In the rhythm of our lives, we often drift past moments without noticing their weight, like passing trees on a familiar road. Yet, there are times when something, like a tree catching the light just right, beckons us to pause. We enter a silent dialogue with this tree, an unspoken understanding of its existence. It's a subtle descent into the mystery of our own being.
Here, in this shared moment with the tree, we sense a profound oneness, a depth without name that we name as God. It's a generosity, an infinity, welling up from the tree and within us. In this communion, the tree becomes divine, as do we, in our shared nothingness embraced by the sacredness of the moment. This is the fire we seek to nurture.
Similar fires blaze in every cornerstone of our lives: a lover's touch, a child's gaze, the enduring patience of trials, a whispered prayer, the quiet stillness of night. The divine gifts us with these fires, quiet yet luminous, intimate in their depths.
Sometimes, these moments are intense, leaving us forever changed. More often, they slip by unnoticed, fleeting as a breath. We return to the mundane, drowning out their whispers with the noise of daily life.
Yet, if we choose the path of contemplation, these fires become our guideposts. We begin to see our days through their light, realizing that amidst the rush, we skim the surface of our existence. We ache for depth, for the hidden oneness with God beneath our hurried steps.
So, we journey, seeking to live in the radiance of these fires, aware of their quiet fullness and the homecoming they offer. In their light, we find ourselves, no longer content to skim the depths of our souls but diving into the infinite communion that awaits.
