At first there’s nothing.
In that nothing, everything is loud, and the silence is deafening.
So deafening you don’t hear anything.
Then from somewhere,
a magic place that doesn’t have a name,
a twisty wisp of wakening happens.
This wisp is not the first.
But this one, this wisp, twists in just the right way.
Nothing special about this wisp compared to the other wisps, they’re all as wispy as the next wisp, but this one twists enough to open your ears at just the right time.
And in that momentary opening, you hear the bells.
Suddenly – where there was complete no-bellness, now bells are belling.
The bells are so – so quiet.
But once you’ve heard the bells, it’s hard to say there aren’t bells.
As you listen to the bells, their ringing becomes more indisputable.
Then there is less of the deafening nothing-that-is-everything.
How could there be only nothing-with-everything if now there are also bells?
So nothing must not be all-of-everything, since there are also bells that are not in that nothing-everything.
So now the bells bell louder.
But the bells are not changing.
So it’s your listening that is louder then. The bells are already loud, they’ve always been loud. And they’ve always been bells.
And now it turns out that everything is made of bells.
There’s no nothing-that-is-everything any more.
Now just bells and bells and bells. Causing us to shatter, spilling joy-juice over everything.
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
Listen, step. Listen, step. Listen, step.
Get up. Step.
I wrote this at the time when I made the decision to set off down the path of listening to my heart, to commit to myself. To put my metaphorical backpack on my back and commit to the road of personal & spiritual transformation, no matter where it led, and no matter who it meant that I would have to admit to being.
Wishing you peace, love, joy, magic and PLAY.
Chief of True North. Infinite Reach. Soft Paws. Naked Delight.