Awakening is a space that opens in you.
If that space is infinitely open, then Truth can reveal itself continuously,
in a way that is always somewhat unexpected.
Understatement of the century, says I with a droll grin. Who’d have expected Truth to turn up as just exactly this? Who’d have expected Truth to turn up as just exactly what is, here and now? Who’d have expected that Truth would be ceaselessly waiting for me without expectations? Or conditions? Or qualifiers?
Who’d have expected that someone as crazy, mixed-up, diseased, addicted, selfish, ancient, depressed, deluded, ego-consumed, unworthy, ____ (insert pet beat-up label) as this creature called me would turn out to be Truth in apparent disguise?
Who’d have expected Truth to be naked and silent after all the years of assuming It would come blazing and whistling and shouting hallelujah? Who’d have expected It would be so intimate that separation is impossible? Escape impossible? (It’s got us by the short curlies dear hearts, whether we like it or not.)
Who’d have expected that the only thing apparently standing between me and Truth was my belief in the myth of separation?
~ miriam louisa