I sometimes feel like I’m in a befuddling maze, which is why, perhaps, I often feel a-mazed by everything around me – including this wonderful trail in the Peace Sanctuary, where we did our morning walk today.
Like many of us, I enjoy pretending that my life is laid out in well-marked trails (like this one), and that I know exactly where I’m going and how to get there, but the truth is that I’ve been in an almost daily maze since November of 1941. Honestly, I still have little or no idea who I am or why things happen or where I should be going, and it is in this sense that I feel almost constantly amazed, as though I’ve been endlessly wandering in a maze for 72 years. Perhaps, though, I should say ‘labyrinth’ instead of maze, for in a labyrinth there is no worry of being lost, since all paths in due course lead to the center and back out. A labyrinth is a light-hearted place to be, since all choices are somehow the right ones, and seeming mistakes end up showing you the way. I guess life, for me, has been like a puzzling but relaxing and inspiring labyrinth. It’s like a mystery made for my pleasure and instruction, a place where patience and attentiveness can turn mistakes into miracles.
IF WE LOOK CAREFULLY If we look carefully, we'll see there's a fresh path to travel each day, and something that amazes us wherever we are, and time enough to feel the flow of life. There are always inner mountains to ascend, with surprising views, and brand new, out-of-the-blue friends to widen the roads we have to travel. We'll notice improvements in the universe -- a bird's wings that seem startling, water that works smoothly with our hands to wash them, clouds that sway as they drift on their untroubled trips -- if we look carefully.