It’s been about two months since I last posted. The time has been one of frequent travel, fashioning new material to spark fresh dialogues among clients, and a time, otherwise, for fewer words.
Authentic writing needs fresh perspectives. It is good for the soul to invite incubation. So, my last 60 days have been about emptying.
It’s been said that nature abhors a vacuum and moves quickly to fill it. Yet, there’s a lot of vacuum in the Cosmos. Maybe this simply isn’t so.
Nature does not abhor a vacuum so much as it finds its shape according to unseen patterns that make it up. Vacuum conjures up a great and infinite emptiness. On the contrary, the Cosmic vacuum is a plenitude.
Overwhelmed by unimaginable distances, could it be that we mistake the vastness of the seemingly empty expanse of space for the fearsome darkness of “non-being”?
Space-time is an n-dimensional funky quilt that we can only marvel at as we gaze on it abstractly through the lens of mathematics. Nonetheless, the very fact that we imagine it suggests our intuitive and playful sense of its underlying fullness.
When we silence the mind’s manufacture of crafted sentences and paragraphs, and even briefly hit the pause button, it may just be that we then unleash the deeper depths, wider views, richer hues, and that fertile vastness that buoys all our hopeful imaginings and heartfelt expressions.
I sing a song in praise of true away time, a brief silencing of our own voice so the poet inside the silence is the voice more clearly heard.
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