Now that we are tentatively beginning to restore some normality to our lives, many among us will be suffering appalling grief from the unexpected deaths of family members and friends. At times of great grief we learn things about ourselves which we had not previously known. Philip Larkin captured something of this in these lines from Church Going: ‘Someone will forever be surprising a hunger in himself to be more serious.’
I try to travel with hope and a sense of how little we know. Trust and its ardent cousin faith seem more difficult. Here is a little piece of mysticism which draws on Zen Buddhism and my sense of the mystery and vast wisdom of the unconscious
KOAN - Why thanks?
'Why is there something not nothing?' A philosophical boneshaker but where does it take us? True, one has to start somewhere - just not from here. There's an elsewhere prior to questions and we've mostly been there, felt that astonished thanks. Where dreams become wordless on the edge of leaving, the edge folds back on itself and the dream knows as the dreamer does not that, pressed on from all sides, motionless and rapt, we are never not not there never not there.