礼品之路 ( Lǐpǐn zhī lù ) – the Gift of Y

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“Why” is not always crystal clear.

And most often she is a tormentor of our souls, as we struggle to breathe, battle to find reason and meaning in loss & suffering.

This “why” remains illusive for as long as we are unable to see that loss is gain, the rhythm of life loss & gain & loss again.

Another “why” just outside of our reach is the “why” of our existence.

Why our Origin would choose to breathe us into being.

To love us.

To be our Sourceror.

A why inexplicable,  even more so when we turn to science, hoping to find wisdom about our origin.

For the ways of (s)He who spoke a thought and brought to life a Universe, so intricately woven that centuries of research and investigation could bear nothing more than a glimpse of its wondrous delight, is hidden to the eyes of us, in our uniqueness of forged together wind & earth.

They “why” of choosing our counter-part, of busying ourselves with bearing children, of loving other beings, of dedicating our time & energy on providing food & shelter & comfort, of doing something, a work, a job – this “why” should not be outside our reach.

And if we look to see, how it came to be, it will be visible, a thought threaded through every action with careful hands.

At times moving us.

Inspiring us.

Sometimes barely holding our garment together.

Our “why” changes shape.

It takes on different form at different times, its essence however consistent.

And if we are gifted, to remember “why”, the peace & love, which always frame our happiness, floods our being.

Every twist & turn, every moment & choice and cosmic wave washing us up on shores unknown, an astounding anomaly.

And so I breathe that we’ll receive this gift.

Of “why”.

Remembering why we chose and did and was and is.

Why we are.

Here.

Now.

At-oned with (s)He whose “why”, although capricious,  is woven into everything and everyone in every place and every time.

For in remembering we come to be.

Happy.

A little more in every moment.

And every circumstance.

In every experience.

And every encounter.

For it is the moments & encounters, which complete the patchwork of our existence, beyond mere existence.

Threading it into exquisiteness.

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