No Reply January 5, 2015
Posted by nrhatch in Mindfulness, Nature, Poetry, Spirit & Ego.trackback
Silent stars twinkle
in the ebony night sky
Ancient muted light
radiates to greet the eye
The eternal now
echoes ~ I ask, “Why am I?”
I listen . . .
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Spirit Lights The Way 
Be…simply be…
“I am that I am.”
A beautiful and reflection and pause this morning Nancy.
The part of us that asks why cannot hear the answer.
And sometimes that’s because the answer isn’t “out there” at all. Look deep, the answers lie within.
How very peaceful! It’s nice to know that not having an answer doesn’t mean I have to stress or worry!
Yes, we need not drive past our headlights as the path unfolds before us.
I wonder what would happen if all those asking why actually got their answer. Would they do anything with that information?
And if they did . . . would it be the right “anything”?
Some might start writing “the book” before living the experiences upon which it was to be based.
Knowing the destination might get in the way of the journey.
I think you’re right.
Putting the cart in front of the horse doesn’t work well.
…because you are…here right now!
In the flow of life we are content to just be . . . as the path unfolds before us.
We are patient and allow life to unfold in its own way and time.
Beautiful, Nancy.
Thank you for not laughing as I bay at the moon. š
A beautiful poetic turn on the eternal infernal question. š
Yes . . . the eternal infernal question.
Why? . . . To Be Happy
But what if weāre not? What then?
Existential Angst.
I got an answer this morning, not totally unexpected and I didn’t ask…. why me!
The Universe is a tricky confounding rabbit. Sometimes the answer appears before we voice the question.
That’s beautiful. There’s something about January that makes us all contemplative.
Agreed.
The journey between what you once were and who you are now becoming is where the dance of life really takes place.
~ Barbara DeAngelis
And January is a great time to reflect on our dance card.
…and then, all of the sudden, the reply comes. Beautiful, Nancy!
Yes. Continuing to put one foot in front of the other is good . . . provided that we are headed in the right direction.
Of course, sometimes the fog we encounter is the Universeās way of saying, āTurn Around. Youāre on the WRONG road.ā š
The beauty and wisdom of uncertainty. [Nod to Alan Watts]
Yes. In uncertainty lies all possibility.
It’s a nice time of year – for me always a time of renewal – to reflect on things. You know, Nancy, your poem is meaningful to me. We have an amazing night sky here in the country as I think we’ve talked about before. “The night is a starry dome..” as Joni Mitchell sang. And it does rather put me in my place metaphorically speaking.
Even those of us who don’t make resolutions or set goals often “pause and reflect” as the calendar shifts from one year to the next.
When we lived on the banks of the Chesapeake Bay, the night sky beckoned with brilliant intensity ~ both above and below, as the moon and stars cast shimmering reflections on the murky depths.
Of course, no reply. Some matters are better left unanswered/unexplained. š
Agreed. āA good traveler has no set plans and is not intent on arriving.ā ~ Lao Tzu
Lovely. Maybe it’s the time a year, but I certainly have been asking. What’s all this for lately. Lovely words.
Thanks, Barb. January is a good time to ponder the big questions . . . even if we don’t expect instant answers.
The biggest, most important questions have no simple answers.
Agreed.
We are here, and it is now. What else is there? ~ Kobi Yamada
You all are so patient and philosophical. Truth be told, I hate not getting an answer. Excuse me? I’m talking to you. Echoes!! Speak to me, now! See? I confess I am a bad philosopher. Your post, however, is lovely.
Hahaha! When I was in the midst of leaving the practice of law, I spent hours and hours trying to discern what I should do next. I read books, studied childhood interests, talked to friends. No clear answer appeared.
Impatient and frustrated, I shook my fist at “the sky,” and shouted, “Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it!” No reply. That settled it, in an unsettled sort of way.
I stopped practicing law, stepping into the unknown without a safety net and I . . . bounced. Like a Bumble. The sky did not fall. I did not end up on the bread line.
Now, I’m content to flow from day to day and year to year without making far reaching plans. If I decide today to go to Turkey next year, who’s to say that next year’s me wouldn’t have preferred Morocco?
Perfect stress free zone!
Allowing the path to unfold step by step takes some getting used to, but my footing is surer than when I try to drive past my headlights.
Being able to accept no answer and then trust the feeling in our gut to guide us is hard š
Necessity is the mother of invention. When no answers are forthcoming, we may need to take a leap (or more) in the dark.
āLiving is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark.ā ~ Agnes De Mille
Beautiful ā¤ AND I loved all your comments and awesome quotes.
Thanks, Yolanda. Glad you enjoyed the conversation. I did too.
lovely poem
Thanks, Patty.
Silence leaves space for possibility. You express yourself well in your poems, Nancy.
Thanks, Debra. Sometimes I enjoy the Less is More of poetry, a loose knit shawl rather than a heavy tapestry of words.