The days pass. The garden reveals more and more of itself, as it wishes to be seen. Often the boundary blurs between what my will wants to create and what already exists beyond what is visible right now. I have never painted or composed music, yet I feel something similar happens there too. The image and the melody already exist in an unseen realm of reality. The artist does not create from the self; they simply walk, within themselves, onto that bridge which stretches between the visible and the invisible. And there, they allow to pass through themselves what already wishes to become recognizable in this world.
This is how it feels to me, even though my own creative activity lately has been reshaping the reality I perceive through a great deal of sweat and physical challenge. My bridge leads into a dimension whose currency is ability, the readiness to bring things into being, and the sharing of experience. A place where there is enough creativity to create something that matters—and most often not by building from the familiar or the self-evident.
I feel we were born into physical space so that we could learn and survive in whatever circumstances arise, and fill everything we do and create with spiritual energy and love. The future I sense for my perceived world—if this still has any significance at all—points toward a quality of life in which we are less and less at the mercy of what we have become enslaved to today: comfort, the countless pleasures offered by technology, selfish and consequence-blind consumption, and the assumption that there will always be someone available to solve the problems that arise in our lives.
The great question is this: if all of that were to disappear, would there be enough inner strength to face it—and then to accept it? Would there be the capacity to adapt to a radically changed environment and to new possibilities? And would who we ARE shine through all real and apparent losses, so that, continually renewing itself in the moment, it could find and know its place in creation?
In the infinite, there are infinitely many bridges through which what is not yet visible can flow into this world.
I believe there is a bridge waiting for everyone somewhere—a bridge that no one else can walk across in quite the same way, and through which each can receive an as-yet-unknown manifestation of the Infinite.
With love,
Your traveling companion
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