Hiding in Plain Sight
Imogen Sita Webber writes:
The sacred doesn’t announce itself.
It does not rise above this moment.
It does not wait for silence, clarity, or readiness.
It breathes as what’s already happening.
In the ordinary.
In the overlooked.
In the moment that doesn’t feel like anything special at all.
The search for exalted states pulls attention away from what’s most intimate.
It trains the gaze upward, outward, elsewhere.
And yet the sacred isn’t found there.
It’s never solely belonged to the extraordinary or the rare.
It points quietly and relentlessly,
beyond that, prior to that,
to the ground of being itself.
To this simple is-ness.
This immediacy.
This.
Everything arises from here.
Everything unfolds within this.
Everything returns to this.
Nothing needs to be added.
Nothing needs to be elevated.
The Sacred is not something we enter.
It is what we are.
So close, it’s easy to miss.
So familiar, it escapes notice.
Hiding in plain sight,
woven into the very texture of this moment—
exactly as it is.
Not waiting.
Not withholding.
Already here.
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