In this spring season, all that died away and went back to earth last fall is now reborn as spring’s garden. What was returned to the Earth was received, digested and carries on in emerging, new life. In this way there is no end to possibility. Dying, leaping, leafing, budding, flowering. What is possible is not yet known. We imagine and mistake our imaginings for knowing, to avoid experiencing our vulnerability.
We imagine but truly don’t know. The whole shebang is changing all the time. We are always on uncertain ground. Rumi wrote these words, “Be helpless, dumbfounded, unable to say yes or no”. He points to that experience of being caught on shifting ground, the falling off a cliff of our expectation.
Sometimes the ground holds, stays put as expected. We are happy, fulfilled, or may not even notice. But sometimes the ground gives way leaving us lost, fearful, bitter. Our practice is to open to uncertainty that is true groundlessness, to receive the moments when the ground gives way with equanimity. And perhaps to be dumbfounded by the absolute nature of the garden of life.
