What in your life is calling you when all the noise is silenced
The meetings adjourned, the lists laid aside
And the Wild Iris blooms by itself in the dark forest
What still pulls on your soul?
In the silence between your heartbeats hides a summons
Do you hear it?
Name it, if you must, or leave it nameless
But why pretend it is not there?
I have no idea who the Terma Collective is, but that’s not important. I’ll forget about “consider the source” and just let the words move through me.
Am I being summoned? Are you? And not to a court of law. Rather to our highest calling. Yours is no doubt different than mine and there’s no better or worse about it. Is it sports, the arts, consciousness, business, travel, relationships? Good for us in any event.
Do we hear the call in the early of the morning? Are we lying in bed or sipping tea in a cozy chair or jogging through the neighbourhood? Maybe enjoying lunch with friends at a sidewalk café, munching popcorn in a darkened theatre or grabbing a coffee at Tim’s.
Are there moments when the world recedes and silence comes upon us? The eyes widen a bit and there’s some sort of space where before there was none. A pause … an opening … a glimmer of light.
“What exactly is this?”
Well, “exactly” just isn’t it. The moment of wonder is worlds beyond any analysis. It doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t add up. You can’t reason your way to the truth of it.