This morning as I sat in the early morning darkness with tea and rich silence, reading and pondering before ordinary life kicked in, I suddenly became aware - all at once, it seemed - of something I had not considered before. Here is my meditative writing
piece for this morning:
Sitting here in early darkness, a major shift opens inside even as I stop my reading and begin to write...a reverberation...the shift I am being propelled towards inside is from looking for answers, definite choices
and predictable structures for the future, to looking only for questions...in other words, a shift to asking questions and letting those questions hang out in space with no answer, just the light that illumines the questions themselves. A bit like hanging
them on a Christmas Tree.
I have always sought answers, trying to leave questions behind: now I INTEND to search for questions and leave them as questions and carry them around like rosary beads in my pocket! And stop pushing
for answers: stop pushing! I feel a seismic shift in my body in this orientation even as I write, and I hope to keep the door of it open. I pray to keep it open, and to recognize sooner rather than later when I fall back into the closure of answers rather
than the openness of questions...and to stop pushing.