Stillness and silence open to luminous awareness. That is why we cultivate both with a generosity of heart and lightness of spirit. In this place, in this time, we are invited to taste the supple fruit. A garden opens in the stillness of our soul. A penetrating wisdom invites silence to imbue us with its primal grace.
God, light, the essence of the Divine, is a neverending primordial wonder that we taste and consume in the depths of our being. No wonder the world is confused, seeking ever outside itself for a small hint of certainty, something to make one secure and free.
There is no certainty, no guarentee of security. The meditator finds comfort and peace despite these challenges, in the face of daunting odds even.
Knowing nothing is certain, a deep breath of resilience nonetheless comforts us in the openended mystery of all that’s known and not known. That somehow is enough. At last, we are not resisting the flow, but diving in head first, alert and alive.