Off the Radar

In life, you are not that smart, not that exact in your understanding, not certain of all the quantum probabilities that litter the universe with or without the observation of the naked eye.

So what the hell does this mean?  What is in store for you on the bright and shiny horizons of a new day where you are a slave to activity and tasks and equations that fill your head that cannot explain gravity or the curvature of space or the refraction of time or the parsecs up ahead that stretch farther than your mind can even try to conceive.

Be on your best behavior in this universal bliss, and the rest will be surprises and serendipity on the synchronicity of starlight that is a billion years old that doesn’t even exist anymore, but sure is pretty at 11,000 feet on some Colorado peak.

Today, believe in backdoor winnings, the race where the last wins, the tortoise gets the gold medal, the rabbit cries a fast tear at the finish line and the sublime is about as close as you are going to get to figuring it all out in a moment’s notice.

Believe in goodness, in the feeling of wealth before you get money in the bank.  Believe in the masterpieces that are being created behind your back, before they are delivered to your front door.  Believe in parables so that reality can catch up somewhere before tomorrow shakes you down.

Decide that you don’t know and that unknowing will pave a truth to your soul, that open mindedness that you do not, cannot, will not have all the answers by morning, will then brighten the sunrise, sprout sunflowers on your path to perfection…and will leave you breathless.

All that you need may not be on your radar, in your head, in your consciousness, so agree to not know, to go and realize and wonder and feel and squeal in the middle of the road as the fox walks to the ravine and the deer smile and the clouds speak in Greek as the destinies are created underground near the alchemists secret caves, in medieval times, as the King wakes up in a castle and you wake up in mystery.