From a distance I stood and admired her. Her smile lit up
the room. Everyone adored her. They went on and on about what a great person
she was – thoughtful, considerate, extremely helpful, and compassionate. They
honored her for all that she had done for them. People were raving about how
wonderful she was. They spoke of the sacrifices she made for the betterment of
others.
From where I stood I felt so full of anticipation and
excitement about getting a closer look at this woman. The elders called her a
gift from God; the young called her an Angel. In my mind I could see her grand
wings perfectly draped on her back. I could see the diamonds sparkling in her
eyes. I could see sun shine in her smile. In my mind I painted a beautiful
picture of her – this gifted Angel sent by God whom everyone loved. But from
where I stood I could vaguely see her. The room was full of her admirers. Everyone
wanted to be near her, to be a part of all that she was. You see, she was
special; unlike any other. They say that she loved everyone, respected
everyone, and would give her last crumb to anyone with a need. Constantly she
gave of herself asking for nothing in return, and it seemed to make her happy. Few understood her but so many loved her.
All I wanted to do was to see her. I had hopes that the mere
sight of her would make a difference in my life. The room began to spin around
and around. Now there were just voices and faces…images. My desire stayed with
me. I longed to see her face. Suddenly, there she was right before my eyes. She
and I… face to face. To my dismay there were no wings, no diamonds in her eyes,
and the sun didn’t shine through her smile. She was…simple. She was…average.
She looked nothing like what I had imagined. When she spoke to me she said, “We
are the same. One mind, one body”. At first I didn’t understand. We couldn’t
possibly be the same. She was perfect. Everyone loved her and I was just…me! I
looked into her eyes, she smiled and said “awaken and see the truth about
yourself”. I looked closer, although a bit puzzled. Finally, I realized that
she was right. The woman that I longed to see… was me! I reached out my hand
and she reached out hers… we both touched the mirror that stood between us.
If I can dream that I
am great, I can manifest it in my waking life.
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