Have you searched the vastness
for something you have lost?
discerning our truth from what is false is only a choice so far as being awake and not being awake is ennobling…….this vulnerability we carry finds us held in the mystery, floating just above water, completely authentic in our heavy hearts…..
I only know there is a time to listen to the whole and a time to listen to the part, a time to listen for how things go together and a time to shut out everything so we can hear what lives beneath our masks. We listen differently if in a quiet wood or on a city street, if eager for daybreak or longing for sunset. We listen one way to what we’ve lost and another way to what we’ve found. I know what a roller coaster of feelings and thoughts the days can become and want to affirm that no one feeling or thought holds the future, though each tries to convince us that it does. Our soul- with its insistence on finding the still point from which it keeps rising- carries us through the seasons of our lives. This still point under all that keeps moving waits under every season we can imagine. It is the silent center that keeps us sane. The seasons of our lives have a common immovable ground, around which the weather of our lives unfolds. Each passing year, we are asked to return to the ground of our spirit in order to go on…….Mark Nepo
Dawn. A salmon fog floats through the city, carried on the breath of the river. The sun waits beyond the Nydegg Bridge, throws its long, reddened spikes along Kramgasse to the giant clock that measures time, illuminates the underside of balconies. Sounds of morning drift through the streets like the smell of bread. A child wakes and cries for her mother. An awning creaks quietly as the milliner arrives at his shop on Marktgasse. An engine whines on the river. Two women talk softly beneath an arcade. This is a world of changed plans, of sudden opportunities, of unexpected visions. For in this world, time flows not evenly but fitfully, and as consequence, people receive fitful glimpses of the future. For those who have not had their vision, this is a world of inactive suspense. Such people sleep most of the day and wait for their vision to come. Thus, in this world of brief scenes from the future, few risks are taken. Those who have seen the future do not need to take risks, and those who have not yet seen the future wait for their vision without taking risks. Who would fare better in this world of fitful time? Those who have seen the future and live only one life? Or those who have not seen the future and wait to live life? Or those who deny the future and live two lives?……Alan Lightman