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\nSearching<\/font><\/p>\n
\nfollowing the Mystery for years. Every
\nnow and again I catch a glimpse of it in unexpected places: the patterns of
\nroots spreading through the ground, the swirl of milk in a cup of coffee. Of course I discern the Mystery in the places
\none would figure it resides: your eyes, for example, reflect luminous aspects
\nof the Mystery; the faces of the flowers nodding as you pass, reveal the
\nreverence the Mystery feels for all things; and the voices of children singing
\nrings out the Mystery clearer perhaps than anything else\u2014for me, that is.
\nbeen however, exquisitely surprising and terrible moments when the Mystery sneaks
\nup on me when I least expect it and blankets me with wonder. Exquisite because the warmth of being held in
\nthe Mystery is like being surrounded by the softest glow of the kindest hands;
\nterrible because the light it brings exposes my frailties and my hypocrisies
\nand I am forced to rethink, relive, and once again, allow myself to be reborn,
\nwhich is rarely easy.
\nalso swathes me in darkness. When I am
\nopen, the Mystery descends (or rises, depending on where it is traveling from)
\nand surrounds me like a moon-lit night, where the darkness is deep, yet tinged silver
\nwith the light of the moon and the encouraging faces of the stars. It is then, when I am able to sink into the
\nmystery and let it enfold me. And I
\nneedn\u2019t worry about the opinions of others.
\nI can just be myself.
\nsay this vision stems from a mother-hunger, a yearning to return to the womb,
\nand I wouldn\u2019t argue. The Mystery is the
\nDivine Mother\u2014Mother Nature, Mother Moon, Mother of God, Mother Lakshmi, Mother
\nOcean, Mother of All Flowers and Wings.
\nAnd so the Mystery seeks to enshroud me with soul-nourishing darkness,
\nnot to smother or possess me, but to set me free\u2014to allow me to be born into the
\nfreedom that the owl enjoys, that the manta ray enjoys,
\nthat the tiger enjoys, that the frog enjoys\u2014the
\nMystery wants me drenched with bliss, like morning grass kissed with dew. It wants me cleansed of all fear and rage and
\nprejudices. It wants me free to explore
\nthe dark waters that it pours unceasingly and graciously into my being\u2014for many
\ngifts and provisions are gathered in the folds of these night waters.
\nMystery is the Father of Light. It
\nradiates the dawn when I am most lost and unsure of myself. It ignites fires in my mind and heart and
\nstories flood across the page. The
\nFather-hunger that rumbles through my insides is also filled by the Mystery. For the Mystery is Father Sky, Father Sun,
\nFather God, Father Mountain, Father Buffalo, and Father Whale.
\nMystery is the Holy Child roaming through the fields of my soul hiding
\ntreasures for me to discover, healing each bud and leaf with the touch of His
\nhand. The best is when I let Him find
\nme; let Him sidle up beside me unannounced and slip His hand in mine; let Him
\nappear in my dreams, like an angel and tell me secrets; let His faith burrow
\ninto my doubts and upturn them like soil needing to be tilled; let His singing
\nthread through my fears like golden light.
\nHe loves to visit mostly when I am creating (playing) writing, chanting,
\nor playing with children. Sometimes He
\nappears while I\u2019m sweeping the floor or driving the kids to one thing or another
\nand suddenly the road floods with gratitude because He has seen a marvelous
\nsunset through my eyes.
\ngives me joy\u2014this adventure of spirit and of bones, fossils and of flowers. It awakens things within me; a yearning to be
\nborn, to blossom, to be ignited, and to shine.
\nMystery comes, let us walk from our places of worship or rise from reading our
\nholy books, and walk gently, for we hold within the cup of our hands the
\ntiniest flame, the littlest mustard seed\u2026and it is ours, and it is real. Share it with the awesome responsibility of
\nbeing truly loving, truly kind, and truly compassionate. Let us turn to our neighbor and offer the fruits
\nof the Mystery that we have gathered, the ones given to us, the ones we\u2019ve
\ndiscovered after years of searching. Let
\nus offer them with patience, the patience of the night, the patience of the
\nhorizon, the patience of the lighthouse.
\nAnd since our eyes are mirrors, when we share our gifts, let us look for
\nourselves in the eyes of the other, look for how we would like to be treated\u2014look
\nfor the dignity and the gentleness; the unyielding, fierce wisdom; truly see
\neach other, see each other\u2019s suffering and pain, see each other\u2019s little (and
\ngrand) victories, so when we offer our cup of revelations, it may be welcomed and
\nnurturing, sweet, and refreshing. Let
\nthe Mystery speak through us so that all beings may live freely and securely,
\nnestled in the endlessly spreading wings of the Divine.<\/p>\n