Too Simple

This morning I awoke to see a strong wind blowing nearly horizontally, throwing a mixture of snow and rain into a chaotic fury. An hour later, the weather transitioned into a sparkling display of calm and sunshine. Light reflected from a dusting of white crystals on the lawn and sparkled on the icy road in front of of our house—a glorious gift of luminosity. This is typical of winter’s changeable moods. One moment a storm, and the next a peaceful beauty.

Life meanders through alternating currents of storm and calm, light and dark. In between, we can behold the dance as a wondrous display of a wise universe maintaining balance. If we fall to either side, we enter an unbalanced world of likes and dislikes which throws us into a tizzy. It seems like such a simple teaching from nature would be easily integrated into our lives. But I guess it takes lifetimes to learn such simplicity.

It is said that Buddha, at the moment of his enlightenment, thought, “What I have discovered is to close to be seen, too wondrous to be imagined, and too simple to be grasped”. He knew it was next to impossible to put words on the spacious experience of a precious moment. I imagine if one were to tell you everything you wanted or needed to know was in every nanosecond of awareness, you would probably think they were crazy or at the very least, deluded. I admit to being deluded.