October, 2002
Where dwellest thou in the mighty scheme of things?
In the hallowed depths of earth or in the wild screes of heaven?
Will thou ponder now a moment the very in-between place
where thou dwellest in reality?
That place between heaven and hell called Earthly existence:
It his here where choices are made, fates are sealed,
lives and deaths are charted and forged
and shaped by forces unseen and oft feared.
Unsettling as it may seem,
the soul is entrenched in this life until
it sees fit to move on to the next life.
Life upon life adds layers, texture, complexity,
and flavor to the individual soulic experience,
all of which yields to an unfolding in the divine nature,
an unwrapping of the inner mysteries of the human soul.
These mysteries are so deeply imbedded in each soul
and so uniquely individual to each life that it takes
much, much effort to uncover and discover them within.
It is a strong aspect of human nature to be fascinated by mystery–
hence the popularity of the “whodunit” novels.
The intense love of collecting and the consumption of murder mysteries
points to the human love of hunting for clues.
They love the process of unraveling the truth
from a web and shroud of untruth.
It usually requires the elusive intuition to make
the final leap to the center of a mystery–
regular intellectual machinations are effective only up to a point.
The crucial breakthrough is always an intuitive one.
And so it is with the greater mysteries also:
the leap of faith, the flash of intuition, is always
the requisite missing piece–
the piece gained only through the heart.
