It is all happening|the everything of life

Photo: My Modernmet

I stopped searching that I might find you. I saw pursuit getting in the way of the encounter the way thought gets in the way of feeling.

Open.

What of receptivity sends handwritten letters delivered by the hands of someone trying to feed his family?

Connected.

All things have been connected from the beginning, and even when the end touches vast space, and time crashes against infinity, will all things remain in the openness of the journey. Nothing shatters the soul; we can only be affected, moved to a place of transparency. Is that what they mean by being broken?

Transparent.

There’s something about hurt that causes us to bleed. There’s something about the blood that causes another to care for us.

Compassion.

We must be vulnerable, lest we seem arrogant in our strength, one-dimensional even in times of 3-D. Who tells the story like the storyteller? Who makes clear the road like rain?

Inquiry.

It is all happening–the everything of life–and it sits in the quiet waiting to be seen.