The Season of the Unmanifest

Rev. Jeffrey Symynkywicz, December 26, 1999

Winter is the season of the unmanifest,
the hidden and mysterious,
of nature preparing the way
for that which is not yet.
Darkness envelopes the unmanifest creation, too;
it does not hide it, or cut it off from its source--
but cushions it-- protects it--
keeps it in waiting until its time is right,
and it can assume the full powers of new birth.

Winter is as much a season of life
as any other.
Indeed, it is part of all the other seasons
folded into one:
Life is but one long, endless season--
One great garment without seams--
Its parts intimately connected one with another.
We try to divvy it up, find the seams,
But nature has other plans.

Darkness is the necessary compliment of light,
the softness to its harshness, and yin to its yang.
There is no light without darkness,
no new birth without some kind of passing away.
There is no new life without the unmanifest,
the hidden and mysterious,
having its due time in the grand cosmic unfolding.

jbs
1/4/89 12/26/99

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