Experience is our point of interface with Love.
It’s the reason and the method-
the locus where it all compiles
and dimensions squeeze together
to share a place at the Table,
bending through and around
one another to share witness
to a holy performance.
* * * *
Snorkeling comes to mind.
The joy of snorkeling is
the navigation of the seam
between two worlds- the occupying
of both and neither,
peering deep within
from a place almost,
(but not quite),
It is witnessing the movement
of sleek and potent creatures, of colors,
of eyes- from a window
hewn out of the very same waters…
You can’t really break snorkeling down
into cause and effect, or posit a
purpose for the tube in the
absence of the mask.
You can’t parse the air
and the water into isolated realms
that retain any meaning whatsoever
Here’s the thing about experience:
when the shark saunters into view,
we are far too tempted to yank
our window from the water,
to withdraw from the interface,
as if the merging of worlds could be stopped
by our refusing to let the holy reactants
collide in the chamber of our being.
Maybe something does come to a halt…
Maybe the interface does drop offline…
Maybe this, is what it means, to imagine being separate…
(The shark wasn’t ‘out there’ until now you know…)
* * * * *
I was walking along a stream,
enjoying the sun, the waving of
leaves and flowers in the breeze.
I was snorkeling- exploring
the interior of my heart while
my back was held in this warm bath, when
I caught a glimpse of a butterfly.
I followed it into the trees.
There, I was ambushed. The foliage
erupted into skittering confetti.
Tracers bore lines through the space
around me as bullets whizzed past.
All hell was breaking loose.
I dove for cover behind a rock.
Then, as my heart pounded,
I started thinking:
how did it come to this?
what did I do to get here?
you’ve got the wrong guy!
this whole thing… it makes no sense.
i never wanted any of this…
(This is pulling your mask
out of the water.)
* * * * *
My thought for the day is this:
keep your mask in the water.
You will want your interface with Love for what comes next.
Remember, this isn’t snorkeling at all-
this is Creation.
Leap out from behind the rock
and ask if anyone has a cigarette.
Pretend you are a bank robber,
and escape. Offer constructive tips on marksmanship.
Prepare something cold and bloody for the shark to eat.
But you don’t need me to tell you this…
You are Love,
and you will undoubtedly become an even better experience-
full of baby sharks and bullet proof vests or something.
Experience is Creation,
the portal between Love
and who you are,
and it is holy.