Less is more

Now and again, a whiff from my past came to me.

In the form of temptation.

On my path as a channeler, psychics, and others told me.

You are a diamond in the rough, or you will be big one day.

New on my foray into the field of channeling and channelers.

I believed it, I embarked on it.

Full of bravado and faith in my spirit team,

I ventured in full swing ahead.

When Universe cut my path short.

And removed me from that field altogether.

I look at where my feet are and embrace it.

Less is more.

Why would I choose this path of spiritual poverty?

When the very word of poverty could make anyone shrink.

But, this is a poverty where one gets enriched.

With the scent of God, with God.

For when we are so full, so filled with ourselves and pursuits.

Is there room for God?

Could he be felt, seen, communicated with,

when the noise of desires, striving fills our hearts?

St. John of the Cross holds, the more we empty ourselves,

the more God fills us.

And so I look at my path to God, to that Oneness.

And remove myself from the noise of my past endeavors.

When it rears its head, shining and glittering, 

I look at my path and say, no thank you.

I am happy with this less.

It is peaceful, satiety itself.

I relish this life of simplicity, of nothingness.

Concentrating on my path to the All.

What is the All for me?

It is a being that almost always holds me in its thrall.

I close my eyes and I am with him.

I enter into meditation and I am lost in him.

I look inside and I see him, the God in me.

He is my satiety. He is my All.

"In Him, I live, move and am."