Sunday, April 30, 2006

Spirts of the Wind

Strong winds are still blowing wherever they will, desire, or must. The sound is ferocious and melodious and inexpressible all at once.

Early last night I was dreaming inside a sudden spring storm when I realized that the vision of determinism is not the most maddening mystical vision that I might behold. So what if I suffer apostasy, insanity or death?

What is causing this morning's delighted craziness is slightly deeper knowledge of paradox...and a bit more certainty of multidimenional orders of uncertainty...a gradual grokking that the unchanging, interconnecting, whole one and only Reality (of all as many) is always shifting within yet beyond this purposeful randomness into even better stories and ever greater Mystery.


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