When it is time to go, everyone knows it, and everyone goes. How do they know it? We will never get to the bottom of it. We don't know how we know what we know. Know it. Do it. That's the rule. When we know something needs to be done, and don't do it, it cycles around again and again, until we do it. Once we break the cycle by doing it, then we are in the cycle of doing it every time it comes around, like the tides and the seasons. We are one with the rhythm, moving with the motion, swimming with the current, a part of the flow, of life and being. Like migrating birds, and butterflies, and salmon. Everything is a part of the movement of life. Everything knows when it is time and what it is time for. All of it knows without knowing how it knows, or caring. Know. Do. That's all there is. Why? Just slows things down. And why do that? There is mythos and there is logos. Unconscious knowing, and conscious knowing. Reason and logic belong to conscious knowing. Instinct and intuition belong to unconscious knowing. Integrating mythos and logos is a superpower, allowing us to live on two levels at once. Knowing and doing without worrying about why. Or how. Know what it's time for and do it. If you are wrong, it cycles back around. Keep practicing until you get it down. Knowing. Doing. That's all there is. Like birds on a wire. Or returning to Capistrano.
Who enjoys the benefits of your protection? The comfort of your benevolent presence regardless of the intervening distance? This is the company of your companionship I'm talking about. Who are your traveling companions? No matter how far apart you are? What does the protection of your presence mean however far away you are? Do you keep each other safe in your thoughts and kind regard? Do you guard each other in your tender mercy? How tender is your mercy? And theirs? How extensive and encompassing is your protection and compassion? And theirs? When you extend to someone the companionship of your caring presence-- or withdraw it-- can they tell? How safe are they in your presence, whether present or distant? How safe are you in theirs? In what ways is your presence-- and theirs-- a blessing and a grace? Mock companionship is no companionship at all. What shift has to take place in your perception and orientation, intention and execution, for your companionship to be actual and real, tangible and true? For you to be a worthy companion, in season and out of season, through all the seasons and times of life?
The nature of the journey makes/requires companions. We have to be capable of companionship to make it all along the way. We do not--cannot--travel alone. We are comforted, guided, protected, kept safe by those who have gone before us, come after us, travel with us, from start to finish-- if there is a finish, which I doubt. I see us as going on forever on a trek that has no end, but is, itself, that which we all seek, and produce by looking, searching, inquiring, observing, seeing, hearing, understanding, knowing, doing, being... without end. Amen.