There is body and there is mind. Physical and spiritual. The actual and the numinous, ineffable. There is what we want and there is what wants us. We have an affinity for the spiritual. We resonate with the spiritual. We are Adam and Eve at one with the truth of our existence. Babies from the womb knowing where they belong, crying because they have been separated from the Great Oneness and thrust into the Here And Now, and long for Forever until forgetting sets in and this becomes all we have ever known. Remembering is the work of a lifetime. The work of remembering is the art of walking two paths at the same time. Realizing the Unseen on the other side of the Seen. Seeing the inner light as radiance emanating from the secret core of all things-- in an, "Oh, Peter! There you are!" kind of way. The people who know that they don't know are the hope of the world, helping the world reclaim its original nature by remembering their own "face that was theirs before they were born," and living here in ways that exhibit then now in each situation as it arises, for the sheer wonder of being at one with themselves again at last.
Teaching children how to play instead of getting out of their way is telling the river how to be a river, and telling the lion to leave the lambs alone. Joseph Campbell said, "When the lion lies down with the lamb, only one of them gets up." It is the way. Get out of the way! Out of your own way! And live spontaneously, sincerely, from the heart in responding to the moment as the moment needs responding to. The deepest knowing is knowing when we are forcing something on the moment that does not belong to the moment. Giving the moment what we want the moment to have, and not what the moment is calling for. That is not of the moment. That is foreign to the moment and not organically at one with the time and place of our living. How fittingly do we live? How responsively/responsibly do we live? Our life is a judgment call all the way. Judgment not imposed, but carefully, sensitively, compassionately, weighed in light of what is best for the situation at hand, all things considered, with nothing at stake in the outcome-- not thinking it out, but realizing what's what and dancing with the music of the moment as a blessing and grace everlasting.
Some people call it boredom and run from it like from a rogue elephant on a rampage. Some people call it waiting, and wait. For what, they do not know. They call that trusting. Trusting what they are not sure. It goes by many names. The Silence. The Stillness. The Great Emptiness. The One Who Knows. The Unmoved Mover. Psyche. Soul. The Great Spirit. Sam. Myrtle. Sophie. Grace. The Other Side. The Light. The Guide. The Wind That Blows Where It Will. My Boat. "I'm waiting for my boat to give me a ride," catches the sense of adventure and vulnerability at work in what we are doing. "Waiting to know what's next." "Waiting to know what to do now." This is the best kind of knowing without understanding. "We can experience things we cannot understand, and we can know things we cannot explain," said Sheldon Knopp, who trusted himself to things that just spring to mind, and carry us along the way.