What is it I seek?

The wind blows love

the rushing waters gurgle love

the singing bird sing love

the dancing leaves wave love

The rhythmic waves speak love

Why do I look for wisdom when all else seek love?

I Am That

Something

Great, Grand, Generous

Worthy, Winning, Wondrous

Smart, Saintly Super

Beautiful, Better, Best

I am that

But

Then Nothing

The touch of the presence

Nothing, No thing, Not a thing

Worthless, Wicked, Wanting

Limited,  lacking, laughable

I am that.

But

Then all things

falling into the presence

face to face- becoming one

Being to Being - I am One

lost in self, found in all

I am that, 

I AM

Down to seek the Sacred

The location of the Everyday Mystic. 

It is not on the mountain top where the mystic should search but down in the valley of everyday vitality and messiness.   

The mountain silence invites us to pause in wonder but such wonder remains on the mountain but life is lived in the valley. 

Jesus shows his "glory" to the inner circle of disciples on the mountain top but then promptly takes them to the valley floor where  the messiness of life  is shown or symbolized in the boy processed by a tormenting spirit and in the despair of his father.   

Life is uncontrollable and the "evil spirit" cannot be avoided. Yet it is in the uncontrollable that the divine is revealed. Jesus heals the boy and how many of those who witnessed this had their first encounter with the divine presence.     

It may be up to seek the holy but is down to find the sacred.  

This is why most of Jesus' time was spent in the valley. 

A place to start.  This is a poem about listening to the "voice" of the Divine.

The Voice to Hear:

It is not a mighty shout

or even a tidy thought

that speaks the message 

or calls the shots

but a slender touch

a wind stirred tree

an idea from outside

of mind and glee

A gentle nudge

a statement freed

a guided word

towards my soul's need.