COSMIC CLOTHESPINS

My days melt like a wonderful liquid, one into the next—a pure and smooth continuum of time with no punctuation, no stopping.

Yet there is a punctuation called rest; something which happens higher up, above all the real movement of days.

There is stillness quieter than I’ve ever seen. It must be me. I must have changed. I’m noticing these things that always were and always will be. In fact, that’s exactly what I’m seeing. Eternity. Flashes of enlightenment. "Men may come and men may go, but I go on and on."

Today I was painting in the back yard when I noticed the clothespins on a wire just behind the cherry tree I was sitting under. I noticed a glow around the clothespins. The clothespins were these cosmic objects right there, right in front of me. So simple yet so profound.

I fear those who read this will think me crazy. But I assure you, this is the opposite of a crazy experience. It is simply and purely wonderful. It is truly wonderful—clothespins that glow—and right in my own back yard!

Filling the space between me and the clothespins is this Eternal Silence. Stillness made up of the atoms of Eternity. Quietness that is quieter than quiet. Bliss that is more comfortable than I’d ever imagined.

And the clothespins—they mean so much more than I ever knew. They have become the portals, the entrance, into another world.