It is strange to be here.
The mystery never leaves you alone.
Behind you images; below you worlds; above you
your thoughts, the silence of another world waits.
A world lives within you
No one else can bring you news of this inner
world.
If we become addicted to the external, our
interiority will haunt us.
We will become hungry with a hunger no image,
person or deed can still.
To be wholesome we must remain truthful to our
vulnerable complexity.
In order to keep our balance, we need to hold the
interior and exterior, visible and invisible, known and unknown, temporary and
eternal, ancient and new, together.
No one else can undertake this task for
you.
You are the one and only threshold of and inner
world.
This wholesomeness is holiness.
To be holy is to be natural; to befriend the
world that comes to balance in you.
Behind the facade of image and distraction, each
person is an artist in this primal and inescapable sense.
Each one of us is doomed and privileged to be an inner artist who carries and shapes a unique
world
Anam Cara
A Book of Celtic Wisdom
John O’Donohue