I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong things. Wait without love, for love would be love for the wrong things; there is yet faith, but the faith, and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought for you are not ready for thought. So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing”. -T.S.Eliot, East Coker,*The Four Quartets
Require the soul to dance in the emptying stillness of waiting. Not for the truth of what we are at this moment in temporal existence. For these moments are too insignificant when taken alone for one to be able to perceive the majesty of what we truly seek. For what we seek is outside the veil of time, beyond anything material. Open to the essence of something much larger and wilder, and when that comes into being, wait over and over again. There is real faith, the soul waiting without hope continuously from epiphany to epiphany. For at the opposite end of hope is patience as patience thus wrapped in mindfulness.