Seeking to be Seen

I can’t help but glimpse my likeness on a reflective surface that I pass by.  Often I am surprised, as the image I see does not match the picture in my mind’s eye.  Am I that gray?   Where did those wrinkles come from?  Is that what my ass looks like?! I know I am not alone in this obsession, how many of us wonder among a crowd of people:  Am I as fat as that woman in line?  Is that what my thighs look like when I am running?  Do I look that ridiculous when I shorts? Small wonder we speculate on the nature of our own appearance, as it changes moment to moment as well as over the years.  From the bed-head-bad-hair-day of the pre-coffee-twilight-zone, to the gently photo-touched-glamour-moments that we have framed or archived in family albums, it is hard to take ourselves at face value when our memory is fuzzy and our expectations are high.

Unwilling to take our own opinion of our outer shell we seek council from friends and family often presented in the death trap one liner “Do these jeans make me look fat?” It is this same seeking of course that takes us to the path of spiritual wanderings and we ask the cosmos “Am I the body wearing these jeans?” Even when we do see our Self in the mirror of the soul, we can be blinded by a mental storm of inquest that bolsters the illusion we are separate from the Source.

During my meditation this morning I felt mySelf seeking my own likeness.  In that moment it occurred to me that it was this same curiosity that wanted to glimpse its-Self that created this body-mind organism in order to reflect back what could not be seen, heard, touched or sensed.  Are we the mortal mirrors for Source in all of our many faces?  From the morning-breath-beasts to the picture-perfect-phenomenon of nature, each of us created from Source, as Source in order to see what could not be seen.