world I imagined,
world I knew,
gone.
familiar markers
moved, changed.
Unknown.
Absent.
container of faith
carefully curated
neatly shelved
broken open.
remembered content
leaking.
what remains?
Emptiness.
Possibility.
Love?
who will guide my feet?
what will mark the way?
to what shall I turn?
there is no re-turn
only forward, downward
markers gone
is this the path?
is there a path?
what container will I use?
is there a container at all?
mind of a beginner, seeking
Unknown and Known.
Absent and Ever-Present.
Empty and Overflowing.
Possible and Impracticable.
Everywhere and Nowhere.
Unsayable and Spoken.
O, the long and winding journey of this beautiful life! I began my years by constructing a careful container to hold faith. I even imagined the container of faith held God. How small my god then!
I will not judge those beginnings. We begin with blank pages. We imagine it is our work to fill the pages; perhaps it is. We begin small with straightforward, sensible meanings. At some point in the pilgrimage, what seemed to hold meaning no longer did. At least for me it did not; it does not.
Having repeatedly pieced together the world-meaning-puzzle in the past, couldn’t I just put it all back together again? Except as with Humpty-Dumpty, it is not that simple! There is no satisfactory way back nor clear way ahead.
On it goes and so on I go. This Unfolding Mystery teaches me a new way of seeing, and gives me an unexplored path. I begin again.
Now, I know the Divine differently; I know myself, the deepest Self, more. Perhaps to name this space where I have arrived is broken and broken open. Onward.
Infinitely Precious 