To walk in the early morning on what appears to be another
ordinary day, with the summer and the fall still in dialogue about who will
take it from here.
Wandering between heaven and earth, it is clear how little I know, unsure of
what love wants of me until she whispers it through the birds and falling
leaves, the orange, the yellow and the red, as it makes its way here into this
flowy world of time and space.
I really hope to make it all the way through this day and to have another
chance to be in awe at what might be shown tomorrow. But if not, for now I am
left only with a simple gratitude to have be shown even a tiny sliver of love.
I have been given so much.
It is early morning in the forest – and fall is arriving. Something new is preparing
to emerge, to express its qualities, and play in awareness.
It is breathtaking, really, to watch as love emerges as the senses, as pure
feeling, as these colors, as this imagination, all laid out as one rich feast
for lover and beloved and their union.
Not a union transcendent of separation but one which
includes it as we fall to the ground in humility knowing that the vast activity
of love is never going to be resolved, beholding the spirit within matter and
the holiness not only of oneness, but also placed inside multiplicity.
To be here in this world is the only miracle. We’ve been given the primary
materials to make the journey: a beating heart to feel, arms to reach out and
hold another close, words to speak kindness, and eyes to look into the depths.
Behold
the harvest that is this life and the creative bounty of love as it emerges out
of the unknown and takes shape as the miracle of autumn.Learn more about Matt’s online group and communityView Matt’s YouTube channel here