There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen, people get hurt
or die, and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’ unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
these illusions of separateness hound us…..our jagged edges are elusive until we get snagged on them…..we must remember that new buds lie within us….the connection to strangers nestles in these buds….we all begin and grow…..
When we talk about a thread that goes among things that change, though it doesn’t change, we are returning to a notion of integrity whereby we keep meeting the outer world with our inner world. And, it is often difficult to keep this powerful aspect of truth in view. Still, waiting underneath all our hopes and sufferings, there is this thread of truth that lives in the ground of reality. It is known as ‘Things As They Are.’ Clearly, we are talking about a bedrock sense of is-ness that holds the spectrum of human experience- at once true to each situation and true to the larger truth that holds them all. It is this common, indestructible is-ness that is our home, regardless of the crises we land in or the losses we suffer. It is why hearing each other’s stories, no matter how different, can lead us to a mysterious strength that lines the underside of all story. There is a mystical strength in the totality of our human experience. And holding on to this knowing is, in itself, a guide through the chaos. As William Stafford so wisely puts it, ‘while you hold on to the thread, you can’t get lost. But being human, we do get lost. So what is the nature of things as they are, and how do we return to it when we’ve lost our power?…..Mark Nepo
Life is so full of meaning and purpose, so full of beauty beneath its covering that you will find earth but cloaks your heaven. Courage, then, to claim it, that is all. But courage we have, and the knowledge that we are all pilgrims together, wending through this unknown country, home……Fra Giovanni Giocondo