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This poetic metaphor captures the moment where one perches on the liminal threshold… Grace provides the rest. What might be seen at the time as frightening, sad, painful or tumultuous is often what many are grateful for as the catalyst for self-remembering and being knowingly what we have always been.
Compulsive thinking distracts us from this ‘pristine’ moment and the perfection that is ever-present. Most will feel the need to become engaged with “alarms” the mind sounds about the past and future. The following metaphor describes detachment from thought to reveal this pristine perfection – regardless of what mind may say.
The phrase “there’s no place like home” has been attributed to several sources however most are familiar with it from L. Frank Baum’s “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.”
If one associates home as the comfort of being surrounding by cherished objects in a familiar location then, (not if but), when these objects go and the location changes, one might feel lost.
Where one sits may affect their view and experience of happenings. This metaphor illustrates the “pendulum” effect of ebbing and flowing, in and out, losing sight of then finding oneself again. At some point there is a stabilization. One’s default is reset to equanimity and harmony; in but not of the world.