Wonder, the way I came in.

Images and symbols and chaos.

My heart was beating and more than I knew.

I was longing for home.

I felt it in the night sky and in the long cool grass I laid in at midnight.

I felt comfort in the sound of the owls.

I didn’t yet know I could trust my feelings, because no one else did.

Maybe we are like mirrors.

When we’re young we need someone to validate what it shows.

The world is a big place.

It’s bigger than we know.

When we’re young, we really know this because we’re not thinking about it.

We are just experiencing it.

Raw.

Precious.

People make names to try to give meaning and sometimes just to cope.

“This is this and that is that”.

Longing.

Longing for something we don’t know how to describe.

It looks like life.

It looks like Nature.

It looks like tears and heartbreaks and art of all kinds.

“Seek and you shall know.”

“Knock and you shall find.”

This principle is active.

Are you?

To not be entranced in the game is to accept ridicule.

We are ridiculed no matter what.

We might as well enjoy ourselves.

Orthodoxy tells us we are some kind of crime.

Call me criminal.

Some with eyes to see may call me other names.

They are still names.

Names never are The Thing.

I had to learn how to stop trying to be something.

I learned by realizing a lot of “something’s”.

A lot of something’s come from one thing.

Nothing cannot be so something can.

Both can be realized.

The spiritual heart is the long great quest.

Many never find the center.

The prize.

The prize is another beginning.

We don’t know why or what we seek.

This active principle at play called “our life”.

Waking up.

We are waking up.