The Race Was On

Quantum Source ... Quantum World ... Quantum Void ... Quantum You!

The race was on
Everyone was running 🏃 to get there
Yet it appeared no one could see the finish line

Remember to keep striving and somewhere around the next bend

that illusive trophy will be there
Then comes another bend in the road then another

and then another and then another

Eventually the body becomes weary and the mind begins to doubt
Is there really that promised land of peaceful satisfaction

that years of wanting to be the best you can be shows up
Or is it a fleeting illusion egged on by transient fans
Ghosts in the wind that have no form or substance

Then the marathon no longer has the allure of bygone days
The human self of false gods and promises unkept
Starts to wither in the hot, unforgiving sun
Stumbling along looking for that solace of tranquil shade
The race comes to a jarring holt
The legs will not take another step

Collapsing in the dusty desert sand
Vultures circling in clockwise giddy array
Through cloudy eyes of vaporous veils of despair
All striving slithers into this roadside ditch

He is left with nothing to hold onto
There is now no place to go or really nothing to do
Totally exhausted

the human, striving engine has become defunct

Then from someplace deep within

beyond human striving
This old human self steps aside
A deep stirring begins to emerge from his very core
A core of seeming Nothingness

and yet a POWER and a POSSIBILITY

that far surpasses his human dream body
It is an ethereal clarion call to join forces

within the depths of this arising POWER

The only request to be the author and creator

Is to LET GO of all human striving
Dissolve all beliefs, stories and myths of this old, marathon runner

and just be still in the silence of

ALL POTENTIAL and POWER
For this new Self has a Source Force that goes far beyond anything

the old runner can even imagine

Arising from the ashes of this old self is

an Eagle with wings outspread
Soaring on the currents of an Eternal Wind

that can see from above the trees
Joined with elemental, subatomic forces

the Eagle glides along unimpeded

his destiny not written by him
but for him

For all the myriad forces of this Universal Intelligence are available

within an envelope of mysterious guidance and protection
He is now safe within the Arms of the Divine Creative Void

just one thought away from another adventure

into Formless Form