Instead of seeking security, can we embrace present moment insecurity, and see the aliveness in it?
Instead of trying to resolve our lives perfectly, can we come to rest here and now - the place where everything is perfectly unresolved?
Instead of trying to find the answers, can we recognize ourselves as the wide open space of consciousness in which all questions, all doubts, all movements of mind and feeling are deeply allowed to arise and dissolve?
Can we remember that we are neither the questioner nor the one with the answers, neither the seeker nor the sought, but the resting place for all of life?
Instead of striving to hold up the story of 'me', or even striving to get rid of that story, can we simply rest as this sacred space where the story has not yet coagulated?
Can we gently notice the story of 'me' arise and dissolve with such tenderness?
Can we stop pretending to know, and rest in wonder and never-ending mystery?
Watch it arise and dissolve... in wonder... trusting... innocently
Can we do anything but?
Loving the not knowing, the unresolved, the undone, as it comes into being and rests before dropping back into the pool of formless anticipation and potential.
Aaah what a life!
ps/smoh
