When we hear some beautiful piece of Mozart or admire a wonderful building, we suddenly become present in ourselves. That’s unusual nowadays because dishevelment and distraction have become an art form.
Our trust in the future has lost its innocence. We know now that anything can happen from one minute to the next. Politics, religion, economics, and the institutions of family and community all have become abruptly unsure.
A lot of suffering is just getting rid of dross in yourself, and lingering and hanging in the darkness is often – I say this against myself – a failure of imagination, to imagine the door into the light.
We live between the act of awakening and the act of surrender. Each morning, we awaken to the light and the invitation to a new day in the world of time; each night, we surrender to the dark to be taken to play in the world of dreams where time is no more.
When you acknowledge the integrity of your solitude, and settle into its mystery, your relationships with others take on a new warmth, adventure and wonder.
We need great prophetic leaders in religion and in spirituality… what we are getting is lacking in vision… not able to engage with the diversity of the culture.
I think the divine is like a huge smile that breaks somewhere in the sea within you, and gradually comes up again.