I am on a quest
the little king has gone home
and the mighty chowla is stuffed back into a corner of the bedroom.
new occupants have arrived in the shape of a rob and a glen
the glen being a Glenda
so far today we have chatted and had cups of
the men are on stairs still and there are now four solid wooden steps with more to go.
the weather has taken a sharp dive introducing a wind from the south bringing extra layers and another log on the fire.
the quest has been my companion for as long as I can remember
it is what has driven me to open my mind
to seek into shadowy places
and confront the stories of how it all is.
invariably I have come to ideas of knowing of certitude
an arrogance if you will.
I know I am not alone in this
it is how we are made to answer the question.
the right answer tick the not right wrong.
what if this is playing into the delusion / illusion
the ego self importance ?
what if we pause and look around…?
I can admit that I don’t know
that I really don’t have a clue
in that moment I am standing in the space of the question
and I notice a field of possibilities all around
in your heart and in mine.
perhaps we don’t have to work it out .
perhaps it is enough that we are seeking the way
that we are open
and that we are ready to grow to learn to love