Have you ever laid in the dew damp grass of morning and watched the petals of a daisy unfold, purest white, lifting its heart to the sun? Or seen a newborn creature take its first breath, opening its eyes on a new world? That was the gift I felt I was being given as a young man and I sat on a doorstep in the sunshine, talking of those questions that lie hidden in each of us. It would have been impossible to say who was the teacher and who the student as the sunlight poured down, honey gold and warm on one of those moments outside time where all that matters is opening the heart.
Like the walrus and the carpenter, we spoke of many things, not sealing wax and cabbages, but equally disparate, yet somehow all with a similar theme. As if we were piecing together a puzzle. We spoke of jigsaws with pieces missing where even though there is a gap in the design you can still discern what should be there, though it remains unseen and though your vision may not be exact, the design gives you clues to what remains invisible and that may be enough for the mind to complete the unfinished image. We spoke of pictures seen through the myopia of involvement and attachment that become clear as you rise into the free air above them, seeing a wider view with a cleaner perspective.
Inspiration and intuition were discussed, learning to listen to those synchronous occurrences and odd ‘coincidences’ as we to listen to that inner voice… the gut feeling or the whisperings of the heart that often knows more than the mind can frame.
We talked about how our perceptions can only be our own… even though we may nominally adhere to a particular code or creed that dictates rigid parameters within which we are supposed to understand… yet our personal interpretation of all we perceive can be no-one else’s. It is unique to each of us. It can be manipulated, or encouraged into a particular pattern, yet there is a limit to how much that can be done, just as there is a limit to how much we can truly communicate or share with each other. Our perceptions are coloured by our own very personal cocktail of experience, action, reaction and understanding. Yet so often we see only what we expect to see, accepting the surface we are shown rather than deepening our understanding through actively engaging with anything.
This led us to speak of the mechanical nature of much of our lives… the routine, the habit that keeps us moving blindly through the daily round and how different the world seems when we wake to ourselves and start living in awareness.
We spoke of the laws of physics and looked at them in a metaphysical light: for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. For every trial, every painful experience there is an equal and opposite joy… a lesson available to be learned through opportunity. It may not make the lesson any easier, it will not make evil good… but within the darkness light can be found, if we are prepared to take those lessons when they are offered and carry them forward. This led us to trust and how we learn to trust the design of the scales. And in that knowledge of trust and balance there is peace.
On the subject of balance we spoke of faith and the personal relationship with whatever we conceive of as The Divine; for each of us has to find that for and within ourselves. We are poised, like the waist of an hourglass, between two modes of being… human and divine… and we embody both at that point of balance. The hourglass can be turned… sometimes we are fully human and the sands of experience flow through us from the physical world in which we move. Sometimes we are filled with something higher and that too flows through us. The point of perfection for us whilst in this life stands between the two, open to receive the sands from both, feet squarely in earth, arms raised to the heavens.. for we are the hourglass… the vessel… through which light and life flow.
We spoke too of other vessels; how, without wine, a cup is merely an empty shell. Yet the cup is not the wine; it is what gives it form and shape. It is a container into which the wine is poured and in which it is held so that it might be lifted to the lips of others and shared in joy and blessing. You are a vessel into which the light pours. You hold it within you, shaping it, expressing it through your words and actions, bringing it into the world that others might drink. Through you the clear light of inspiration can become the wine of life.