Hidden Treasure

Seeing as a sixth sense is not always seeing, sometimes it is hearing, feeling, smelling, or even tasting. We are captivated by certain things through our senses that we can not quite know, like some mystery we can not quite solve or understand.

Yet.

We are lured in. Invited. Pulled. Coerced. Even gently shaken. Something doesn’t let us go. There is some reality in the thing that we simply find fascinating. If it is music or song, we can hear something, but we can’t even say what or why it is.

But we hear it. Something is actually there, even though no one else can hear it. We hear it. We know it is there. Our spirit makes us restless. There is a song there, just beyond the horizon, just above what we can see. It is there. It really is there!

So we press on. We lean in. We listen intently. What is there? What is this song? We don’t know. We can’t know until we start. Until we look at the blank canvas. The blank piece of paper in front of us. Stare it it. Look closely. Don’t be afraid.

Jump into to the blankness.

Once we are there, the notes begin to string together. Concepts begin to merge. Lines start to connect. Soon we are on our way to some mysterious new creation, the beginnings of which we do not yet see, but feel assuredly just the same.

Once we enter that mysterious world, things begin to move around and into place. Like entering a Dali painting, the world is familiar but new. Strange. Abstract, yet recognizable. “Normal” things are there but bent into abnormal new realities.

And this produces inside us the freedom to detach what is normally connected. We are suddenly permitted to explore new connections that are not as apparent, that is, visible.  We start to see the invisible by seeing the visible in brand new ways!

The universe expands and shrinks at the same time. The simplest objects become immensely interesting. Everything becomes one new thing in that way. The world becomes illuminated. Turned on. The hidden essence of things becomes vividly real.

We begin to see, to really see. And with that emerges an almost whole new set of feelings. Uncharted new territories in soul and spirit. We are drawn in. Joy. Longing. Ecstasy. All attempts to explain what is happening as we enter into that place.

We become part of the painting.  We enter the song.  We find ourselves in the story.  We let go of our neverending need to question how and lose ourselves in playfulness.  Yes, the wonder of the child, again. We start playing again in the freedom we once had.

Notes become our sandbox. Brush strokes our toy trains and tractors. We lose ourselves, and yes in that lostness we find something of great price. We find something utterly intoxicating, but not in the drunken sense. In the truest sense.

We are there. We are where we had always hoped was real. We are in the place only few ever find. We are in Life itself. As the baby being born finds himself alive in the terrible wonder of being alive. We are alive. We are here. We are free.

This is the hidden treasure. And its been here all along.