I in the Universe (There’s No War in World)

Tammy T. Stone

Tammy T. Stone

I in the Universe


I am a microcosm of the universe.

My palm, tongue (my latest obsession), ear, is a microcosm of me.

Who am I and what is the universe? Trained, I can see illness, health and all the happinesses with a quick scan of a body part, because everything large is contained in everything small, once you start looking.

Look closely, examine the little details for a grand portrait. And the other way around? I know I am contained in the universe, but where can I see it, see me? I can only look within; as of yet, I don’t know how to see my imprint in the stars.

I just have to believe it’s there because I know that I am here.

I feel this. Things move through me that leave me wondrous and sometimes so confused. Lately it’s somewhere in the middle. I am in between things. Maybe a shift is taking place. The things that used to confuse me have either disappeared or else I’ve become adept at living around these confusions. Not because they don’t matter, but for the simple fact that they don’t cling to me anymore, leaving me free to live in a world without their strong presence.

At the same time, some of the great passions are gone too. I’m not sure what I need to create, or to talk to people about. When I used to feel this way, depression was near, like a shadow. Now, there’s more of a feeling of peace.

Still, uneasiness lingers. I believe that to live a long, full life, passion is necessary. Purpose is necessary. Maybe that’s what these travels have been about: looking past my familiar archive of me-ness, and up to the stars.

Up there I can be a part of something other than myself. I can look up and my gaze can be reflected anywhere, and if I don’t think too much, I can find the reflection of that gaze and follow it to where I need to be.

Everyday, I can hear my heart sing a little more. I can listen to music and feel parts of my body vibrating. It makes me want to tell my mind that while I have depended on it so much, I need to let it go. It has convinced me that there is illness where there is health.

It has allowed me to indulge in sadness when joy is the obvious state of things. It tells me again and again what I should not be doing when all there is to do in this world is to be free. I almost understand this.

I almost accept that the rain and the sun come at surprising moments here on the island, in beautiful southern Thailand, and that whichever one comes is perfect. Then, when I look at my tongue or my palm, and see lines and cracks and marks, I can also see the pureness in canvas on which they lie.


3 thoughts on “I in the Universe (There’s No War in World)

  1. The part that starts “It makes me want to tell my mind …” is beautiful. When one lets one’s mind go, one can enter more easily into the “now”, because an untrained mind, like mine, is always focused on past hurts and future desires. And the illness/health part is interesting, too, because sadness is again often focused on past events. I think the present is well captured in the sunshine/rain couplet, for who is to judge one better than the other? Let us be open, as a flower is, to whichever comes. And let us celebrate life in all its pain and joy just by accepting what comes to us, offering itself like the aroma of nectar to the bee blown upon the breeze. And the breeze is made up of peace, kindness and love.


  2. yes, i’ve often thought about how sadness ‘exists in the past’, in a way. it’s only in thinking about or remembering past events that sadness can arise. what’s to be sad about in the unfettered now? our mind can certainly trap us in this way … the meditative path to acceptance and pure now-ness is crucial … thank you for your comments!


  3. This is really interesting as my approach to sadness has always been a form of acceptance, of living through the sad feelings as a natural part of life until they eventually fade away through ‘processing’ or the simple passage of time, or both. This has been my preference over shutting out sadness, refusing to feel it or acknowledge it (‘compartmentalizing’).

    Perhaps yours is a third way. We acknowledge the state of sadness but don’t obsess over its cause. We wait until in the fullness of time all that we need to know is revealed, evident. In the meantime, we set the feeling aside in assurance all will be well when the time is right, and live in the present moment.

    I am going to do this.


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