I walked through my garden where I had cut a path through the tall grasses and wildflowers and there basking in a patch of sunlight was a large grass snake.
Before I turned the corner to see it, I didn’t know the snake would be there, I was just happily humming a tune in my head as I approached a bench to sit and enjoy a cup of herbal tea.
I stopped suddenly and the snake, which hadn’t been moving, also stopped. Then slowly it slunk into the shadows under my workshop.
I didn’t know this would happen. How beautiful! To not know what will happen next. I expected to walk to the bench and enjoy a cup of tea, but a snake and I stared at each other in silent wonder. I backed away and it backed away.
Who backed me away?
The Te of Tao created what appears to be me and what seems like a snake. And all those lush tall grasses and wonderful flowers bending in the summer breeze. This Beauty is the leaf that falls from the tree, and is the ground that takes it, is the tree that lets it go.
Trying to understand it is not as lovely and wonderful as simply witnessing it. Oh my. I love it. It is my Beloved. Not even mine. But I love it.
I love not knowing.
I love not knowing what will happen next.
Sometimes it turns me left and other times right.
I wonder to myself how I can be so empty-headed, not even knowing what my next step will be. And as I type, a wasp flies in through the window. What turns it left and then right? I usually help them out by directing them to the gap but this time I let it be, and it has already gone back into the garden.
Do I need to know this beautiful enigmatic Something?
Do I need to know Myself?
Who knows?
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