June 10, 2006
Every once in a while, a flash of insight comes.
"Insight" of course, being sight in to the nature of things,
a moment, a relationship, a lifetime, a struggle, a choice...
Every truth disguises itself with a patchwork of falsehoods
and every falsehood attains this remarkable status by gathering about
truths like silken strips of fabric, purple, gold... enchanting, but mixed.
The passing through these things (or the struggling to do so)
Through words, through relationships, through conversations with friends and brothers,
This passing is life. Life passes as we make our way through this quilt of truth and lies.
And every once in awhile, the hard work pays off, observing and comparing colors,
Noting truths and keeping track of its graceful disguises, as well as
Tricking falsehoods to undress and show themselves as the nothing they are.
It is these moments, through the sweat-stained sheets through which we've been swimming, alone,
as on a late Saturday morning when summer is starting to make the days hot,
that we see something... Oh, God! The sight!
The patch behind the patch! This for that; what was is no more; what was not suddenly comes to be,
and I... see... you... see... we, each staring at the nature of things through thin, worn-out sheets.
The moment passes, and again we are lost, swimming, searching, but recalling,
Wondering: "Did 'hard work' really pay off, or did the insight come in a flash
like lightening, unbidden, from the realm of unknown?
Do I keep going with this tiresome and endless vanity?
I do not know. So in the meantime, I keep sleeping in this bed,
dreaming of the next vision,
passing the time flipping through quilts with friends.
Glory to God alone.
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