The lilies were growing in the field.
There appeared to be
an abundance of them this year.
Or, perhaps, I just noticed them
more than I had in the past.
Gradually,
I was beginning to see beauty
where before I had only seen sorrow.
Slowly,
I was beginning to hear music
where before I had only heard cries.
But always, I knew.
I knew that what I saw
and what I heard was a message –
a message from my Self to my self.
That message told me
how I really felt,
what I really thought,
who I really was.
I could pretend to be happy,
but my Self knew if I was crying inside.
I could pretend to understand,
but my Self knew if I was confused.
I could pretend to listen to others,
but I knew that if I couldn’t hear my Self
there was no one else to listen to.
And so I waited.
Soon the lilies will be in bloom.
Then I will know
that at last I am Home.
Home ~ inside my Self!
