Thank You for the Mystery where Wisdom Loves Company
While funneling our existence into an expression of our selves, we complete transformation after transformation.
When we finish the transformations into the entity we aspire to be, we transform, once again, into another thing —a thing we cannot name or know from this location.
[It] is a mystery.
Perhaps that is where wisdom lives.
Perhaps that is all we leave behind after the final transformation— wisdom.
We seek wisdom, we aspire to wisdom, we wish for wisdom.
Perhaps wisdom lives in the transformation, not the being, not the final product of our lives.
Wisdom is hidden in the crevices, drifting around the edges, misting into the pores, exuded from the reflective lake under the fog.
Wisdom is the mystery behind the curtain while the actor does his monologue on the stage.
Wisdom is in the silent nodding of experience to the exuberant passions of the neophyte.
Wisdom is loving another beyond the presentation of behavior, circumstance, or personae.
Wisdom is in the unspoken, the undemonstrated, the un-requested, the absence of need to be heard.
Wisdom is the golden thread that runs between the heart and the mind.
If one were to pluck this thread like the string of an ancient lute, the sound would reverberate into the mystery, seeking harmonics from the golden thread of others.
And though wisdom needs no agreement, a harmonic sound does enhance one’s recognition of it’s beautiful mystery.