Meditating at the minaret at Ibn Tulin Mosque in Cairo, Egypt. |
In Japan, I quietly walked up and down a Shinto mountain God barefoot, in thoughtful
meditation. In Egypt, I chanted with ecstasy and enthusiasm to Allah in a Sufi zikr. Last night I went to simbang gabi ("evening mass", which is Christmas
tradition among the Catholics here in the Philippines).
As I sang wholeheartedly the familiar “Kordero ng Diyos”, “Lamb
of God”, I wondered whether my fellow churchgoers would consider me an infidel
for being so very liberal in the ways I choose to worship the Divine. I know
that I don’t see myself as such. Rather, I feel that along with the world
opening up the way it has over the years--with the yoga practice and the travel
that has magically come with it--so has my view of that which is absolute and
complete.
Shinto moss shrine in Kyoto, Japan. |
In the New Year, I will be landing in India and there my
acts of devotion will transform into sun salutations, pujas, and mantras. I
will be bowing to a dynamic set of representations of the Divine, blue-faced
Gods, many-armed Goddesses, magical beasts. Moreover, I would like to be more
liberal, more open, I would like to make a practice of seeing the Divine in all
people, in all things. I’d like to love the people I find most difficult. I’d
like to look upon strangers as brothers and sisters. I’d like to treat the the land, the world we live in, the planet at large as sacred—because it really is.
One love, one God.