Sacred and Profane #20 December 18, 2017
When one enters a cathedral, be it man made or the halls of nature’s creations, deep woods or soaring canyons, there is a sense of sacredness. The arches reach up to the heavens in yearning and exaltation and we, small creatures that we are, come into the womb of vastness. They are designed to put us in our place as it were. There is more here than first perceived.
We enter and take a breath, deep and full as if drinking in the sense of sacredness. Taking into self that which is regal and majestic. Yet, there is something that speaks clearly, ‘I belong here”. There is a recognition of something deep inside that resonates with the sacred. We feel at home. Perhaps this is our higher self meeting self in the world. Recognition is a mysterious thing, comforting, inspiring and sometimes frightening. No matter, to be seen for who we truly are is a gift of unreasonable value. It is also our brith right.
We work in many ways to develop a true sense of who we are and then set out to marry it to the life we build. If we are fortunate it is present in our work and our day to day activities but often not. We are seen for what we do, not who we are. Still we seek outwardly to find that which will validate our worth even if we do not say it in those words. All humans long to be of value. It is natural.
The problem is, if we do not know our own worth how can we ever be satisfied at its appraisal? And what of the appraisers we give this power to?
Life is both sacred, full of wonder and mystery; joy and light that is aching in its presence. It is also profane, ugly, unfair; dark and sorrowful. We grow in the presence of that which is sacred, even if we feel small. We shrink and shrivel in the face of the profane even if we momentarily feel bigger.
How is it we can know our true worth? How can we know it directly with no intermediary, in our own experience? Meditation is the trajectory of growth in consciousness, our own consciousness. The evolution of inner interiorized states. We do not indict life. Far from it, we understand its preciousness, its temporariness; its capacity to induce in us a sense of the scared and profane. In doing so, we are compelled, in a deep profound manner to honor it by finding the best way we can to add, to increase, not diminish life and to embrace our capacity to live it fully.
We are not journeying anywhere foreign in deep meditation. We are simply taking awareness to the cathedral we hold within. It is vast and un-bounded, teeming with creativity and when we bring attention here, we merge with that which is scared. Coming out we bring something of that with us, subtle at first but palpable as our sense of subtlety increases. We begin to see life with fresh eyes. Senses that are in tune with the sacredness that underlies everything.
We mirror this sacredness in our very bodies. This vessel itself is a cathedral. We stand on the arches of our feet drawing the energy of mother earth; the pelvic arch connected by the sacrum, the ‘sacred’ bone, teams with the energy that is the procreative seat of human kind; the voice resonates in the arch of the mouth as we cry out to the heavens, I am here! And the dome at the crown of the head, protects even as it opens to the light streaming down from above.
This vessel is sacred and contains the sum total of all our possibilities nestled in the womb of our very own vastness. In deep meditation we rest in the inner most sanctum, in the heart at the core of reality merging with the sacredness that is life. Take time to care for your whole self. The profane will always be with us, but knowing the sacred expands its presence in the world. Know your sacredness. Meditate.