Little People in Big People

Ever since I was a little girl I recall having a deep sense of compassion. That sensitivity has followed me through my years, sometimes haunting me like a cold and chilly wind that seeps into your bones. Other times bringing so much contentment and joy no words can describe but only the warmth and glow that seeps into the bones just as well from sitting in the light of day with the sun beaming through your every cell warming not only the body but the mind and spirit as well.

That joy in compassion evades me momentarily when I reflect on  times of great sorrow, not just for me but for others.

As if I have walked their journey I know too well the pains they are inflicted with that is surely sufficient "punishment" in times of crime. Wounds that do not close or heal that are quickly scraped open.

 And although I know I have not carried out atrocities such as those carried out by others, there is a knowing deep within that I have lived their lives, walked their shoes and know too well the acts they have committed.

My heart bleeds as I feel a connection many of this world now seem to have abandoned for the momentary joy of life and its material possessions and status.

A little girl I could always see the good in people, sometimes that goodness in me was abused and other times not. It is a very strange thing to behold for in the flesh we are weakened by anger and sadness at times. There seems a battle that exists between the flesh and the spirit and knowing the spirit can always rise above these moments of despair does not give relief.

Now into adulthood the spirit although so strong turns one from entering into the games people play and we find ourselves less inclined to engage in politics and ego battles. But alas life as an adult reveals our world is one that seems to require such tactics for social justice to prevail.

So is the compassion that man is now searching and finding that which the karmic laws have deemed? Their previous lives written tablets of their pre-existence etched into the DNA of our kin such that we see, feel and hear the callings of those around us. And yet we as people strive for enlightenment. Such enlightenment has never left us but has been squashed and covered over.

And as I delve into the magic of the traditions of various cultures I see underlying philosophies and ideologies that pervade man of all races and continents, yet still we do not unite when the little girl in one country is the same as in another as is the little boy and each in their adult forms alike.