I am Enjoying the Sun on my naked torso while my mind searches for answers. Answers to questions that I have asked repeatedly,so much so that I feel silly to be asking them still,yet nonetheless they remain. They hang out in the space of my consciousness in Bold Print as subtle neon beacons pulsing in still space in the windy ramblings of my mind's Chamber. If you walked up fresh and gazed upon this internal scenario there would be nothing to stand out as a marker of my effort. Nonetheless,I guess this is a kind of State-of-Man sort of thing. I do not feel alone nor accomplished.
Faith is the Space between answered prayers (it has been said). "When should you ask them again"?,I say to myself. How long should you wait before uttering them once more,assuming that you have 'Eyes to See'?
I wait.....peering into the silence of listening. I bring my Heart in on this Conferenced Awareness,and I pray that I am aware of the answer when it presents itself.
Many wise people report that the answer is In the question. They say that the two are One. If you look beyond the question you will get lost,moving away from truth. It is easy to produce an answer of your own creation out of desire for one. So greed can get in the way producing a false 'ping'. Prayer, it seems to me, in a way, is like 'testing for echo'. Answers may not become apparent on Our Timetable,but perhaps when we are at peace enough that they become Inwardly obvious. Perhaps when we are ready to hear them,are actually open to what they are,irrespective of our 'wants',they may be there....where it is likely they have been all along.