Sometimes there are no right answers, yet this is the Way.
Sometimes the answer is crystal clear, and this is the Way.
The saying goes.. the Sun will still rise tomorrow, and this is the Way.
One day, billions of years from now grant you, the Sun will not rise tomorrow, yet this is the Way.
Triumphs and follies, compassionate acts and acts of horrific violence, they are all the Way.
The ‘Way’ is nothing more and nothing less than the Universe, all that is. It flows… sometimes smoothly without hindrance, sometimes rocky yet no hindrance is inherent in that hindering rockiness.
This Time has happened long ago and yet has never happened yet… but only is ever happening Now. Sometimes, we can see that the future actually flows into our Present and this changes the past.
How many times has this experience happened? Only once, yet countless of billions of times as well. Our counting minds, like crows counting up to 5 or 6, do not understand, yet the crow knows how to look past its counting and spread its wings and trust the abilities it has.
I can’t count that high, but that’s ok, my heart counts with a different mathematics and always gets the correct sum.
Black feathers ruffle in the gusting wind, head bobs up and down, flying to the ground. A worm awaits and is ripped apart and nourishes the counting-less heart. Caw Caw Caw.
Free your heart, full of love and understanding and let the tears stream down your face. Caw Caw Caw!!!