Suddenly un-guessed vistas open
There is no separation in the moonlight’s love affair with the pine.
Headlights break the edge of hill and a thousand times a thousand rays of brilliance explode the panorama of darkness. Green trees, a red brick edge, the line of a telegraph pole emerge as emptiness’ form and love fills mind with mystery. Walking in the hot summer night, 2 AM, there is a sense of pregnant stillness and immense power filling world
The patterns of leaves shift in the breeze and on the horizon the blue- black clouds churn and roil, an occasional flash of lightening breaking the dark. Soon the summer thunderstorm will arrive with its fury and winds like God’s own gardener pruning the weak and dead branches of the woods. Sometimes this destructive force is needed. Sometimes compassion must wear the mask of wrath to clear the old and stagnant and, in the decomposition of fallen branches, new soil, new life, will be born.
Furious winds blow against the narrow confines of confusion breaking the rigid structure of ego’s lock and key mentality. Suddenly un-guessed vistas open. A moment’s love gathers compassion’s cloudbank releasing summer’s rainfall. Life, like droplets of light, fall from nowhere into everywhere. Who will set aside the politics and bartering of ego’s every whim, preference and opinion and stand in the strong wind and rain. There is discomfort in the storm and also renewal. One must be willing to bear the discomforts of the work to come to a rebirth, a transformation in consciousness.
There is a secret in the body, pathways of light and joy encased in the rigid encrustations of a thousand million years of habit. It will take a strong blow to crack the prison walls and allow sunlight to enter the dark cave of isolation. The first large drops of hot rain have begun to fall. Suddenly the sky is illuminated by brilliance and thunder cracks open the world.
The ink of appearances writes the story of awakening on the pages of existence. Life, nature, all experience is living symbol, an open book on ‘the way’. Learning to read this book is the import of the work. The wind is gusting and the air is filled with the fresh scent of new growth.