“When the work of the Tao is done, it is forgotten. That is why it lasts forever.”
For the previous six days, I have been reading the next day’s verse as soon as I had posted my blog entry to think and meditate upon the new one before blogging on it the following morning. Yesterday, much of the day had passed before I remembered to read the above passage. Yet another paradox, I shook my head in resignation to bewilderment.
Feeling a huge disconnect, both electronically and personally, I posted a Facebook status update to that effect. Thanks to a pointed question from a caring friend, coupled with this process, other books I’m reading, and the loving support of others, the work of the Tao was done in me at twilight last night. I was gently and lovingly shown “the Way.”
Although I will not soon forget (hang in there short term memory!) sitting on the deck, feeling the rough-hewn wood of the Adirondack rocker on my palms, back, and legs, enjoying the cool breeze blowing wayward strands of my hair across my face, or hearing the cawing of the crows that inexplicably gather by the dozens every evening on the rooftop of the house next door, I’ve already completely forgotten the before and during of that moment.
When pierced by the light, the darkness is gone forever. I only have today–right now. As I walk in the right now it is eternity—one moment at a time.