As a very young child I knew only love. I knew the power of this love and I knew everything else was love. I especially knew flowers were love. My earliest memories are of anywhere where flowers appeared: flowers on the carpet of our home, flowers mingling with the grass in our garden, and flowers dangling from the bushes in the hedgerow. I would weep when the grass was cut and the flowers would disappear then light up when flowers would burst into bloom.
My earliest memory is lying on the flower carpet in the hall of our home, closing my eyes and feeling the sunlight bathing me in its light and warmth, feeling warm, safe and full of love.
When I was eight I learned a little song “This little light of mine”. This song became my favorite song and I would sing it to myself whenever I would feel small, sad or afraid. This little song reminded me of the love that I am and everything is.
Then I became an adult and forgot about this little light of mine. I began to believe the stories people told me. That I was not good at doing things, that I was not good at singing, So I stopped singing and eventually forgot how it felt to sing.
For many years I tried hard to be like an adult, serious, strong and busy ignoring the little child inside and this little light.
Then one day a beautiful yogini shared the gift of song and the feeling of love with me again. At first it felt funny to sing and my voice was wobbly and quiet but as I practiced my voice grew stronger. The more I sang the brighter this little light within shone until it filled my whole being and I remembered the power of love.
Now I know love again. I know that everything else is love too and I know that Love as Oneness. We are all love and we all have a little light within just waiting to be remembered and nurtured.
May we all shine brightly
Deviki