I’ve been having a strange experience of myself lately. It feels undefined, subtle, complex, deep beyond words. It’s a shift or expansion of my usual mode of consciousness.

I think it’s the result of the past few years of asking: “What is my place in the world? What does it mean to experience a life filled with connection, that is beyond words, that is deeply meaningful?” It has arisen from time spent meditating, questioning, opening and relaxing, honing perception, to investigate the meaning of experience, connection, and reality.

This experience is certainly not the answer. But it’s a start. I catch glimpses into a spacious, vast emptiness that seems filled with something primal, something undefined, that cannot be encompassed with mere language. It feels lke the raw stuff of direct experience, and to confine it to words is to cut out 99% of its meaning. It feels like a Great Mystery.

Through these glimpses of the Great Mystery I can begin to see more clearly how everything is a wondrous mystery, every little thing holds its own secrets and surprises, everything is woven together into a single piece, the fabric of a universe that is spontaneous and alive in each moment.

I can begin to see that life, ordinary life, is indeed extraordinary, if we are simply open enough to it.