There we were once again. Entangled in the never-ending conversation (lucky me!) about what to do in life. How to be. That everlasting question of what our role is in the Universe.
Sometimes I wonder whether we would get tired of asking these questions and start being – or perhaps the asking is part of the being, part of the becoming. Anyway, back to the storyline.
“You are a consultant. You provide counsel,” you commented.
“Yeah, well, in what, though?” I responded, with that all-too-familiar fleeting doubt for self. A lightning response from the head.
“In a lot of things. In anything,” you said, lightly and confidently. There was some truth in what you said. You made sense. As always. You made sense to me.
I let your response seep below the superficial intricate labyrinth of thoughts. I could feel an interior change of gear. A more genuine response surfaced.
“I can only tell you what I hear,” I heard myself saying, with intent.
That response stays with me even until today. It feels much more than a response. It is like a personal guidance on how to be. It says:
“Lend all of yourself to Hearing. Become an ear.
Make everything in you an ear, each atom of your being, and you will hear at every moment what the Source is whispering to you, just to you and for you, without any need for my words or anyone else’s. You are—we all are—the beloved of the Beloved, and in every moment, in every event of your life, the Beloved is whispering to you exactly what you need to hear and know. Who can ever explain this miracle? It simply is. Listen and you will discover it every passing moment. Listen, and your whole life will become a conversation in thought and act between you and Him, directly, wordlessly, now and always. It was to enjoy this conversation that you and I were created — Rumi
In this flow, there is no listening and speaking. No hearing and responding. Both actions are one of the same. The speaking is too the listening. The response is also the hearing. There aren’t two opposing movements. There is only one. You simply do not stop hearing.
Words do not come from you. Nor you interpret. You are like a gutter for water to flow through. A mirror with which reflection is made possible. Speech that is coming out of Silence. Movements that are spiralling out of Stillness.
Nourish His creation from Him
You will be a refreshing repose and a reviving scent (rawḥun wa raiḥānun). – Ibn ‘Arabi
You know not what is needed at each time. Nor do you have to. Leave that to Her/Him. Let Her/Him nourish Her/His Creation, including you. You just need to show up and stay until you hear. Then stay some more, until you are moved. Trust the movement of Life.”
I heard it, pondered about the life that I have walked so far, and saw what I had not seen before. Perhaps it is true for most of us: We only realise our path after we walk it. Mine is all about hearing. All my work seems to have its root in listening – to what wants to be heard.
In meditation – be it a personal practice or when facilitating: I (share how I) listen to the sensations in my body, to the thoughts, to the surfacing memories, and allow them to find their completion.
In conversation – I put an intention to follow the thread of one conversation; to be present—as much as humanly possible—to every word, gesture or incident that is happening; letting it inform me of what needs to be expressed; enjoying the ride while I am at it; being constantly in awe with what is going on. And do my best to express what I hear.
In craniosacral therapy sessions – I open myself to the magnificent intelligent of the body – allowing it to show me what is happening, dancing with the breath of Life that in actuality is prevalent at all times. And, again, being in awe with what is unfolding before me. What an honour.
In writing – my favorite pass time, like this blog post. I let my fingers do the typing. A practice of allowing. An exercise in getting out of the way. Letting language do its thing.
In consulting – I sit and open myself to – ugh, funny how I cannot find a single word for this – to everything basically – to my interior, to the persons before me, to my surrounding. I sit and allow whatever responses that come up to come up. Sometimes they come as words that want to be said. Other times as some sorts of structure or picture in my head that want to be laid out. Occasionally as thoughts that prefer to stay private.
In contemplation – A personal practice of silent conversation with Oneself. About the secrets of Nature that are nudging just below the membrane between consciousness and ignorance. How fascinating. How fortunate. What a blessing – thank You.
In practically everything. This morning I woke up feeling like baking scones, which I had not done for quite a while. So I did. Then shared it with my families for breakfast, accompanied by this brilliantly tasteful Indonesian tea brought by my niece. Then I was moved to reading the morning prayer and Fusus Al Hikam. Then sat with my niece to watch some films on TV. Then this – writing two blog posts, having lunch in between. Who knows what would happen next? It is all hearing.
It is all Hearing. Being. Becoming. Listening. Flowing. Aligning. Being moved. Dancing with the Universe. Expressing. Manifesting. People use different words for this phenomenon. To me, they are all the same movement. Same action. Perhaps different only in points of view and emphasis, but still the same Thing, if one can call it a thing at all.
I notice there are a lot of “I”s in this post. It might signify that I still have a long way to go — or perhaps not, God knows. It is how it is. I do pray for whatever expressed through me would become purer. I am hopeful. The Universe does not work in neither a sequential nor a logical way. Miracles happen, all the time.
So, yes, I know I do not know everything. I can only tell you what I hear. I love what I am hearing thus far. I am in Love with Life.
And if what I do is but an extension of what I am, then here is what I can offer: I would love to share what I hear. I would really like to share how I hear. Perhaps someone somewhere might resonate with it. May what we hear be ever clearer. May we hear more.