The Universe of Unknowns

I have entered and wandered through many books, seeking validation, wisdom, and relief from the discomfort of living in the universe of unknowns. 

Now, I see the fruits of my labors of looking. I am full and I have always been full. I am free and I have always been free. It is the clutter of culture I must organize and compartmentalize and primarily ignore. I see my love. I see my light. I see too the agitation of disappointment. For I thought the sun might burst inside my being and life would become bright and easy. Now, I see that it is the seeking. Now, I see that it is the surrendering, the acceptance of it all - the known and the unknown, the light and the shadow.  Now, I see that the Divine did burst inside my being, making life what it needs to be for me.

In our world of form and formless, I am learning how to live - and how to embrace simplicity and some naivety. And while the books are publicized as study guides, they are - quite simply - the stories of other seekers. They can hold within their bindings, wisdom. However, the pure curriculum of life is in the moment. I must build my own book, pen my joy, articulate my awe, and write of wonder—not necessarily for the sharing but for the time spent telling.