Dreaming Something New
not knowing is not the end, it's where new worlds begin
how do we sense-make
in a world that has gone a little mad
as we venture further and further into unknown territory
losing sight of familiar landmarks
our anchors
our bearings
where are they to be found
in times past
when nothing made sense
where did they turn
perhaps they leaned on faith
on god
on the mystery itself
to find their way
but what do we do
in a world that has dismissed these things as delusion
that has reduced the numinous to nonsense
the mystery to facts and figures
the cost of such reduction
echoes through us
we feel the grief bristle in our bodies
the angst wells up in our throat
the disillusionment thickens in our mind
and still we know
not where to go
what to do
even our best logic falters
we grope in the darkness
to light the candle of hope
but without the numinous
the wick stays cold
and the dark remains unlit
but it is here
in the darkness
at the threshold of not-knowing
that re-imagining begins
in the hidden crevices of the imagination
new stories grow
in the unseen
in the not yet revealed
the seeds of tomorrow lie dormant
yes in the fertile ground of what we cannot name or hold
something new sprouts, something alive
from the deep recesses of the earth
we dream something wild
and in shared soil it grows
yes
the numinous is the birthplace of possibility
it is through our surrender
our not seeing how
that we make our way
trusting the threads we cannot see
so in this time of darkness
when clarity slips and meaning frays
may we turn our faces towards the mystery once again
in this age of unraveling
we are called to stitch new worlds from old threads
so come
kneel in the dark soil with me
let the earth remind us
let the silence speak
let us imagine our way home
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