Within the delicate weave of our Spirit lives an unquenchable yearning—accompanying a soul-deep recognition that we are more than these tenuous vessels of flesh and time. Like birds who sing into the vastness of the open sky beyond their cages, we feel the pull of something unconfined deeper down, stirring within the marrow of our existence, calling us in to a perfection, a truth we’ve never truly forgotten.

In those rare, luminous moments when the veil between worlds grows thin—perhaps in the hushed cathedral of dawn, or when our abandon into love pierces us with its unexpected beauty—that light that sustains us reveals itself not as a mere byproduct of matter, but as a vast primordial Divinity, a living sea from which all reality is born. Our individual awareness, so seemingly isolated in daily life, is but a wave briefly risen from this infinite ocean, still tied within its depths to the memory of a sacred wholeness.

"Like birds who sing into the vastness of the open sky beyond their cages, we feel the pull of something unconfined deeper down, stirring within the marrow of our existence, calling us in to a perfection, a truth we’ve never truly forgotten."

Though often vague in its beginning, we yearn because we remember. And we remember because we recognize. In recognition we’re called to surrender to the call in what we sense. Inevitably, in surrender the clouds of our resistance part. For those few moments —our Spirits bear witness to the forgotten vastness, our true home, even as our minds labor on below to reconstruct the illusion of separation.

This is our exquisite paradox: to live bounded by time yet touched by eternity, to be housed in form yet intimately connected to the formless. The limitations that give us life and yet imprison are perhaps the very conditions through which infinite consciousness experiences the poignant beauty perceived in finite existence—each life a unique extension, an ongoing, a passed down expression of the boundless exploring itself.

Could it be that deepest longing is not misplaced but profoundly accurate—a compass needle trembling toward a truth beyond comprehension yet intimately known. Could it be that yearning is itself the thread that, if followed with sincerity, humility, faith and grace, will lead us, though blinded by the narrow rule of time, through the labyrinth of separation, back to the recognition that we have secretly always been free, always been whole, always been held close within the luminous heart of all that is. Every moment of transcendence, every inexplicable knowing, every experience of profound connection—these are not anomalies —but glimpses of our true nature, whispering to us of the magnificence that calls us on from beyond the beautiful attachments to our temporal becoming.

© Aaravindha Himadra