Once we were a small condensed particle,
a cell within an enormity which was itself
a mere fraction of something even more
immense, something unimaginable.
What held us together was a mighty force
for which we humans make up names,
but here for the sake of plain speaking
we may simply call it “love”.
When that divinity (which is pure joy, utter ecstasy)
spontaneously achieved its maximum blissful intensity,
the ensuing explosion flung us out into the vastness,
forming great spinning galaxies of love’s own light.
In the midst of this infinite celestial expansion,
some of us collided with each other, creating
even more of us to illuminate the void
with gleaming sparks of radiance.
Strangely, even as we appear in the midst of it,
we often act as if we are somehow isolated
from the whole of it, perhaps just to see
what that sense of distance feels like.
When we close our eyes, it may even seem
we are standing still, yet in the scheme of things
we are moving at tremendous speed.
Each thought is like a stationary milestone flashing by,
barely noticed in the rear view mirror as we continue
spiraling onward – one irresistible beam of clear light
effortlessly dissolving into indestructible space.
With no discernible reference point nor fixed focus
of any static identity, all our dreamy conceptions
of being bound are inevitably set free of themselves.
Back at the playground, children chase each other
around and around, wildly laughing and shouting,
completely unconcerned about where they are
or how they even came to be there.
Maybe we too can relinquish our demand for certainty,
turn off our GPS device and relax in blessed non-locality.
After all, do we truly ever know where we are,
much less how we came to be here?
Regardless, we need not struggle in perpetual conflict
with our innate cluelessness, we can enjoy it as a gift.
Once we’ve found the answer to every why and how,
we will pine again for that great not knowing —
it’s what gives life its compelling thrill.