Never Mind

When I see the world through my mind, I impose "meaning" on everything: categories, labels, comparisons, values. I measure one creature against another. I superimpose the gray map of my thoughts on the ineffable green earth.

But when I dare to behold the mysterious glory of What Is through the Eye of the Heart, this chatter of naming and labeling ceases. My restless mind no longer divides past from presence, inner from outer, the miraculous from the ordinary.

The Eye of the Heart is a diamond lens of silence, where double vision ceases. There is no separation, yet each creature radiates sovereign uniqueness. Not one is "like" another.

What happens in the clarity where nothing symbolizes anything else? All is as it is, beyond confusion, shining with ineluctable suchness? I am simply as I Am, with no noun after the verb "to be"? And every creature I meet, even a worm or a pebble, is Thou? What happens? A new earth. 

To behold the world merely as the radiance of itself, is to liberate all from the chain of "meaning." Never mind. This is the first day of creation. Let there be light. 

Photo: Our back yard, taken by Abby LaMotte