Saturday, 8 June 2013 When I was young I often pondered on the seeming chasm that lay between the concrete finite essence of our existence and the overwhelming vastness of infinity. Two worlds that never blend, like oil and water, the finite features of our world around us, beginning and end to everything we know, distances that can be travelled, destinations that can be reached. Yet the essence of our existence seemed to hold much more. Where did we come from and where do we go. We all die, after all, can we really be created out of nothing, and cease to exist so abruptly thereafter? And yet everything around us speaks of something larger. Infinity laces mathematics throughout its discoveries yet it struggles to define it in a meaningful way, or at least we struggle with the intuitive internalisation of it. And of course there is its counterpart, the tiny single point that is nothing at all. I was reading the first pages of a Tao book yesterday, I did not know what Tao was, a concept, a religion? As I began to read I was amazed to be reading a description of what I define as ‘the world’s life force’, that universal energy that flows through us all, nourishes us, and gives us life itself. At times, when looking at the night sky it seems dark, powerful and mysterious. At dawn it is magical –creation at arms reach, and in the crispy morning light it becomes subtle, giving way to the details of our unfolding day. But always it is all encompassing. As I kept reading a couple more pages I could feel my eyelids become heavy and fatigue start washing over me like low clouds that drift over mountains and fall down to the canyon -a waterfall of air. At that point I felt a need to surrender to sleep, surrender to that thick soupy energy that flows through us all, and become one with life’s energy force as I give up my conscious identity for yet another night. And there it was. Water and oil mixed and my two worlds were united. I could see it so clearly, see the energy force that we feel so subtly if at all throughout our daily busy lives emerge and reclaim my body and mind, allowing my soul to reconnect and become one with its source, its mother, -returning home.
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Andria
4/7/2018 11:49:01 pm
I love that notion of returning home to our mother xxxxoooo
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