enigma

I’ve always loved the tiny revelations of our being microcosms of the macrocosm.

The universe gifts us sweet reminders of our nature.

Sounds of sea in savasana syncing as breath. Spines of leaves depicting centre partings of hair. Patterns upon sand from breezes of wind replicate patterns upon skin. Shades of sky, leaves and earth perfectly scattered in eyes. Roots of trees slink like veins.

Weather systems shift mirroring our emotions and thoughts.

Countless distractions entice us to forget the universal truths. Yet we only need notice our surroundings to recognise the intricate interconnectedness of all.

There is more to connect us. Than to separate us.

Our nature is constantly reflected to us.

We are an enigma: our purpose, how we came to be, our bodies, where we travel after our last breath.

Our bodies, minds and hearts are enigmas; how they function, communicate, their purpose.

We think we know much, yet we know so very little. There are many devoted to seeking the answers or proclaiming to have discovered them. Even those of us proclaiming to be experts have only scratched the surface.  

I feel the enigma is the purpose. To know that we will never know demands a great degree of faith in something more than self. It demands surrender.

There is beauty in knowing the mystery will remain forever.

We’re so much more than the physical. Yet our physical bodies are the pathways to knowing the unknowing.

Moments of meditative movement reveal that the unknowing is okay. There’s a sense of understanding oneself that goes far beyond any language of words. When breath and felt sense merge, we realise that our eternal lack of understanding any and everything is quite alright.

The magic lies in the mystery.

For an imagined version can be more fulfilling than a reality.

Notes of music, strokes of a paintbrush, bodies poured into patterns can all be portals to understanding the enigmas. And understanding that we don’t need to know.

The wisest among us are those who understand we shall never know.

It’s all an enigma.

And mystery is magical.

Pathways to presence, to truth, and unknowing involve less tech, more boredom, less thinking, more feeling. More movement, breath, kindness and compassion.

Knowing that we will never know can be the most fulfilling, revealing practice.

Enigma.