The land surrounds me, there is nothing but the dirt under my feet,
the sky overhead
and my bare body.
Alone.
I imagine what that would be like?
Back in the beginning whenever that was, back when sparks flew and light spoke in the darkness. Far behind the present life yet still living within us, it was then, now and tomorrow. Weren't we all the same in that moment of deep reality in a nanosecond?
I wonder at the magnitude, the enormous meaning of having it all and having nothing.
The beginning of life.
This seriousness, this sensitivity, this unexplainable wonder stands in front of me. Not that I am standing alone on barren land with nothing to hold on to because my arms are full.
Life is beautiful, unending, beyond scope, unfair and
more connected to goodness than not.
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