Secrets

It is all about secrets. We all have them deep in our hearts, thinking they are hidden from the world by not speaking the words, by not drawing the pictures, but their energy cannot be contained.

It seeps out, surrounding us like a force field, protecting us even when we feel no need for protection, hiding our face from the fears that hover over us, eating holes in our hearts as real as those made by knives. Cutting us open little by little until, in the end, we succumb before our time. Perhaps it would be better to simply open up and let them out.

Reasons for secrets are often fairy tales, children's stories based on children's understanding. We are more innocent than we think, more beautiful than we can imagine and the suffering of exposing our secrets can be the final push towards Samadhi. It can be the moment when the Silence is so filled with light that we are blinded.

And it may not. It may only be the lessening of the pressure to be what we are not, the freedom to be more of what we are.

Whatever happens, I believe the secrets in our lives drive us in unnatural ways down highways paved with hazards. It is just very frightening to give up the known for the unknown, to admit we are not who we pretend to be. If only we can understand that our secrets already lay in the hands of a power greater than we can imagine, that it is only in this world they are invisible and we need to take them out, hold them gently in our arms, wrapped up in blankets if necessary, and gaze into their eyes. Once we get to know them, they are not as different from us as we might like to believe.