First performed at fundraiser for Women Writing for a Change Oct. 20, 2018
“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face. now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.” —Corinthians 13:12
Does the door to possibilities always begin with a question?
As if to gain admission to that realm implies searching for more.
More what? Information? Clarity? Vision? Answers?
(I hold up a glass half-full)
“The glass is half full,” says the optimist.
“The glass is half empty,” says the pessimist.
“Just make the glass smaller,” says the scientist.
The Jester pops up and says, “But what is in the glass?”
(I drink the liquid)
“Ah, to Hell with questions and possibilities. Give me the experience.”
“Not so fast”, says the poet.
“Remove your rose-colored lenses.
(I take off tinted glasses)
Is not this place we find ourselves
a riddle to be solved?
Is it the questions we can’t answer
that teach us how to think?
We must consider all the possibilities.
Like the story of the blind men and the elephant.
We only see a part.
Is it a wall? A rope? A fan? A column?
The part contains the whole, but can the whole ever be named?
Can what passes for Truth ever be studied empirically?”
“No”. says the mystic.
“There are worlds within worlds of which we know nothing.
Nor do we need to know.
The door of possibilities swings wider
than we can even imagine.
Remove your shoes, take off your hat.
(I remove shoes and hat)
Allow your feet to draw up the support of earth.
Allow the sun to fall full upon your face.
You do not need a reason to be whole.
For inside this realm is a hall of brightly polished mirrors.
Each one reflecting back to itself
infinite facets of light…the outpouring of essence.
Here in lies the source of all possibility.
The perennial web without a weaver,
Bringing us face to face with the mystery.”
by Alan Hundley
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