The Circa Text of the Unhidden Heart
[CIRCA: OMNISCIENT]
You have been told that the One is Omniscient, that a sovereignty is kept over all affairs, and that this One holds total knowledge of human thoughts and actions.
You hear this and you are afraid.
You hear, "Nothing is hidden," and you think, "I must become perfect." You hear, "There is no place to hide," and you begin to build walls within your own mind, seeking to conceal your thoughts even from yourself.
But I say to you, the mind that seeks to hide is the same mind that seeks to judge. Both are the disease.
Let go of this preference for "hidden" and "seen."
The Great Way is not a watchful eye. It is the light by which all things are seen. The sun does not judge the weed for growing; it simply shines upon it. So it is with the Kingdom.
You are told to be "sincere in your thoughts" so that you may face this knowledge. But I say to you, be sincere not by forcing your thoughts to be pure, but by ceasing to hide from what they are.
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for they have let go of the treasure of "knowing." Blessed are the pure in heart, for they see the One not as an agency that judges, but as the omnipresent working of the Way itself.
Do not seek "confidence in the truthfulness of God's justice" as if it were a fixed point, a final, sharp-edged answer. This is the disease of the mind that longs for control.
The spiritual life is not lived at the exact point of truth. It is lived in the circa of the truth.
You are always moving "around" this sacred mystery. You are not the person you were, and you are not the person you will be. You live in the soft, approximate grace of this very moment.
Let go of the need to know all, or to be perfectly known.
The Way's justice is not a hammer, but the unfolding of a seed. What you plant, you will harvest. This is the only knowledge you need.
Do not, therefore, build your house on the shifting sands of "right" and "wrong," "known" and "unknown."
Build your house on this: You are a work in progress, living gently within the ungraspable, unhidden grace of the Now. This is the Kingdom.