The subtle movements of the trees on the little mountain near my home comprise a window into another universe. Of course, most people simply refuse to believe in such windows. But even those who do (to whatever extent) cannot see it. It’s (nearly) always there. Wide open.

Of course, most people who live here cannot even see the mountain. Often, when I point it out in conversation, I hear exclamations such as: “Wow! Where did that come from?” In their defense, we live in a city, and the mountain is relatively small (even though it takes up some 2/6ths of the skyline). Some people are aware of it, however, and a few even notice the trees; but even they cannot see the window.

I was completely oblivious to it for years. The discovery was almost accidental. We don’t really know how to see and participate in these kinds of things… because our culture doesn’t include them in its lexicons or traditions.

But there is a living window there. And if one is intrepid enough to traverse it many unexpected discoveries await. Inner eyes are awakened, whose ‘seeing’ is a way of radical understanding… and adoration. Eyes whose vision is worthy to follow into developmental excellence.

Ironically, this kind we have… the eyes that see light and form… can be exceptionally confusing. Especially when they cannot notice living windows… to other universes… so near at hand as to be practically slapping us in the face.

“I can’t believe I never saw that before. Are you sure it’s been there the whole time?”