Ed Bedford 12:30 p.m., April 16
- Community Blog
all things are born from it,
yet it doesn’t create them.
It pours itself into its work,
yet it makes no claim.
It nourishes infinite worlds,
yet it doesn’t hold on to them.”
Once upon a time before memory, she and It were one. She knew not of herself as herself; only of herself as It. Then one day, there was a cracking and a splitting, and she found herself, herself.
She entered the time of memory, in which now is split from then. She could remember, vaguely, her previous existence with It. But this new world of only now was so enchanting, so captivating and beguiling, that she found herself hypnotized by its newness for a long time. For a time, she forgot altogether about It. It did not pursue her, waiting patiently for her return.
As the newness of the world wore off and time wore on, she began to sense that something was missing. What was It? Where was It? She began to search.
When you listen for it, there is nothing to hear.
When you use it, it is inexhaustible.”
“Look, and it can’t be seen.
Listen, and it can’t be heard.
Reach, and it can’t be grasped.”
When she looked for It, she could not find It. It seemed to disappear, but in fact It had not. When she reached for It, It did not seem to be there. But it was, in fact, reaching back to her all along.
Yet it nourishes and completes all things.”
Unbeknownst to her, It supported her, enfolded her, propelled her. She was the arrow, and It was the bow from which she was shot. Whatever her velocity, or the distance she traveled, It was always with her.
There came a magical time of rediscovery, when she became cognizant of It. She began to play with It. She began to trust It.
can go where she wishes, without danger.”
She decided that she wished to travel, knowing then that It would always be with her. It carried her through her many adventures, opening her eyes and mind so that she could see more clearly what was before her.
without leaving home.
However splendid the views,
she stays serenely in herself.”
As she grew older, her life became more centered in It. She recognized that It was more than a source of safety and energy that sustained her.
She recognized It as herself.
“You are led through your lifetime by the inner learning creature, the playful spiritual being that is your real self.”
The Lord replied, “The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand were when I carried you.”