Wonder-Fall!

If we ponder the mother of wisdom, we are led to the nursery of wonder. Epiphanies burst with the fire of soul-searching awe lit by nature’s cauldron of multicolored dimensions. Why is the heart stilled and breath stolen in its quiet majesty? Is there a secret condescension of grace the reorients and guards our trampled humility?  We train our eyes inwards and downcast convinced we know the way.  Yet we are called by an ‘other’.  The human experience is undeniably but gently pulled by heart and soul. Both easily victimized by the magnetism of some familiar love that’sets both distant and near; both ancient and ever-present. To where shall we run? Nowhere. Humanity makes great strides to understand the physical laws that hold true to form and function governing our microscopic to macroscopic worlds.  Still every beautiful mind committed to study either th social of scienctific backbones of our reality are still left incomplete and struglling to negotiate the terms of our full purpose and evolution.  Whether perceptible or not, our restless condition inspires some to either press on or desperately seek a temporary anesthetic.  With each breaking of dawn’s reddish rays that light our curiosity we choose to answer the pangs of wonder as we sip our morning coffee.  Everyday many of us turn on our brains to accept the day’s onslaught of data in an attempt to assemble knowledge. Knowledge is good and offers a few the power and confidence to risk a new approach.  Like an athlete in need of a coach, knowledge begs to be mentored by wisdom. If we dare to follow the prompts of wonder, I believe we not only make space for wisdom but even the engine that drives our evolution; love.  There is no greater force than love.  It has no equal. It does not negotiate.  Love has no regret or need of explanation.  Love is however controlled by an inherent will to accept it like the crisp inhale of fall air.  I wonder if humanity will fully choose to accept that the reality of everything experienced by our five senses is simply a means and that love is truly the way.

Just wondering…

Peace,

Chris

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