礼品之路 ( Lǐpǐn zhī lù ) – The Gift of Being where we Are

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I believe we have a single Origin.

A common Origin.

One from Whom we all come.

Our Source, Who fashioned us from earth and infused us with Wind, to bring into being, something which never existed before.

Unique.

Precious.

Us.

All of us.

Not just in a moment, a very long time ago, which we would describe as ‘in the beginning’.

After which we were left to our own devices, to breed and stumble on through time.

In a moment, of intimacy, many moments of intimacy, between a man and a woman, who had been impregnated with Devine Creativity, as all of us are, never on our own, but in intimacy.

Co-creating.

Always in togetherness.

With each other.

And with our Origin.

Even if we are unaware of it.

In that moment.

Or in the many moments of creation.

And you were fashioned.

I was formed and folded.

From earth.

Infused with Wind.

To come into being.

And be.

Now.

Here.

Wherever ‘here’ may be for you.

And wherever ‘here’ has come to be, for you and for me, in this very moment.

For our Origin does not abandon what has been lovingly created & infused & brought into being.

Our Origin does not abandon you.

Or me.

Or any one of us.

Just look at the sun, which rose again, to bring day & warmth to all.

Look at the moon, which brings rest & relief to every one.

Feel the rain, with all the life it brings, which falls everywhere, for everyone to quench their thirst.

Taste the food of the soil, growing always, from dying seeds into nourishing fruit, through seasons, bringing sustenance to every body.

We each so perfectly fashioned.

So exquisitely cared for.

In a world with water that does not run out & seasons which follow a perfect rhythm, day always dawning after night, gain always filling the space created by loss.

You are precious.

For you come from our Origin.

We are of inestimable value.

Even if we have been told and have come to believe a different truth, planted in our being through circumstances or the disconnected perceptions of the many with whom we’ve shared life.

Eventually telling ourselves this same story.

Acting from it.

Believing it with deeper faith than the most devout fundamentalist.

Hoping to create value for ourselves, as we try to collect degrees, or fortune, or fame, or family, or validation, or acknowledgement.

Never truly succeeding.

For value cannot be external.

It cannot come from outside.

It is in us.

It is us.

Intrinsically.

We are value.

We are hallowed.

For we come from hallowed hands.

All of us.

Not just the saved, or the so-called elect,  as religion would want us to believe.

Not just the white, or the black, as racism tries to convince us.

Not just the wealthy, or successful,  as materialism evangelizes.

Or the educated, as intellectualism would propose.

Or the famous and so-called beautiful, as media teaches.

Or the powerful and influential, as politics would want to have it.

Each one of us are exquisitely precious, beyond anything we could ever understand, for we are the work of the Origin’s hand.

And we receive the gift of being.

As our Origin is.

Now.

Here.

And in being here, in receiving this gift, we bear the opportunity to experience.

And to create.

As we have been created.

Alongside our Origin Who is our Source and Sourceror.

Through our words and actions.

As our Origin once, and still, brought & brings into being, through Word & Action.

Life, where there is no life.

Hope, where hope has been destroyed.

Love, where hate has all but quenched the beauty.

Peace, where war & death seems to be the only way.

Where we are, there cannot be war, or hate, or hopelessness.

And yet, there is.

Our kind not living, but being, where we are, from something other than the Wind with which we have been infused.

Ethinic & religious division, greed, disappointment – the norm.

War waged in the name of gods by countries & groups & peoples.

Hunger ignored in the name of comfort and disregard.

Killing.

Destroying.

Consuming beauty & leaving a trail of black death.

My own country, once, for a moment a glimpse of what can be, now a pile lf greed and avarice, consumed by division and hate and greed and loss and disappointment.

Fathers abandoning children.

Mothers killing them before they could see the light of day.

Daughters being raped.

Sons being diminished into pathetic cringing worms.

Arrogance praised.

Rapacity revered.

The weak forgotten.

The frail discarded.

Expression of how little we understand, of how valuable we are.

All of us.

And yet we are.

And sometimes we come to see.

And as we see, we bring with us that glimpse of how it could be.

To where we are in that very moment.

Not with sweat & tears.

Regenerated in our at-one-ment.

Unable to be anything else anymore.

Filled.

Again.

With Wind Divine.

To be complete.

And bring completeness.

Where we are.

And so I encourage you to see your value.

Yours.

As you came to be and are and become, from our Origin.

To see more than just your earth.

To see your Wind as well.

To breathe and be filled.

And be transformed.

Regenerated.

And you will be the gift.

And where you are will be changed.

Our world a little kinder.

A little happier.

Because you are.

This your reason.

To be.

Wind and earth.

Complete.

Where you’ve come to be.

A little simple, you may think.

That, however, is the Way of the Gift.

It is received.

Unanounced.

By you & me.

Without request.

Or work.

Or effort.

Our Origin patiently waiting.

For our kind.

For you.

For me.

To live again.

As we are fashioned.

From all that we are.

So set aside the fear.

The belief that you must create your value.

And open the gift you’ve had in your hands, from long before you came to be.

Here.

Now.

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