Tag: mystery

The need to find the unanswerable

The bit about mystery which is accessible to me is awe. Awe is a natural impulse engendered by contact with mystery.

I suggest that awe is the effect that can arrive when we are intensely aware of the great mystery that is our body, mind, heart and existence.

No question; Answer is before

Complex gatherings, such as Colourfest, [www.colourfest.co.uk] for example, work together in magic ways which promote shared feelings of awe. It feels woefully inadequate to sleep, get up, wash, eat, greet, go to work and then do it all in reverse.

I need to find the unanswerable all the time and everywhere. Only attention on the mysteries of my existence holds the key to happiness because these are without boundaries, without restrictions, and most definitely without end. There are no square-cut answers – only mysteries!

Feelings of awe come in the presence of something vast that transcends our understanding of the world.

The are no endings, only beginnings without end

Awe is the ultimate “collective” emotion. It motivates people to do things that enhance the greater good. Through many activities that inspire awe — collective rituals, celebration, music and dance, religious gatherings and worship — awe can help shift focus from our narrow self-interest to the interests of the group to which we belong.

[ SEE https://www.nytimes.com/2015/05/24/opinion/sunday/why-do-we-experience-awe.html ]

The recreation of the Maze of creation

🎭The recreation of the Maze of creation🔮

I get it. Some of our remotest distant ancestors set much store by the creation and maintenance of these turf and stone and rock carved mazes.

They also venerated their uncomplicated maze motifs in their decorative jewellery, metalwork. I speculate how they danced their Maze dances by firelight and feasting. 

We see landscapes where the wind-blown engravings of their Maze representations question our eyes today, thousands of years after they were graven onto vertical faces of stone.

It seems perfect to me that the depictions we are shown are devoid of people walking or standing inside the boundaries they figuratively present.

Only visualise the boundaries as representations of our journey.

Beginning. End. Mystery.

The viewer sees the journey. The Journey invites the viewer.

Life is the universal invitation to take the simplest line between two footsteps and repeat until the sun has set for the last time.

There is no question; the answers throng the lifelines.

No more mysterious and no more obvious challenge exists than to step out onto the lines of our lives, foot by foot, word by word.

When our hearts do this, we find peace through the acceptance of all eventualities, and our blood flows us on the way of the Maze.

The face of the carved Maze is weathered by so many cycles of the sun and moon. It is not raised high for eyes to see from all horizons, like the pyramids.

The Maze is a factual organic, circular statement. It reads, “That which is to be begun, will end to begin again endlessly.” 

No monument shows with such understated elegance and enduring  eloquence the peace and the humble privilege that is in the living of life. 

I read the Maze as an open invitation to infinity. Within the limits of vision of my own boundaries, I return to my little mantra:

“Love is present EveryNow”