That moment when, in a flash of, a wave of, a wind or soft breeze, clarity strikes.
The child's declaration of desire to know all. That child-like in believing that in the all known there will be some magic that is then known. So, that needing of a child to 'know' everything. It relieves all fear to know everything. Then, in that knowing, there are no surprises. For - everything is known.
And, in the eyes of that same child, it must be known in the child's way of knowing. Which allows the child then to be the all powerful leader of the knowing. It is that place of ... I know it all and so I need not fear anything for it is all known to me.
What then is the revelation? It is that knowing that... in our moment, perhaps it is all who demand this knowing. In it the imposition of the needs of individual knowing drown the child's dance in the need to know. Which really is the need to control.
Control through knowing. In the spirit of all safety. If we know all, then we can keep all safe. We need not fear even death in that kind of knowing. Ah, to fear not even death. There is the rub.
A quiet and warm moment woke the morning. It is before even the first movement on the outside roads. The birds still sleep. The coasting wind is dropped to the lightest zephyr. A bare breath. Darkest hour before dawn.
In this clarity, waken moment. All the earth is paused. And breathing in. Now breathing out. Ticking clock, the wound pendulum in serenity swing.
A complete moment, as every moment is complete. It only needed me here, in wakeful present beating heart. It would have passed with or without this heart's sitting desire.
Nice to have shared it though. Nice to have passed by in this moment. For it is a truly quiet and warm moment. In the waking day. The earth did pause. And in the pause, a sharing smile, as breaking dawn, did break upon my face.
There is a quality in a note, that quality of the first ... the starting ... as it begins to vibrate. It is almost felt more than heard. In Gathering, with Gathering, it is that starting that is part of the sharing. The felt before heard that is attuning as the harmony rises. It is not aspired to or something that is attained. It is a felt sense that is the mastery in Gathering.
That moment when, at the end, the vibration of the beginning is still there. For, one is the other as the other is the one. In this chord is all chords. In this Gathering is all creation.
To be a part of every song and this song. That is, Gathering. There is no greater gratitude than to know the steps that brought us here to this Gathering are all and every gathering shared before. This is that 'next' moment. And in it is all and all.
It is a quality, the starting. It is the alpha and the omega. It is kind friends. It is and is and is.
Starting at the end.
The winter storms have cleared the burned boat from the beach. The rising water has scoured away the soft sand where I laid my head. Now, looking back, there is just a deep canyon, a wild stream running down the lowest of its depths. I can taste the wild water in that stream even now; all of these steps later. There is something fine in the light that shows me the steps that have brought me here; luminous.
I wish that this journey, well parts anyhow, could have been avoided. Some of the pain perhaps left for not. And yet, it would not be a journey. It would be that which started at the end. The wild ride that was just a picture of the triumphant completion. Then it would be just a painting of a dream.
While the memory may, some mornings, feel like a dream. The soles of my feet tell me that the walk was many steps. The journey a real decent, climb, swim, and even a set of burned boats, well used for a time, and then on each beach, burned as pyre to a complete moment.
This moment, standing now at the saddle before stepping into the next valley of life's path, this looking back to that wonder of the walk thus far is a moment of contemplative gift. Complete Christmas. And then the child is born. All the world is changed. The path of a new generation begun. In loving arms of this journey, a new journey is begun.
So, as one begins, another must end. It is the gift of all living, dying, loving and life. In gratitude, with a clear moment, so it is and so it is. And it is good.