lemons


Every day is full of sacred intrigue. Like a secret agent who watches for signals from undercover associates, when we observe life with the inner eye we find clues for living a life of purpose. I was reminded of these tools of the dreamer’s trade when a lowly lemon became the unexpected carrier pigeon to deliver a message that reset my vision

lemons

Lemons are a perfect complement to my favorite daily treat – a glass of iced tea.
Problem was I had gone through all the photogenic fruit and was left with three bruised lemons bearing faded skin and a less than plump appearance. I had been keeping an eye on the damaged underachievers for some time, reluctant to throw them out in case an emergency would arise. And today just such an occasion occurred when I reached into my lemon basket to find nothing more than the three pathetic, shriveled fruits. Like picking an unpopular team member for my dodge ball team, I examined each one carefully in an effort to determine which would be the least disappointing choice. After carefully making my selection, I attentively washed the unsightly soft produce, each scar and scratch ratcheting down my dubious hopes, before laying the disappointing lemon on the pristine glass cutting board. With one eye on the trash can, in anticipation of its likely resting place, I slid the knife across the lemons marred and pliable skin and cut into its welcoming flesh, when something remarkable happened – a magical mist burst into the air filling the room with an enchanting fragrance. The intoxicating assault seemed to arouse senses usually dulled by the uninspiring expectation of the everyday. And in that moment I remembered what a lemon was supposed to smell like – not the one note sour tone of acidic bitterness but a balance of understated sweetness dancing with the playful companion of tartness. From my enlightened point of view, the picture perfect lemons to which I had been giving preference appeared as one dimensional frauds, flawed facsimiles of the original, cartoon caricatures of the authentic. Here, in this much abused reject, I discovered the fullness of flavor I had forgotten could be found, a sort of transcendent essence that could not be manufactured by the careful coddling of man. Beneath an exterior marked with the evidence of hardship was concealed a complex, holistic flavor whose beauty belied the story its aged skin told.


Shaking off the mantle of worry that had descended on me that morning, I quietly remarked how the universe once again had conspired to kindle the embers of awakening that burned within my heart. It was Rumi who said “Sell cleverness and buy bewilderment.” And I knew just what he meant. In a world where the oversized demons of unemployment, economic ruin and an uncertain future seem so real, a gaze into the mystery reveals another story. As Eckhart Tolle tells us in his bestselling book A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose: “The Dreamer is not the person. The person is part of the dream …To awaken within the dream is our purpose now. When we are awake within the dream the ego-created earth-drama comes to an end and a … wondrous dream arises.” It is those simple “aha moments,” like the power of a neglected lemon, that awaken us within the dream:

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I can’t explain it when it’s happening
A mystic moment of such rarity
A portal opens through the mystery
A glimpse of supernatural clarity
One spark and then you feelA surge of power untilAha
On goes the light
My eyes
See clear in the night
My heart
Window of insight
Aha
On goes the light

Shaking off the mantle of worry that had descended on me that morning, I quietly remarked how the universe once again had conspired to kindle the embers of awakening that burned within my heart. It was Rumi who said “Sell cleverness and buy bewilderment.” And I knew just what he meant. In a world where the oversized demons of unemployment, economic ruin and an uncertain future seem so real, a gaze into the mystery reveals another story. As Eckhart Tolle tells us in his bestselling book A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose: “The Dreamer is not the person. The person is part of the dream …To awaken within the dream is our purpose now. When we are awake within the dream the ego-created earth-drama comes to an end and a … wondrous dream arises.” It is those simple “aha moments,” like the power of a neglected lemon, that awaken us within the dream:

I can’t explain it when it’s happening
A mystic moment of such rarity
A portal opens through the mystery
A glimpse of supernatural clarity
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On goes the light
My eyes
See clear in the night
My heart
Window of insight
Aha
On goes the light
I can’t explain it when it’s happening
A mystic moment of such rarity
A portal opens through the mystery
A glimpse of supernatural clarity
One spark and then you feelA surge of power until
Aha
On goes the light
My eyes
See clear in the night
My heart
Window of insight
Aha
On goes the light

Aha
On goes the light
My eyes
See clear in the night
My heart
Window of insight
Aha
On goes the light

The fleeting encounter revealed another world, a place both familiar and strange – a parallel universe of magic that my childhood knew so well. A dormant spirit stirred within me, as the quickened pulse that usually accompanied my driven state of mind, surrendered to the gentle tugging that drew me to the other side. Abandoning the raging river of anxiety I stepped into the still, deep well of faith. And in that quiet contemplation, the triumph of an unremarkable lemon reminded me how our most beautiful blessings can often be disguised as unsightly problems.

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