A Spiritual Life
True spirituality isn’t found in rituals or forms—it’s lived in the frequency we carry. Discover how to awaken your deeper self, embrace struggle with meaning, and embody truth in every moment.
One thinks, "I am spiritual."
Because they sit in lotus pose and meditate.
Because they have seen beyond the veil of the material.
Because they understand what others don't.
But then—
Every day becomes the same repetition
The same loops, the same reactions
A spiritual life on the mat
But an automated life everywhere else.
Is that a life lived from spirit?
A spiritual life is not found in the form
But in the frequency you carry
When the form dissolves.
A spiritual life is about living on the frontier—
Where the solid meets the ungrounded.
Where you live with a clear mind
And a wild heart.
When your speech aligns with the truth
Not the truth you declared,
But the one that has found you.
It is a life where your silence has presence
And your presence has gravity.
A spiritual life is not about seeking
But about seeing.
You know the intangible, the invisible, the numinous, the eternal.
And a spiritual life begins with the courage
To honor that connection.
To awaken in the heat of becoming
Not a better you,
But a truer you.
Not with your thinking
But with your being and doing.
It is the courage to walk the path
Where no foundations are left
And still stand, wide and tall.
It is the courage to live with virtues
Not because they are rules
But because they are resonances
Of the eternal.
To strike the chord of that truth
And radiate from it, as you walk your path.
A spiritual life is not a life without struggle
But a life where struggle has meaning.
It is when you are free
To be fully immersed in your experience
Without losing yourself to it.
To allow yourself to become someone new
In every new experience.
Because everything
Every moment, every meeting, every silence
Is a numinous invitation
To a depth of experience
That ordinary conversation
Can barely hold.
David Ignatow wrote:
“I wish I understood the beauty
in leaves falling. To whom
are we beautiful
as we go
To whom are you beautiful as you go?
The world?
Your reflection?
Or something far more eternal
The witness within you
That has been watching
Since the beginning of your time?
