What is your thirst but a useless rustle of winter trees burning to bring back summer's warmth?
One could perish in a spark of that nothingness, for no man could contain the presence of opposites without first being initiated by death.
There is power to be found in the powerless - hope to be found in the forsaken. For who would think that a dirty vase with murky water could contain the elixir of youth?
Hidden in plain sight, Oneness floats from one end of the universe to the other like a wave of the ocean.
Where? In the blowing of dust off one's palm.
Rilke wrote,
"Catch only what you've thrown yourself, all is
mere skill and little gain.
But when you're suddenly the catcher of a ball
thrown by an eternal partner
with accurate and measured swing
towards you, to your center, in an arch,
from the great bridgebuilding of God:
why catching then becomes a power -
not yours, a world's."
Oneness is acting upon the understanding that one cannot control anything, that one cannot know anything, that one cannot grasp anything. Following this wisdom, one begins acting in an appropriate manner towards Oneness - realising he is always on Its Path.
