Like the yoga mystic nerd that I am, my morning Goddess-food breakfast became an inspired metaphor for it all. After my kalecucumbapplegingerlemoncilantro green juice in the new juicer, I sliced open a pomegranate.
Two ruby red Sacred Flowers stared at
me. Another moment of recognition, each ruby leaf the center of the
vesica piscis, (‘fish bladder’) which is the mathematically sacred
geometrical basis of all life. From the One become Two, the Vesica
Piscis, the cells split in krama shakti (power of sequencial order) and
become the Sacred Flower of Life, and ultimately a human being. 2014 is
the year the seeds sown of the past will ground and grow.
looks delicious. As I peeled apart the thin matrix holding the ripe red
seeds together, I’m reminded of every moment embedded in each other
moment that is happening now. Each moment of the last year, the last
decade, the last 50 years, a individual yet never separate seed imbued
with flavor, color and potential to create more thriving trees, flowers,
fruits and more seeds. It is exponential potential and possibility. All
of the moments strung together held in the matrix of the everyday
worldly moments, every bit as holy and necessary for the succulence of
the fruit to grow into ripeness.
There is a certain amount of
self-effort and reflection necessary to extract the blessing of the
alluring seeds. It is kind of messy and some of the blood red juice
gushes out so I have to be mindful gently disengaging the sweet fruit
from the slightly bitter matrix. Not so easy, until I figure out the
pattern and get into that flow, and still some of the dull papery
membrane gets stuck to the red treasure. It’s the fleshy stuff that we
have to deal with, the obligatory duties or karmas that aren’t so juicy,
sometimes boring, sometimes bitter, yet necessary for the nectar. It’s
the parts of life that when it’s served it’s purpose, I can just bless
it, and let it go. I don’t have to chew and consume that too. So I
carefully separate the chaff from the grain.
Every moment is part
of the whole; the juicy fruit, seeds, matrix all held together in the
microcosm in the skin of potential. Our spiritual and yogic practices
give us the tools to learn to gently disentangle the necessary mundane
matrix from the sweet succulence of the colorful fruits. The invitation
is to recognize it all as sacred. Gratefully let go of the superfluous,
and relish the succulence of what you love, the sweetness, beauty and
enthusiasm of delight. Save some seeds, nourish them and grow them into
your own sweet delicious gifts to the world.
I love pomegranates. Life is a pomegranate. Happy 2014!
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