My rented flat has been sold. I’m packing up; where I’m off to remains a mystery.
It has always been thus in this scribbler’s Lifedream. The veils hiding the way ahead only vaporize once all present business has been tidied up and folded away and the old doors are closed.
This used to infuriate me – why wasn’t my life laid out in the apparently ordered and predictable manner demonstrated by … other, ‘together’ people?
Blind Men on a Log bridge
The Gitter Collection
I feel like one of Hakuin’s blind men. But this time round, I’m strangely relaxed, loose even. How could one possibly outguess the unknowable movement of Creation-aka-Life-aka-Totality?
If a dip in the river is called for, so be it.