The physical universe has its own natural dignity in the general order of existence. That dignity deserves its own respect.
Reality is apparent through its magnificent spectrum of wavelengths.
Where reality ends and something else begins, possibly connected with quantum reality, or to do with the threshold of an important and blindingly beautiful stasis, is also a boundary which we humans are privileged to inhabit.
Nothing is black and white. Light, like love, is infinitely graduated.
Everything is just how it is.
I come back again and again to realising that the Way of Being of whatever we attend to is entire and sufficient to itself. It is enough. It is always and perpetually enough.
It is an expression of the way the universe loves its own. This is a love that holds and contains those gigantic energies science has been showing us.
Intense love quenches every last residue of fear. The potent awareness of such love is self sustaining. It feels like perpetual motion, eternally safe !
There is a final resting place for the restless mind.
That place is a place of safety unconstrained by and unconcerned by time. It is a not-there which is available, instantly whenever we as individuals need it.
Things. Things are falling into place. This journey. The ground.
The ground as I walk on it is materialising under my every footfall. It’s as if reality is coming to meet my feet.
First, there is frustration and irritation, those old timeworn habits.
As I walk or cycle out of the house, there they are – people! They drive too fast. They block my space, judge me, ignore me.
Now, without prompting, I understand how pointless and empty of meaning is my own irritation. So I observe my emotion, I watch it arrive towards me, and it actually walks ghost-like right through me and vanishes!
The feeling that remains is relief and levity!
Second, and just as unsettling, are the trees.
I have read that it is a simple, effective and loving discipline to observe trees as living and growing, moulded by time and the weather. I observe them just existing as trees in conformity to their own beautiful nature. Trees aren’t judgemental, nor do they invite judgement.
I have read that it is amazingly simple to transfer this wholesome way of seeing trees in their endless variety to the appreciation of other people.
When I observe people as possessors each of their own original innocence and dignity in the manner of trees, it is my whole relationship with the treeness of trees which receives an entirely unexpected boost!
What is taking place is a falling away of the veils that usually obscure the essential nature of everything.
With difficulty, I have to try to tear myself away from a huge Plane Tree standing in full leaf, in sunlight, unmoved by any breeze.
I see the delicate green flags as naked messengers of the tree’s reasons for occupying its space in its time.
The only thing it is not doing that I am doing is moving away now
The physical universe has its own natural dignity in the general order of existence. That dignity deserves its own respect.
Reality is apparent through the detection of its magnificent spectrum of wavelengths.
Where reality ends and something else begins, possibly connected with quantum reality, or to do with the threshold of an important and blindingly beautiful stasis, is also a boundary which we are privileged to inhabit.
Nothing is black and white. Light is infinitely graduated.
So too Love.
Everything is just how it is. I come back again and again to realising that the Way of Being of whatever we attend to is entire and sufficient to itself. It is enough.
Everything is always perpetually and without exception enough.
This appreciation of Sufficiency is an expression of the way the universe loves its own witnessers. This is a love that holds and contains those gigantic primal energies science has been showing to us.
This is also the love which living organisms draw upon to go freely about their business of survival and reproduction.
The universe pours its love into all living entities, animate, inanimate, with sentience or not. It is a love which is an unending flow mirrored between the witnessers and the witnessed in equal and opposite union.
I think of this pervasive love as being like cycles of cause and effect on all possible dimensional scales and at every energy level.
There is a quality to this flow of love which is both innate and radiantly distributive, or outgoing. If this love can sense itself, it is the embodiment of a tranquility with no end.
Here is my picture of this tranquility. From those distant times in every galaxy when rocky objects began to orbit parent stars, their solid surfaces remain in a millennial continuum.
Throughout the universe there are rocky surfaces, unknown and unknowable, unconsidered and untouched by human artifact.
These rocks have no eyes to see, but their nobility is not blind.
This nobility has always existed as a starkly naked imperturbable virginity. It sings an unsung song of purest silence. As yet, not one tear has fallen on these hard places. This is the silence of an eternal home, whose roof and walls are set all about with stars that burn and shine.
The potent awareness of intense love is self sustaining. It enters my heart like perpetual motion, eternally safe! Intense love quenches every last residue of fear.
I sometimes like to call it EveryNow.
There is a final resting place for the restless mind. That place is a place of no-location. It is where safety is unconstrained by and unconcerned by time. It is a flowing source of giving. It is a not-there which is available instantly, whenever we as individuals need it.
Though we clearly feel it as being unboundaried, without limit, when our awareness is directed towards it, its quality of unconditional giving is always specific to our own heart at any given moment. Here we glimpse the uninterrupted, incorruptible unity in which everything, time, matter and energy, has its belonging.
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