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.
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 relax and notice it, though. And, it seems to me, is that 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 No Big Deal and Nothing Special. There was no way that I could keep the post at a reasonable
length. (Some of my friends have already complained that these weekly musings can be too
damn long) So, I took a deep breath, scrolled up to the title window, and typed a
colon, then P-a-r-t O-n-e.
What was I thinking? When I hit publish, I knew my goose was cooked.
What was I thinking? When I hit publish, I knew my goose was cooked.
Looking back to that post, I can see that I wasn't satisfied with proclaiming that in my Heart of Hearts I believed that everyone and everything should be loved and appreciated, to then immediately 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 this is: God is No Big Deal.
That sounds a bit blasphemous, huh!? How could I leave it there? LOL