Under that Wide Open Sky

It is already too dark to sit and write these lines outside. Under that vast open evening sky. Rain over the Southern Mountains. A friendly sunset light towards the West. But what I miss most at this Oaktree Window Table is breathing in the delicious fresh evening air. And more, from here I can have my conversation with our Guardian Oak. But not with that shining Being of the open evening sky. I did that some minutes ago just before I set in the typing. Summer is moving quickly towards its ending and to cultivate that special feeling in writing barefoot under the open sky, I should now start earlier in the day.

There are things to tell about that outside experience. You can ‘hear the silence’ in the wide surroundings, paradoxical as it sounds. You can hear the slightly shrieking arrival of the train in the railway station down near the riverside. And the departure direction Göttingen. Not a big event, but it says that that famous old Georg-August-University-Town is not far away from here. By the way our landing here at the Weser-Diemel-confluence happened by sheer luck and not in relation to the presence of that old German Academy. We are trying to establish or “ground” a different dimension of wisdom in life experience here, than where the cerebralities of those Göttinger Wise Heads are standing for.

So, let the train depart and leave us back in that serene silence. Where two crows are flying down the valley towards an unknown destination. Their wisdom being embodied in their wingbeat. As mine goes down beyond my heartbeat towards the deeper unknown non-grounds of my spiritual heart. Far away from the world of empirical thruth, concepts, logic etcetera. What is meant here by wisdom is communicated and may be deepened into maturity in a non-conceptual, non-linguistic way. Trees could be a more adequate partner in conversation there. And the meeting with that Venerable Wise Old Being over there always takes place under a vast and wide open sky, where life is rooting, sprouting and spreading time and again anew. A place to be reborn and be revitalized, thanks to our Guardian Oaktree.