In Thy Light

A meditation on divine life, embodied energy, and the consciousness that remembers itself

Shiva is chidambaram, like the inner sky. Shiva is the inner sky of consciousness

(Sri Sri Ravi Shankar)

What is this life

flowing through my body?

What is this energy

moving through my form?

What is this consciousness

lighting up my soul?

Sit with these questions

long enough,

and the ordinary

begins to glow.

Pulse

no longer feels

mechanical.

Breath

no longer feels

automatic.

Awareness

no longer feels

like something

the mind

can fully claim

as its own.

Something deeper

is here.

Moving,

animating,

witnessing.

We may call it

life-force.

We may call it

spirit.

We may call it

Shiva,

the divine,

the source,

the one.

The name

matters less

than the knowing,

the recognition,

the remembrance.

There is a current within us

that precedes identity

and exceeds language.

It beats

in the heart

before we understand it.

It breathes

through the lungs

before we learn to direct it.

It shines

through consciousness

before thought

steps in

claiming

"this is me".

And perhaps that is

the great turning:

to realise

that life

is not merely happening

inside us,

but flowing

through us.

This is not a rejection

of the body.

It is a reverence

for the body.

The bloodstream,

the nervous system,

the subtle electricity

of the brain.

None of this

becomes less sacred

because it can be studied.

Biology may describe the process,

but it does not exhaust the mystery.

Mechanism

is not the opposite

of wonder

but rather,

one of wonder’s

clearest expressions.

So the question

deepens.

What is this life

moving through my body?

What is this energy

moving through my form?

What is this consciousness

lighting up my soul?

Not as

abstraction.

Not as

borrowed philosophy.

But as

direct encounter.

In moments

of stillness,

devotion,

grief,

beauty,

contemplation,

bliss,

sorrow,

or awe.

Something in us remembers:

we are not separate

from the greater field of life.

We are expressions of it.

In Thy light.

In Thy love.

In Thy joy.

I am one.

Not because

the self disappears,

but because

it softens enough

to recognise

what has always held it.

Not because

the world falls away,

but because

the sacred is suddenly seen

within it.

I am one

with the infinite Om.

To say this

is not to escape

being human.

It is

to become

more fully

human,

to be an

anthropos,

again.

To become

more intimate

with breath,

with presence,

with responsibility,

with love,

with humility,

with clarity,

with grace.

The divine

is not elsewhere,

it is here,

in the living body,

in the aware mind,

in the heart

learning again

and again

how to bow

to the divine,

within

and without.

Om Namah Shivaya.

I bow to Shiva.

I bow to the divine.

I bow to the force

that creates,

dissolves,

transforms,

and renews.

I bow

to that which is

beyond me,

within me,

and moving

through all things.

And from that bow,

another prayer

arises:

Thy will be done.

Not as resignation,

but as alignment.

Not as passivity,

but as trust.

It is the quiet courage

to release the illusion

of total control

and to participate in life

with greater humility,

greater clarity,

and unconditional love.

It is the understanding

that the deepest wisdom

is not manufactured

by the ego,

but received

when we become

still enough

to listen.

What is this life

flowing through my veins?

Perhaps the holiest answer

is also the simplest:

it is divine life,

knowing itself

through form,

through breath,

through awareness,

through love,

through this brief

and luminous

human experience.

In Thy light.

In Thy love.

In Thy joy.

I am whole.

I am one

with the infinite Om.

Om Namah Shivaya.

Thy will be done.

To accompany "In Thy Light" here is:

"Om Namah Shivaya/Thy will be Done"

by Donna de Lory and Krishna Dass: