There's a place where I can go, a place I can stand and be,
where light fills me then spills into and fills the world, where I'm
totally and only present to life and being alive, where there's
only being and seeing, where my mind can be and do
whatever it is and does, where I'm witness to all of life
including thoughts and emotions as one seamless process, where in
fact witness is ... all ... there ...
is ...
I know that place. Man! I really know that
place. I love that place. It's more than love - I don't know what it is
but it's more than love. I get it comes when I allow into being a
profound love of simply what's real - extraordinarily ordinary. That's
all it is. When I'm present to what's real, it's a very sacred space.
When I'm present to what's really real I'm present to sacredness.
Definition
sacredness
noun
from the adjective
sacred
considered to be holy and deserving respect, especially because of a
connection with a
god
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It's the beautiful place. When I'm there I really get
what John the Baptist was on about. Sometimes I relate to it more as
distinguishing how the
Buddha
must have been. Sometimes I like the latter distinction better.
Sometimes I like the former distinction better. When I'm present to
sacredness I'm the source of both.
We add so much to life. Then we complain it doesn't meet our
expectations. We buy the shirt in the store. Then we
paint
on it all the colors we want which it doesn't have. When the colors we
paint
on it run, we complain to the store.
For the purpose of this conversation I'm looking at the
life to which we add so much. I'm looking at the
basic state, the basic space we are in which we
live to which we add. I find I'm pressed to come up with
everyday, ordinary terms with which to express it. That's because in
everyday, ordinary life we don't typically language it. It is said that
eskimos have twenty nine different words for "snow". Arguably they have
none for "avocado". That's because it doesn't show up in their
everyday, ordinary life so it doesn't occur in their language.
That's a pertinent commentary on us human beings right there: we don't
have language for the basic life space we are in which we
live every second of our lives on
this planet.
It's there, all the time, in every moment, under all circumstances. Yet
we neither notice it nor do we distinguish it. For all intents and
purposes, it's not even there. If you tell the truth about it,
living that undistinguished way makes automatons of all of us.
Werner calls the space we are in which we live the beingsphere.
When I'm present to it, when I'm present to what it really is, when I'm
present to the miracle of it, I'm totally blown away, I'm moved to
tears, I'm present to sacredness.
