I feel deep gratitude toward the One I cannot name — the One who has never given up on me, who calls to me with timeless patience again and again: Awake, my dear — awake.
I am profoundly thankful that in recent years this remarkable cacao plant has arrived as a messenger — to guide, support, and teach me, so that I may walk this path.
Perhaps the most touching recognition in my recent experience has been the glimpse — felt more intensely than ever before — of eternity itself. A living quality from which I am never truly separated, and yet which my ordinary perception seems to veil. This is the drama of life — its accepted absurdity.
These moments of insight are becoming more frequent, more deeply permeating my whole being and awareness. Even if I am not yet able to surrender to this completely and irrevocably — and I feel that for me, as a man, this is the greatest alchemical process — I am learning to offer my everyday actions to That of which I am a part, That which in truth is my deeper Self.
When I do this, my actions gain a quiet dignity. They become filled with a content that goes beyond mere doing — they dissolve into wholeness. This is the sacredness of living.
There is nothing mystical about it. It is simple, heart-warming, and self-evident.
Often I am deeply moved by the realization that one can live an entire lifetime — or many — without ever consciously experiencing even a single moment of this. And yet the patience born of wholeness waits for everyone.
I feel inexpressible gratitude that at a certain point in my awakening I was able to taste this — that You waited for me, and that I, too, waited for myself.
And so I wish this for everyone as well:
Awake, my dear — awake.
With love,
your traveling companion
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