Diary Essay – Spiritual Birth
Diary Essay – Spiritual Birth We are born physically, passing through the narrow passage of flesh — through that first dark tunnel that knows neither words nor thoughts, only thrusts, pressure, and an irresistible direction forward. But perhaps that is only the beginning of a much longer birth. Life in the physical dimension continues to be a birth canal in another form. All the walls we crash into; all the pains that fold us into silence; all the wounds, resistances, contradictions, and limitations — they are our ongoing birth, a spiritual passage through the narrowness of human existence. And we, in truth, are not yet truly born. The time we live is like the chronology of a prolonged “approach” toward a light we still cannot bear. All the “shaking and rubbing,” the friction of the soul against the rough matter of the days, seems like a mere mechanics of motion, a forced inertia. But perhaps movement is the condition of life. Perhaps the world has been given to us as a learning mo...