A Beautiful Madness
“This Aloneness is the sacred alter of your Soul.
The place where your Soul and the Great Mystery
are in ceaseless conversation.”
Here’s the madness of it all.
The madness of attempting to meet my own solitude and the immensity contained within it. It’s not something I can just “Enter In” with my youthful pride, or sense of “I know what I’m doing”. This Aloneness is the sacred alter of your Soul. The place where your Soul and the Great Mystery are in ceaseless conversation. Even bowing, yielding or incredible surrender; it’s not enough. It takes something more. More than anything I could imagine, more than any cleverness my mind could conjure up. It takes something less.
I’ve spent years, like an innocent child attempting to “Enter In”. I’m still exactly where I started, on the periphery of my own Soul, but now with less of me, or a worldly life. Like stars dancing at the edge of a black hole. The tension, the potency, the energy, the paradox of this place, where matter tries to bargain with the Mystery. Matter attempts to maintain its structure, its form and shape, while acquiring a freshness and possibility, the freedom of complete expressiveness that the Universal Womb is ripe with.
What else is left but to lean in and wholeheartedly engage, while giving up, all at once. What else is left but to let this conversation ensue.
It’s an ongoing sense that the Unknown, is swallowing the moment and all contained within it. Like you, your life become compost, and the soil that is being tilled back into the wanders that make up this life.
For what? You may ask. Where is this heading?
Trust me, these questions are like dams trying to hold back a raging river to the only place it knows to stream. Down, down, over, under, down, through and into.
If this ever finds you, if this ever finds completion, there won’t be much left to know, or understand, to have, to hold, or be. Simple like trees, clear like the sky, nobody, just this moment as pure as it has always been, glowing as fully as the sun.
