Today I went and bought some books, hanged out with a friend…etc. it has been a while since I’ve seen the streets but I never complain because it doesn’t bother me that much on the outside and as far as my conscious.
After reading some pages of one of the books, I’ve realized that recently, I’ve been exposed to something I’ve yet to taste. Like reading about a land you’ve never visited, you know it, you love it but you can’t know how it feels to step a foot in it. The thing is spirituality!
It bothers me when I look up the genre of spirituality in those sites where you can read works of amateurs like myself and only find books about religion. I’ve been reading or hearing about people- whether fictional or real characters- reaching a certain state of spirituality and not only through religion. I’m not against religion, don’t get me wrong. I actually, despite not being Christian or ex-Christian, admire their spirituality. Same goes for some worship ceremonies like those Sufi Dervishes do.
I don’t know the definition of Spirituality but I know it’s something stronger than gravity. It’s not love; love is more heart-oriented. Though your love towards someone could be in fact spiritual or it may seem like that when you realize that it’s not your love towards her/him that was spiritual but your love towards falling in love is the spiritual part.
I believe we’re all born with an attraction towards some spiritual state. The scene of a little child rocking their bodies almost rhythmically with the look on their faces that makes it seem they’re in different world is one proof. I myself am searching for a passion that would soon expand and widen its horizon to take me to another place…spiritually….
A sentence in a holy book let it be or a kiss or a line in a song or an instrument, or even being with the one you love in bed. However will it be, I’m waiting for it to come and take me to another place. Until now, though I love music, it doesn’t or has ceased to touch my spirit. My relationship with god is far from spiritual. I’m still not so keen on falling in love. But I believe spirituality can come from many places and I can’t imagine spending my lifetime without it.
Those who ignore it by choice and choose to only feed their minds or pockets are whom I pity the most. I pity those who are religious or in love, musicians or dancers but couldn’t take it to a spiritual level. And those who find it lame and don’t believe in that power that will make you love life. That will make you close your eyes, dance or sing about you’re your passion and gratitude for it.
My spirit is hungry and waiting to be fed, to fly outside my body into ecstasy and then return, before the times come for it to be obligated to fly away and never come home again.