ZoralinQ. [Dawn in the forest is an unknown variable]
[Zora-dawn] [Lin- the forest] [Q- Is an unknown variable]
The closer you get to ZoralinQ, the closer you get to the edge. But, you find it isn’t like all things we think it is, “The Edge,” must be the end of a way. Whatever makes you take that next step, beyond the edge of what you think can find, welcomes you deeper into ZoralinQ. Past day, past night, past fright, and, eventually past that self!
You cannot help but first smell the aroma of those on the outskirts; the smoke from wood stoves, you remember the smell? Or, the heat of the laundry mat blowers, steam from the streets, bacon for breakfast, clean sheets, or, fresh-cut grass, hay, flowers, all wrapped up in visibly fresh air.
A day never ends on the outskirts of ZoralinQ. For our breakfast we sleep peacefully, without animosity for another. For lunch, we praise our task; recognized as started or completed. For supper we sing to all the living and their ancestors. Creatures, big and small. Then we retire with the blanket of knowledge, that we are all empowered to continue the walk, the inevitable path to self-realization, not the end, but into ZoralinQ.
Celebrations in every breath: should anyone walk towards, with commitment, after that silly incoherent step after “Thee” end, we celebrate their presence. Knowing they are empowered to walk the inevitable path, shortening it even greater for all of us, to be closer into ZoralinQ. Moving us all towards peace, with respect, compassion, understanding, into the living abyss of our Highest power.
What we know is of little importance. What we do, is significant, and will continue to be in the present… uneventful; non chaotic or disruptive.
We have to start with empty pockets, ready to fill with everything we need to know and to be able to teach a better version, a better path, from where we are coming from, and, the reasons for leaving them. We speak with humility, respect for all life, and for our honored personal traditions; giving us the direction, we should go, to continue towards ZoralinQ.
When we can see without your mind, beyond all memory, your vision is limitless. It helps us to concede that wisdom through understanding must precede our actions.
You bring a key-note to all our songs, and a place in the chorus that we have been missing, and have waited for.
No one lives in this place, of ZoralinQ; it’s only open to transient visitors. It is a place beyond the edge that is centered in the emptiness we came with. Never to have left it … we still wake up at the place we started…but, now knowing it is beyond the path that we began; another beginning edge, another step into becoming our true self.
Mysteries in ZoralinQ are never to be solved. They are meant to be understood. Never, with any significance, other than the chair we sit on, the tea we drink or the walks we take.
Serenity through peace, now and forever.
ZQ (fictional Guide)
R.K. Garon (Pilgrim mortal)