there is nothing amiss

There is nothing amiss in the world

This realisation came to me earlier today. I was in Oxford, in a busy shopping street. I was going about my business in a busy way as well, in the flow with every one else. And suddenly I had to stop. Someone was busking, playing a violin, and the classical music issuing force was beautiful, soulful. And I simply had to stop and listen. And all around there was this hustle and bustle, the noise and commotion as we went about our busy shopping. And despite this background of busy-ness, this violin music cut right through, to a part of me that was still and silent and spacious.

The music touched me. It touched that part of me that is beyond the mayhem that we humans call life. And as often happens with such moments, eventually the energy bubbled up to my consciousness as a thought. And the thought was this: there is nothing amiss in the world.

And of course, if I were to have this thought without being in such a deep space of consciousness, then I would have to declare myself insane: to look around at the chaos and the trouble that we humans have been creating for so many years, millennia, and which we are continuing to create, even when we should know better. This is not the forum to attempt to list the unending list of craziness that we humans participate in. But even with all that madness, we can see, in moments of stillness, that there is nothing wrong in the world. It is paradoxical, really, as everything about the enlightened perspective is. To see that on the one hand, almost everything we humans do, is completely messed up. And at the same time to know that there is nothing wrong in the world. It cannot be explained logically, and yet it is the truth.

I am deeply indebted to that violinist who was playing in Oxford this afternoon.