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Of all the places you could be in the world right at this moment, you ended up here.

Everything that has happened to you up til now has led you to this point, this very moment, for this very reason.

That does not mean that this moment will be the most momentous or life changing event you will ever experience, but it also does not mean that it will not.

Each moment set before you is your fate. And at that moment, you co-create your destiny.

The events of your life are like a movie directed by the Universe to offer you a very special, unique and personalized congregation of factors that make up this situation that stands before you. Now.

Take a moment and breathe.  As if from a distance – beyond time or matter –  bring your attention to this moment, right here where you stand and reflect on how you came to be here.  What brought you to THIS very moment in time?  That is fate.

And breathe out.

It is all as it is meant to be.

You are not alone.

Fate - photo by Haider Mirza

Fate - photo by Haider Mirza


I imagine a future, a vision, a sight.

And fill it with joy, peace and delight.

What are the quakes that sever the dots?

Greet the insecurity and loosen the knots.

If I don’t push so hard and hold on so tight

And trust that the Universe wont put up a fight,

I know not what is best, what is good and what is mine

For I know not all that is possible, the will of the Divine.

When I leave it Grace, to That, and to You

The mystery unfolds and blessings renew.

Niagara Mist - Photo by Haider Mirza

Niagara Mist - Photo by Haider Mirza

Another Sunday prayer

I honor that in me which seeks closeness and sharing. I treasure the part that seeks to nurture and hold. I protect that which needs and depends. I value that which sees beauty in gentleness.

Illusion and clarity

At times when the traveler is rolling happily on the grassy knolls of life feeling like a seasoned expert,  something inevitably makes her tumble and she finds herself in a deep ditch of sludge, not knowing where she is or how she got there.  Squirming in the gravity of confusion, the messy predicament raises question of clarity and its illusions.

If only she can overcome the deep shame that comes from having fallen blind, unprepared. The traveler must rid herself of all unnecessary baggage when traversing through the sludge, and pride is the first to find its release as its unrelenting weight is an assault on her senses.  Pride is like a blindfold that impairs all vision and clarity.  Humility can take its place as a welcome companion as she releases the burden of the “should have’s” and “could have’s”…  Once she has overcome the paralyzing astonishment of how she tripped, she can begin to wade through the grainy depths and find her feet again.

She had neglected to see the signs and had stumbled, tripped and fallen waist deep in a substance that clung stubbornly on her skin, threatening to seep through her pores.  This poisonous, toxic waste-like matter was always there, unnoticed, unheeded.

It is waste that has accumulated over the years.  It is a trench filled with muddied waters in  the self.  The emptiness of the hole bore testimony to frailty and despair; the sludge was the filling of toxic rage and poisonous pride that defended against the hurling abyss of unfulfilled longing.

We are born with knowing love, wanting it, needing it. For someone to see how precious we are and value us despite our rages and hungers, demands and complaints, and differences and departures.  When that love is broken, absent, awkward or ill-fitted, part of the self is wounded and vulnerable to the maggots of blinding pride, raging anger, drowning self-pity,  and overcast shame. Once the traveler recognizes the sludge as a ditch of subconscious defenses, she can consciously sift through each emotion to confront the abyss.

Wading through the wasteland, she realizes that the sludge is just a provisional filling of empty space in the unconscious self.  The hole is a reminder to live creatively, consciously and deliberately – a magnificent offering to be filled with the beautiful treasures of all manners and forms…

The Universe is Generous, Benevolent.  Such is Grace.