How about those times when something totally unexpected arises? You think you have an idea of where your life is going and – whoosh – you’re left standing in front of the unknown. Does your mind, like mine, scurry to understand, to get things back on track – or do you observe, also like me, with amazement and wonder, watching to see how life will now manifest?

 

I wonder about the ego mind’s need to know, to live in the delusion that it can actually control events. I wonder about the depth of that insecurity and fear. Do you?

 

To that mind, the idea of going into that fear and insecurity makes no sense. Though I have ventured in there many, many times, I sit on this threshold feeling the tears and apprehension. Is the scent of despair the mind’s attempt to turn me away from what it sees as an abyss?

 

This place always fascinates me. I am surprised once again as the heart swells with love and interest in this new state of affairs – something much bigger than all of my history and belief envelops me as I take that first step into ??????

 

 

 

Here is an old poem that seems fitting –

 

The Same Old Story

 

The story’s the same

     The story’s the same

          The heart ever hungers

               while mind hunts the game

 

A heart once young as grass in the spring

  dries with the lessons a harsh world can bring

Childhood’s innocence ran through the fields

  and suffered the trauma that judgment yields

As I grew up and followed directions

  spontaneity died from other’s inspections

 

The story’s the same

     The story’s the same

          The heart ever hungers

               while mind hunts the game

 

Now that I’m molded like a lump of old clay

  my insides turn brittle as I bake day by day

My face is chiseled in a permanent frown

  once green pastures have faded to brown

The body’s a sieve full of old holes

  and life a collection of meaningless roles

 

The story’s the same

     The story’s the same

          The heart ever hungers

               while mind hunts the game

 

When life is a cup emptied by grief

  the heart is readied for famine relief

A single tear falls on parched desert ground

  prompted by childhood’s shocking rebound

Pain is a flood like rains in the spring

  swelling the heart as new life they bring

 

The story’s the same

     The story’s the same

          The heart never hungers

               while mining its claim.