I have been on a path to freedom for two decades now, or longer. Yes, since I was born really. It has slowly shaped itself before my eyes. First a longing for freedom, then effort, intense effort, then effortlessness. I didn't know I was even on a path for most of my life. I just lived. But as one thing after another fell away I realized the world isn't what it seems to be and I saw the path and it was walking me. At every step of the way it led my feet in the direction they were supposed to go and I walked along even if it didn't make sense. Just one foot in front of the other. - - - -
I was always free. I just didn’t know. Even now I don’t understand the totality of my freedom. Like the caterpillar stretching its body over the empty space where its path ends, I am exploring nothingness. But where the caterpillar returns to safety, I don’t. All creation takes place in darkness. The caterpillar showed itself as I was writing. This is a blog about JOY!