The opening of a window is a movement of receptivity. When we open, we allow the wonders of what we believed to be “outside” to become part of our vision. We stop resisting.
When we open the window, we let in the furthest horizon and the infinite sky; we let the wind blow through and touch our skin and fill our lungs; we let the light “be” in the rooms of our minds.
We cease to believe that the walls of this house (we call our private self) is separate from all that can ever be perceived. We see that all is in us and we see that we are all in that.
We become responsible. We become responsive.
Yet if we believe that all these impressions – this light, these mountains, this warm breeze, or these infinite skies – are absolute and not also relative, we still are not yet free.
We could not switch floors, close this window and open others. We could not climb on the roof and sing with the stars (knowing they have long since died) or descend to the cellar and talk to a group of people we have never met as if we had any purpose in making mental sense of anything.
If we believe consciousness is an end point, our freedom is lost in endings and beginnings.
Standing in front of this window, as an inner light meets the light of our physical universe, we witness impressions and effects.
These are relative and eternal imprints of some source so deeply holy and so utterly full of care, so much at cause in every wave or particle of light, that all we can do is surrender in reverence to That invisible, unknowable, imperceivable, flourishing emptiness – in every mountain, valley and pasture, in every piece of pasta, in every forgotten moment of time, never divided and all ways beloved.
So let the mind worship that which is beyond its own conception. Let the heart revere that which is beyond it’s greatest sense of love. Let the body find peace in the harmony of its rhythmic beauty. Let it be That.
Only here, does freedom rejoice in the mites of dust in the darkness, and only here can this finer symphony resound that heaven and earth are always, already whole.
