Passage Twenty-one: My Foolishness
Trying to get,
Everything gets away from you.
Trying to hold on,
Everything escapes your grasp.
Trying to be certain,
Everything is doubtful.
As you become a participant
In the nurturing of life,
You become more than whole
And more than secure.
You become a source.
There is a light that is the light
Of truth and life.
This light is not
Some distant place away.
You are in the midst of it,
And it is in the midst of you.
Life nurtures life,
As life expands
And realizes its possibilities.
Light nurtures light,
As light emerges from darkness
And realizes its nature.
I see a great work unfolding,
But I do not know
The means by which
It will be done.
I have no answers
And no explanations;
Only these observations
I am communicating to you.
The observations
Of a participant in the work,
An answer to my prayer
That I might be of service.
I have a sense
That nothing will be
As expected.
That light will not
Come down upon us,
But will emerge
From within our midst.
Who am I
To say such things?
Who am I to refuse?
I have little fear
Of being wrong,
And little fear
Of being foolish.
This is fortunate,
For I am often both,
But I do my best
To keep my foolishness
Out of this.
