Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”
and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”
-- Rumi
There's a first time for everything. Looking closely, I suppose there is a last time for everything as well. Each unique moment arises and passes away within the flow of eternity quite distinctly, so quickly that we can't actually grasp it at all no matter how hard we try.
With any luck at all, we can notice it, though. And, it seems to me, is where the Real Magic exists.
This is the first time since I took on the task of scribing a weekly blog piece that I actually set myself up to continue writing about a "theme". Usually I finish a piece and let it go. Then when the next Thursday morning rolls around, I pull out the laptop and start fresh. Sometimes I might have a theme in mind, or I've latched onto a title as a starting point before I begin. Often, I just sit facing a blank screen -- and wait.
This week it's different. I came to a point last week where I realized there was much more to say about the notion that there is really Nothing Special. There was no way that I could keep the post at a reasonable length. (Some of my friends have already complained that they are too damn long) At that point, I scrolled up to the title window and typed a colon and P-a-r-t O-n-e. When I hit publish, I knew my goose was cooked.
What the hell I was thinking?
Looking back to that post, I saw that I wasn't satisfied with having proclaimed that in my Heart of Hearts I believed that everyone and everything should be loved and appreciated --and then immediately went on to say that this was No Big Deal. It seemed that had come awfully close to proclaiming that the manifestation of Unconditional Love was nothing special. Another way of saying that could be that God is No Big Deal. That sounds a bit blasphemous, huh.
And yet, as I Sit here this morning with the sun playing hide and seek with the clouds in a milky sky,
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