Light on the Edge

 

 

 

 

"A thought may touch

the edge of our life

with light."

 

John Trowbridge

American Writer

Everyone has experienced a time in life when some kind of understanding flashes across the mind's eye, but it disappears before we can apply words or comprehension.  There are other occasions when something is tickling our brain, just barely noticeable and yet annoying.  What is it that lingers just on the edge of  perception?

 

If we believe in the 'spiritual realm' we can speculate we have just been touched by 'an angel's wing' or a higher spirit has attempted to send us a special thought.  If we believe in past lives, we can wonder if something from a different life time was just triggered by a thought or word or action.  We may just refer to it as a magical moment.

 

When we enter this world, most of us believe our mind's are a clean slate, just waiting for experience to begin our collection of knowledge.  Then there are some  believing we enter this world with knowledge already imprinted on our brain.  In either case, one might sense the thought touching us with light, may have just found its way up through our cluttered minds or just bubbled up to the surface.

 

On occasion we may meet a person who will string random words together that suddenly dance in our heart.  We search this person's face to see if he has any way of reacting to our sudden inner moment, but there is none.  We may stop this person mid-sentence saying, "How did you know that?"  The person may respond, "Know what?"   

 

What makes sleeping thoughts suddenly awaken?  Is it coincidence that some sort of alignment takes place orchestrated from a different sphere?  We can feel comfort by explaining it as simple synchronicity. 

 

If we really think deeply, however, we can sense the presence of the Divine  in more ways than we comprehend.  We are not puppets, not all.  We have freedom of choice with no strings attached, and yet ... there seems to be some kind of system in place that drops bits of profound knowledge into our consciousness, just like depositing a coin in the parking meter.  And yes, in time the thought does run out of time. 

 

There is mystery in life bringing both sadness and beauty.  We have varying levels of understanding.  Some things we feel in our gut, while others we feel in our heart, and then of course there is always the grave pain in the ass.   It is up to us to decipher these enlightened thoughts or carelessly let them slip away.