Faint clues have always lain through-out my life
as a constant whispering reminder
that 'things' are not as they seem to be.
Isn't this wonderful?
Like a background sound
which disappears from awareness
in the speed and haste
of busyness,
or, like the walls of a canyon which
eventually I blindly bump against,
these faint whispers prick at me--
at first, from deep in my dreams of denial,
until the sharpness of the point increases enough
to get my attention.
What a blessing that life would love me so!
How grateful I am learning to be
to the unnameable Godness
which has designed such a perfect universe
for this one to live within,
complete,
excluding nothing,
including all,
--- pains and sorrows,
joys and triumphs---
and finally,
at the last,
open access to simple endless silence.