You are not ON the blindly unfolding path, you ARE the path. You are as you are as you wander, no matter where you wander. It is your most divine countenance along the way that creates the barely utterable mystical awareness of where you are going – and from whence you came from. You came through no door, you are the door…and the door before you opens to the intent you hold as you reach for the handle. All doors open inward to the one unique secret only you hold in your heart. Ascension “to someplace” is inevitable, but what is more important is that ascension has been the lingering condition of man since creation. The route may be stalled, circuitous at times, or even seem like its descending…but even down goes up.
“…This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of it’s furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent as a guide from beyond…”
(Rumi)
What a nuisance to be always looking for something that is a part of ourselves. Imagine never finding the glasses on top of your head.
Thanks for this thought!
or the horse upon which you ride.