“In our modern hive, it feels at times that we are a colony of light-keepers buzzing about so fast that the flames we carry keep snuffing out…When we slow, the light we carry spreads.” Mark Nepo, Seven Thousand Ways to Listen, pp. 226-27.
The speed of light is said to be tremendously fast, shooting across the universe and across our globe every day. So how fast are we human doings moving when we accidentally snuff out our own light? Before you and I race out into the world today, a gate of heaven might open inside us if we tend the inner light slowly, carefully, for a little while first. If we do, this will surely change what happens next. If we buzz so fast that we snuff out our own flames, this too will change what happens next. Which path shall we choose?
Today I will be meeting with many people, going several places, on the move, as perhaps you will be. As I stop writing, may I tend the inner light right now, slowing to spread light later.
For more thoughts like this see Monks in the World: Seeking God in a Frantic Culture.