Today I sit and stare
At nothing
On the screen in front of me is a
New document
The empty whiteness screaming at me
Brash and demanding!
Write something, anything
Outside my window, all is empty blackness
The dark of stormy mornings
Where darkness rules
I have nothing profound to say
No thoughts that are new
I have been on this journey will call life for a long
time
It has been a journey populated by people
Good and bad
It has been a journey of twists and turns
Successes and failures
I have been praised and vilified
I have been lost and found
Or rather I have lost and found myself
I have sought to understand the really real
What some call God
Or El
Or Sacred
I have read, studied, and reflected
I have earned two Master's degrees and a Doctorate
I have immersed myself in philosophy, theology, and
psychology
And yet as I sit here this morning
Staring at nothing
This truth emerges
That whatever else the really real is
It is a mystery
I cannot claim to be a good mystic
I love certitude far too much for that.
But I have come to understand that what is real
What is love
What is life
What is all
Cannot be contained in books
Especially not one book
There are no hard edges
The really real is beyond us
It is that which cannot be defined
And yet
What is really real can be encountered
Experienced
Even to some degree lived
It is best found not in creeds
Or systematic theologies
Our attempts to capture the wind
It is best found in the simple things
In the wind in the trees
In the smile of a child
In the beauty of a doe with her fawns
In the freshness of the rain
And it is best explained
Simply
Love is
We are loved by Love
We carry Love in us
The more room we give for Love within us
The more Love fills us
The more we are filled with Love, the more we can love
ourselves in a healthy way
And the more love fills us the less room there is for
that which is not love
The more we are filled with Love, the more we can love those
around us
And the more the world is filled with Love, the more it
is how it was meant to be.
(replace the word Love with God, it still works! We can “God” each other. Sadly we can replace the word Love with Hate
as well, and it still works - try it)
Simple
Mysterious
Mystical
Something we can understand
And yet never fully understand
There are no new truths
Only simple truths that make us
new
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