Beyond the veil
experiencing the great unknown
It lies beyond a veil, but the veil can be penetrated. The veil does not require perfection to pass. At least, not in the way we typically define perfection.
It requires an open mind and an open heart, a tender heart, the place within our heart that still knows and believes in and acknowledges our own innocence.
It is a perfection that puts a greater value on our beauty and our innocence than on our mistakes and sins. It is a perfection that puts a greater value on the wonder, and increasing wonder, of the journey — versus stopping along the way and putting value on the drama. Because anytime that we stop and look, or stop and soak and ooze within the experience, our journey stops. At that spot. Or immediately goes back through the veil.
It is a journey into the unknown, where few things can be described. It is a journey into the ultimate subjectivity of things, where only a counterbalancing of objectivity allows us to continue, allows us to hover in place. Because if we become overwhelmingly subjected to the experience, it stops or retreats back through the veil. We spin into oblivion and percolate back up into daylight.
It is a vast room of paradox. It is the paradox of a vast dark, black sea, that is full of light. It is the darkness of potential. It requires a form of complete surrender, but not so complete that we lose our place and stumble back to this side of the veil.
It demands that we learn to ride the center. Because we cannot journey deeper and deeper toward the center unless we are about accepting the center, the center of that particular moment.
It is skateboarding the unknown with finesse. It is surfing the still but explosive waves of the centerline. It is traversing the warm crevasses of all potential, riding a hover board with the most exquisite of balance.
