We are homeless until we sit down in the “seat of self,” the center of consciousness within us all (Michael Singer). Each one of us has such a seat with our name on it.
So often, I seek in the world what is only available within me. Oh, the miles I have traveled; the stories I have created.
When we sit within, we cease wandering. Glennon Doyle Melton says when our ”still, small voice” manages to drown out the “fear voices” is when we stop betraying ourselves and find our way home “to truth and to love.”
Who does not know the voices of fear? They are nothing if not loud, sometimes voluminous as well. In the focus of stillness, they shrink and cease.
Singer’s “seat of self” creates an observer’s distance— a safety zone of being—from which to witness the great mystery that is the world. In awareness, we accept the world as it is, not as we would prefer it.
In no longer judging, we stop betraying ourselves as well. We accept who we are and who we are not. We come into the peace of being. We don’t have to go anywhere to find it.
We are home, looking through the life lens of equanimity. Oh, the stories we will see.
But do not ask me where I am going,
As I travel in this limitless world,
Where every step I take is my home.