Before meditation one day, feeling a little down after repeated bad news, I asked after my Grand Purpose. I’ve been told that we each have one unique to us, and also that there is no purpose at all. I sat and waited a long time. The answer also took a long time, and I jotted down what I could.

We are sewn and woven using the machines of our ancestors: what we are, where we are… and machines don’t make decisions. They don’t choose the yarn, the color, design, or even when they are finished.

Who then?

There is a Mother out there, bringing it all into existence, the threads and the coincidences that are her craft., her song. Everything is made of her song.

Look at the taco you prepared today — worlds are sitting on your plate, lovingly prepared! See here:

The grain was harvested and ground for flour; seeds and other vegetation were cold pressed into the oils used in the tortilla, and also to fry it; the beans and potatoes grew on vines and in the ground, like the herbs you used to flavor them; the Tobasco chiles were dried and their essence extracted; your tomoatoes and lettuce, picked right from a plant in the ground.

These are all Transformational.

They sit, doing no harm.

Fed by sun, wind, water, and earth, they grow.

Also, they are beautifully adorned!

—- poisonous plants excluded, the harm in using them comes from they being harmed initially in their harvest —-

They perform this transformation of the elements into our edible food. Ever consider how it is there are any edible plants for humans at all? Not around long enough to have had a say, yet there is not a plant on earth that is useless to some part of our life… or death.

They sit, not needing anyone or anything, just doing as it was encoded, in their alchemical way, changing the sun and earth into more tasty versions of soil. We ourselves are collections of soil, transforming this transformed light into energy — your thoughts, words, actions, and ultimately, your character, these come from — and are fueled by — this energy.

Make it clean.

Garbage in, Garbage out.

Why are you stressed and worried, feeling inundated in your person?

What are you feeding your soul stomach? Your Buddha belly?

Garbage in, Garbage out.

You are ingesting all the time, through all your senses. We’ve been warned many times to guard them, yet instead we waste most of our time as hapless refugees of the tempest in a teacup that we know as daily living.

You know what isn’t a waste?

Gentle in, Gentle out

Peaceful in, Peaceful out

we too can wear light

Yes, be like water— also. be like plants:

Sitting still

Doing no harm

Growing

Transforming