Tuesday 1 April 2014

True Soul Mate




When a teacher was asked about the main sign of soul who has been home already, the teacher gently replied: "he/she is no longer interested in pursuing outside".

Bottomless Well

For most people, there is always a feeling of being incomplete. Do not talk about the sick and the poor, even the rich and the healthy also have the feeling of being incomplete. That is why human being spent most of their age looking for something outside. And among many things that people seek, the most consuming energy is searching for soul mate. Wealth, power, fame are all addressed to obtain recognition from soul mate.

Almost all commoners only stop their search for soul mate after being attacked by illness. Some even stopped by death. Borrowing a message from Tibetan holy book:  "If you can not find what you seek in this life, then you will not find it after death". As a result, the journey of soul is like digging bottomless well. Dig, dig, dig, and along the journey is full of darkness. There is no sign of light.

The journey of some friends even very dark, few of them inhabit mental hospital, imprisoned in the prison, attacked by hiv/ aids, drugs addiction. Inspired by this story, it is worth to contemplate life that keep seeking and searching and finally get tired, sick and become the burden of the others.

Beautiful Lake of Contentment

The direct result of life that endlessly searching is energy deficit. This is the source of many stress and illness. For that reason, there is no other choice if you want to be healed and attain peace, learn to stop this restless searching. One of the energy within that can stop this searching is a sense of inner contentment. How poor you are, how simple your life is, with inner contentment you will feel rich inside.

Frogs are symbol of suffering being. Frogs keep jumping here and there, they never find where the honey is. Butterflies are symbol of wonderful creatures who find the honey. Without jumping here and there, butterflies directly fly to the center of flowers. And there they find the real honey.

Life is similar to circling circle. Night-day, failure-success, tragedy-comedy are all circling. On the periphery, life is shaking (down-up, blamed-praised, bad mood-good mood). But at the center, there is no shaking, there is only silence and peace. This is the honey of life. And inner contentment is the inner energy which guide one to the center of the circle. The most beautiful part of the journey to the center, at the center life is like beautiful lake of contentment. It is calm and beautiful.

Flowers of Love

Similar to trees which transform the poison of carbon dioxide into much-needed oxygen in silent, beautiful souls who live in the beautiful lake of contentment seems to be silent. But in the depths of the deep, he/she is processing the materials of life into the flowers of love. The past is full of lessons, the future is full of opportunity to serve, the present is the only time where all materials of life are processed into beautiful flower of love. That is why meditation focus on being presence in the present. From this womb of the present, then baby of service was born.

Service is like the most beautiful garden to the beautiful souls. Mother Teresa, Mahatma Gandhi, Nelson Mandela, Thich Nhat Hanh are all grow beautifully in the garden of service. A touching spiritual friend even very explicit in this regard: "When you plant the seed of love, the one who blooms is you". In the life of commoners, service is an obligation. It is threatened by hell and guilty feeling. But in the life of beautiful soul, service is like garden to butterflies.

One who spends long time enough in the garden of service will understand, flowers are not only blooming out there, flowers also bloom here inside. It is the flowers of love. It is the most beautiful flower that ever bloom. From that moment, soul is no longer interested in searching for soul mate. Mainly because love is the true soul mate. As honey which is naturally sweet, when you are love inside you will be naturally loved.

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