There is a sense of undisturbed presence that abides underneath all this beauty. At first glance, yes, it’s a simple village. There is definitely an active life here of some sort. There are probably some poor people living here, there are working people here, there are children here, there is suffering here, there is happiness, there is discontentment…there are tall and short people, strong and weak, sick and semi-healthy, healthy, apple loving people, rude, beautiful, kind, narcissistic, big nosed, peaceful with long legs…there is a woman that loves to read books, there is an intelligent old man and an agitated village dentist…there is a young poet who deliberately makes himself necessary to everyone...there is a little boy running up the mountains and spending the good part of the day up in the mountains… there is a man secretly passionate about ballet, there is a young girl dreaming of Paris, there is an older lady picking wild flowers and there is a younger man that is in love with the older lady picking flowers….in other word, a normal human existence…a simple life full of beauty, drama, jealousy, hate, love, chaos, growth, evolution, expectations and creativity…
What is it then that makes this place so peaceful and calming to a passerby like me? I don’t know but I feel that a space like this has an inexplicable way of resetting the human noise waves to a frequency of unperturbed calmness – day and night.
When all go to bed, somehow a certain reality that is completely foreign to most, perhaps only known to the village priestess, comes to the foreground and magically balances out the daily agitation and commotions - brings clarity, forgiveness and vitality to the following morning. People wake up refreshed and vibrant and continue living their daily lives without even understanding or questioning what it is inside them that makes it possible for them to love again and forgive again. Therefore because of this unawareness, the cycle of life and death - to which this life in the material world is bound - keeps turning and turning in perpetuity. This push and pull, this drama is the only way we can experience life at all. There is no other way and that is absolutely ok.
All is well and, whether we know it or not, all is secretly forgiven at all times.
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