Mystery Outside the Boxes

Mystery, I am enthralled by you

My soul yearns to touch and know the unknowable

The secret magic of the Universe

The smiling whisper

The sweet quiet voice

Of the Spirit of Love

You, who live in Eternity

You, who formed the intricacies

of me . . . of all

I nestle into You

Abide

I want to hold Reality in my hand;

Grasp exact truths with my mind.

You offer vague indications

Wafer thin intuitions

Soft, incomplete, obscure,

Romantic, beautiful glimpses.

As the moon illuminates

My eyes search out the revealed edges of You.

Here is the richness

The always varying . . .

Wild, crazy, unexplainable

Unplumbable depths of

Reality

How precious, my simple little boxes

My childish attempts to understand,

Label, categorize, sort and file away

What can never be fully known.

I have lived in this surface place

The place of “shoulds” and “supposed to’s”

Impotently applying the rules as I understood them;

A roster of qualifications (and disqualifications),

Acceptable (and unacceptable) behaviors . . .

A catalogue of negation . . . separation . . . judgment . . .

Dismissive of all that did not fit my safe paradigm.

I felt safe as long as I had the right boxes checked off

As long as I fit within the boxes I believed to be the right ones.

Applying my simple black and white approach to life,

I could quickly and easily categorize anyone I met.

These standards I applied to myself, as well . . .

Usually finding myself wanting . . .

Subpar . . . in danger of disqualification.

Life in the world of “shoulds” is no life at all.

It is one dimensional

All is based on appearance and perception

On fitting into acceptable patterns and shapes

Anything beneath the surface, not fitting the patterns,

Is squelched.

Creativity dies

Individuality dies

Mystery, I long for you

For depths far beyond my imagination

For beauty and delight

Unfathomable

Life outside my cookie cutter

concepts of reality

Life way outside any box I could construct

That’s where truth dwells

Oh Love, I am so grateful

Grateful that what I thought was You

Wasn’t

Grateful there will always be more

More to learn . . . more to experience

More to stretch my mind . . . my heart . . . my soul . . 

You are not static

Life is not static

How could faith in You

Be static?

Life moves and soars

Changes and is changed

I listen for your voice

Your smiling whisper

I listen and thrill

At the sound; the touch;

Of Love

Deep

True

Eternal

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