There comes a redeemer and he slowly, too, fades away;
There follows a wagon behind him that’s loaded with clay.
The seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay,
And night comes so quiet, it’s close on the heels of the day.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings.
The heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own.
— from Eyes of the World, Hunter/Garcia
In this time and place of uncertainty, of endless war, of massive suffering in foreign lands that we can’t even begin to imagine; today, even as we are hanging on at the precipice of economic disaster, tipping into global eccotastrophe, even so, still The World comes dancing.
Suppose that you somehow arrived at the certainty that you, personally, are the actual, living Eyes of the World. How might that change the way you live? If you stumbled upon the revelation that your own hands are the living hands of the Creator, that within your heart beats the flaming wild life-desire of Deity Herself, and that in your blood flows all compassion and healing — how might your life change?
But today, I simply say – look in the mirror, look into your own eyes, and realize that your journey through life is in fact the creative expression of God/dess, experiencing Him/Herself. And this is also true of every other living being.
Now go, and live this with all your mind, body and spirit. There is nothing else to be done.