Ripples

Sometimes I wonder if we are all ripples in a lake.

When I think of the greatest mystics of all time, I begin to wonder about their effects that these individuals truly have had. When I think of their lives, I think of a rock being thrown into a lake. The rock changes the lake in many ways. Some ways which are immediately noticeable, some which may take centuries to become known.

Poetry, love, literature and song are ways in which the Divine Spirit can manifest. Those who are one with the flow of the universe act as conduits for this spirit. So, in the analogy of the rippling lake, the stone is not an individual life, but rather the message of the Divine.

I wonder, if we are ripples that have been created by past disturbances to the lake. Maybe the great lovers of the ages manifest themselves through you and I? Or maybe we are meant to be the disturbance. Maybe future ripples will look back on the works we have created and marvel at the effects one small stone or word has had on the entirety of mankind.

Leave no stone unturned in the search for the truth, especially not if you have the chance to throw that stone into the lake of time. Maybe even a ripple can create a splash?