Be Your Note
Remember the lips where wind-breath
originated, and let your note be clear.
Don't try to end it.
Be your note.
I'll show you how its enough.
Go up on the roof at night
in this city of the soul.
Let everyone climb on their roofs
and sing their notes,
Sing loud!
(poem by Rumi from A YEAR WITH RUMI translated by Coleman Barks/published by HarperCollins, New York)
Your breath came from God, Source Energy. Let your note be clear, as in let thine eye be single, focused on Love and Service. I spent most of my life in service to "false premises," borrowing a phrase from Abraham-Hicks. I thought I was doing the right thing but more than anything I was just brainwashed into forced submission. Ignorance is Bliss! Because when I started waking up and seeing I was only acting a role given to me by someone else, it was a painful recognition that I had lived so long in limbo. All my service had been misplaced and I had basically been just an observer of how I didn't like any of those people I was serving. They were not on the same plane with me. They were weight to my soul's flight. I was serving a false God that led me away from my true nature. I wasn't even singing my own note, much less letting it be clear.
In this city of the soul, where all souls dwell in one consciousness, if we reach for the highest, purest note in the silence of our mind, there we will find our truest nature. Singing loud is not about making a lot of noise. Singing loud is living in key with your truest, highest self. And if you set this tone, others who are seeking a clear note will tune their notes with yours into a great symphony. This is what Jesus meant when he talked about one body. One body, one voice, one Father who gives birth to the greatest symphony in which our voice is needed to make the sound full, complete and glorious. So, Sing Loud!
Now when I wake up, I am not afraid to ask, how can I be of service today? Because it isn't a drudgery, a scare that I might have to do a chore I hate, sit with the dullards, eat with the dullards, and let my beauty waste away. It is a new kind of service where Source sets the pace and calls me forward to the great song that I AM and I sing it in Joy, not seeking acceptance or earthy glory or recognition from the dullards who shun my light. Perhaps I will awaken some spark in another who will explore the heights of their soul and another voice will join the chorus.
