We do have a deadening desire to reduce the mystery, the uncertainty of our lives….We bind our lives in solid chains of forced connections that block and fixate us.….Our sense of uncertainty and our need for security nail our world down.…. Each time we go out, the world is open and free; it offers itself so graciously to our hearts, to create something new and wholesome from it each day. It is a travesty of possibility and freedom to think we have no choice, that things are the way they are and that the one street, the one right way is all that is allotted to us. Certainty is a subtle destroyer….John O’Donohue
easing up on finding the answers is a beautiful journey with its own ecstasy of healing…our sorrows need room to mesh with the divine mystery of what is….this sacred space can hold all the floating clouds of entanglement….this is remembering who we really are….
I lost my way, I forgot to call on your name. The raw heart beat against the world, and the tears were for my lost victory. But you are here. You have always been here. The world is all forgetting, and the heart is a rage of directions, but your name unifies the heart, and the world is lifted into its place. Blessed is the one who waits in the traveller’s heart for his turning……Leonard Cohen
In the brightness of autumn evenings
there is a touching, mysterious charm:
an ominous glitter, motley trees,
a light, languorous rustle of scarlet leaves,
a hazy, quiet blueness
across the sadly orphaned world
and, presaging gathering storms,
at times a gusty snap of wind.
Loss. Exhaustion. And on it all
there is that gentle smile of fading
which, in a thinking creature, we should call
the divine shame of suffering.