WORDS LIKE LIGHT
Wednesday, September 8, 2021
Each day – each moment – I am lucky enough to participate in the eternal unfolding of the mystery called ‘reality’. It’s happening continually, this miraculous emergence of brand-new, moment-by-moment marvels, and I have an important part to play in this phenomenon. Whether I realize it or not – and I usually don’t – I enter into a vast, new creation each moment, a creation that involves all the oceans and mountains and stars and ants and fellow humans, a creation with more power than numberless nuclear weapons. Each moment today, I will have a hand in waves washing up on shores, in families falling into sorrow or happiness, in sunshine showing its goldenness across the earth. I may not notice my active participation in these wonders, lost as I usually am in daydreams about ‘me, me, me’, but nonetheless, it’s always happening – me and the whole universe intermingling to make endless miracles. I am no more separate from everything else than a drop of water is separate from its ocean, or an atom of oxygen from the boundless air. Each moment today, I will enter into a celebration with planets and people and trees and butterflies. I just hope I can wake up and enjoy it.
IN GIVING If you go to Giving, Oregon, you’ll see sharing everywhere. The air lets you have a hand in its good life by freely giving you breath for your body, and sunshine divides itself equally among everyone. Any wind generously lets all the trees participate in it equally, and peacefulness finds a way to divide itself up among flowers and vivid birds and even noisy streets and sorrowful folks. When you visit here, you will also see fun measured out uniformly among the young and the sick and the old. Even stores seem pleasantly amused as they share their goods in Giving.