So Close, So Far

From enlightenment, I feel so far, and yet so close, at times. A change of mind, is all it takes, I understand. So simple, so difficult. Because the process of awakening has its own rhythm, that cannot be rushed. With patience, I follow the necessary meanderings of not yet ready mind.

From T.S. Eliot, in Little Gidding, Number 4 of Four Quartets:

We shall not cease from exploration

And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time.

An Endless Spiral

In the plane, taking us from San Francisco to Hong Kong, with plenty of time to meditate, and doodle  . . Here is an endless double spiral, about what it feels like to go back and forth, between two worlds, up at the surface, outside, and down at the roots, inside.

Endless process.