
when we open the door to the One who is knocking.
It doesn’t have to be God
or a Guru
It can be the spacious kindness within your own sweet self.
Take refuge there.
Love from that place.