"I saw him in such a form as I was able to take in."
--Peter commenting on the Transfiguration, Acts of Peter
Peter's comment is an exquisite statement of our situation.
We are like pencil points in varying degrees of sharpness
on the page of life, pencil points pressed firmly to the page
of everyday, writing out our lives with little awareness of
the entire pencil that we are, much less who or what is
holding the pencil.
We scribble, get dull, stop and sharpen ourselves
with various activities and concoctions,
awareness staying focused on minutiae,
perhaps lifting our heads, our eyes for brief moments
to stare at far horizons, to contemplate something larger,
more vast than our scribble on the page.
We live in the prosaic,
uncomprehending of the poetry of it all.
We cling firmly to our lode limit.
And then Bingo!
We fall in love with a person, with an idea, with a quest,
with the simple fascination of being alive.
Capaciousness, Exuberance, Enthusiasm, Energy!
Boundless.
Circle with no circumference
whose center is everywhere.
We hum, we sing, we dance.
Life holds no mystery.
Hearts wide open!
"I saw him in such a form as I was able to take in."
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George, you have a nice point. You must be sharp a lot of the time. A discerning eye; a quick wit; opening to the majestry of the Universe and yet acknowledging the flux and the limitations of this form; the pencil indeed gets dull and eventually turns into a stub; far too short to function any longer; its a good thing this whole is not entirely dependent on the parts; yet is indeed the sum and greater than the parts. Thanks brother
ReplyDeleteHearts wide open! The very mention of such a state leaves me in awe! Could it be I'm falling in Love? :)
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