Tuesday, March 05, 2013
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
The servant told him, "Your brother has come, and your father has killed the calf we had been fattening because he has got him back safe and sound." He was angry then and refused to go in, and his father came out and began to urge him to come in; but he retorted to his father, "All these years I have slaved for you and never once disobeyed any orders of yours, yet you never offered me so much as a kid for me to celebrate with my friends. But, for this son of yours, when he comes back after swallowing up your property -- he and his loose women -- you kill the calf we had been fattening." 'The father said, "My son, you are with me always and all I have is yours.
Moments come and go. They arrive and immediately flee, but some leave their mark.
You never know when such moments will appear, whether they will come amid success or stress or when you are taking a brain break over a cup of coffee. Like yesterday.
Nothing was happening. Indiscernible music played in the background. There was no one around the coffee shop to interrupt me. I was as unknown to them as they to me. The top pulled off the cup, dark aroma and steam rise in the late afternoon light.
And it hits me. I have everything I need here. This awareness is not about material needs but fullness of heart, assurance of life, peace.
My in-most heart, the depth of my being reaches out in whispered words and tears to Something so far beyond me I cannot name it, yet which is part of me, deep within.
Awareness of complete oneness with this Mystery floods every sense, and I know … I share in the fullness of this Great Mystery. We are one with no separation, although I know this Great Mystery infinitely transcends everything I know or can know.
There is no need for mind and soul to grasp or possess what comes in this moment. You don’t need to grasp what is freely given, what is already yours.
There is no need for anything, to be or do anything. There is only being, my being dwelling in ecstatic peace with You in this fleeting moment that tells me the truth of every moment.
All you have and are is mine. I know this, although no words are spoken. There is only awareness of this as the first and final truth of my life--and the wordless joy of ecstatic tears.
Now, the morning comes once more. The moment of total awareness has passed, but it has left its mark and lingers in mind and heart.
I know it will come and fill me again, teaching me what I need to live and die in peace. But just for today, don’t let me lose the moment of total knowing what you most want me to know.
Pr. David L. Miller