A spark of awareness in the abyss, a momentary gasp and a sigh—this much is a human life. An infinite heart and an infinite mind caught in finite space and time: bound to a roaming thirst this finite world cannot sate.
Thus I toil at the forge where my shackles are wrought. Shackles called “finite” and “infinite” in a cage called “world”. Unbreakable, fashioned of the mind stuff thoughts and dreams are made of.
But that which I seek is that which I am; never lost, I cannot be found. This search does not end upon success, but succeeds when it ends.
When I see the emptiness of the world, I find my own fullness. When I find my fullness, the world sees itself, and I am that seeing. The mind’s forge grows cool, and there is freedom. Freedom that is not an escape but an arrival.
May we arrive where we are,
Simeon
“Eternity is in love with the creations of time.”
—William Blake
Suggested Reading
The Seven Storey Mountain by Thomas Merton
Merton’s autobiography begins as a restless search for meaning and ends in a discovery of the divine ground already present within. The Seven Storey Mountain is a confession, a surrender, and finally a homecoming
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In this piece, we explore how the strangeness of existence is not “out there,” but woven into the very awareness that asks the questions. When the search relaxes, a different kind of clarity emerges, one where the world and the one who sees it are no longer strangers.