Out there
in the beautiful unknown, out where life’s mysteries are created and
apportioned, out in the wonder of our deeper existence surely lies a welcome
for each of us.
I want to
be connected to that. I want to be open to all of the gifts that wait for me,
and you, and all of us in those sacred places of the extraordinary presence of
something inexplicable and good.
For
instance, comfort, in the midst of life’s muddle. Across every path we travel today,
the blinding traffic of cars, the early morning neighbor rolling out the trash
bins, the coworkers at our workplace, the weary homeless man pushing across the
intersection a grocery cart of used debris--there and elsewhere--passes someone
just entering or leaving a devastating experience. Heartbreak knows no
boundaries. The wounding of the soul comes not with some predetermined
assignment or punishment for the few; it comes to all of us, deserving or not.
But into
the tumult there often appear the mystical open arms of care. It might be
nothing more than autumn’s falling leaves that folds you into their color and
release. It might be the face of a child with eyes of love looking trustingly,
affectionately straight into your eyes and heart. It might be a song you suddenly
hear walking into your pain and saying, “Here’s a little healing for all of the
hurts.”
Isn’t it
amazing how seemingly out of nowhere comfort can arrive?
Insight.
That, too, exists out there in the beautiful unknown. What am I learning from
life? Or from myself? Or from you? I can never know all the answers. But that
should not keep me from asking my questions. Did we just come here to die? Is
our earthly journey only about acquiring, about buying and selling, about
getting shiny new objects and expensive toys and useless playthings? Is life
truly the survival of the fittest? Are the gentle to be ignored and dismissed while
the vulgar are recognized and rewarded? Does my urge to be kind mean anything
in a world where force rules?
I want to
learn about this. I want to know more. I am hungry for awareness and
comprehension. I do not want to be afraid of my intuition or of the quick
unerring call of the gut where all the deep-seated truth waits to guide me.
Insight is
everywhere. Billboards have taught me things. And books. And people. And more. The
flight of birds. The play of children. The waning life I observe in the old.
The gift
of evolving. Of learning. Of personal change and growth. Of knowing something
we had not previously known. Of being more than we previously were. What a
remarkable thing this is.
Finally,
there is love, waiting for us in the beautiful unknown.
When we
are feeling beastly, uncaring, selfish, full of it, enraged, bigoted, violent,
and otherwise inhuman, we are feeling unloved. I am convinced as well that the
most brutal among us, those whose lives have turned to poison, whose humanity
has been twisted into something fiendish and unnatural, whose souls for reasons
not always known or understood have leaked out all of their light, are those who
feel no love.
Love is a
fundamental element of our human makeup. We cannot survive without it in some
form or expression. And the truth is, it’s out there for all of us to know and
be affirmed by.
And perhaps
it is to our shame that those of us as loved and loving people do not share
more freely with others this beautiful human endowment.
But if you
are feeling unloved today, I reach out to you and wish you love. I want you to
feel it—raw and wild, warm and caressing, passionate and uncontrollable, tender
and forgiving, fun and pleasurable, deeply and soulfully. Open yourself to its
presence near you and grab hold of it and embrace it and let it stun you and
crush you and rebuild you and fortify you.
Out there
in the beautiful unknown are experiences that welcome us and if we let them
will take us into something more complete.
© 2013
Timothy Moody
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