There are so many ways to feel dissatisfied so many different needs to meet so many goals to keep striving for so many problems to try to fix so much of the past you wish you could change so many fears from the future.
No wonder you feel overwhelmed like a traveller carrying too many bags with too many paths to choose from who has to keep stopping to rest until he can’t go on, and collapses. How could you ever be happy? Life’s too demanding and complicated.
But then – an electric shock, an illness or accident death creeps behind and swipes you hard across your back awakening you from your torpor and suddenly the fog dissolves away And you can see the narrow ledge you’re walking - the one you’ve always been walking – between life and death.
And now it’s all so simple and makes perfect sense - life is temporary and fragile, precious beyond value and life contains nothing except this present moment this brilliant beautiful river of experience.
And suddenly those needs stop niggling you the guilt and fear stop gnawing the phantoms of the past can’t scare you anymore there’s nothing to worry about or to be afraid of
Everything obliterated but the glory of this moment the grandeur of the world itself
And you know that this is all there is that this is where fulfilment lies and everything else is only a shadowplay of the mind.
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.
That day I saw beneath dark clouds the passing light over the water and I heard the voice of the world speak out, I knew then, as I had before life is no passing memory of what has been nor the remaining pages in a great book waiting to be read.
It is the opening of eyes long closed. It is the vision of far off things seen for the silence they hold. It is the heart after years of secret conversing speaking out loud in the clear air.
It is Moses in the desert fallen to his knees before the lit bush. It is the man throwing away his shoes as if to enter heaven and finding himself astonished, opened at last, fallen in love with solid ground.