When I hear the lark ascend in Vaughan Williams’ The lark ascending I feel a just out of reachness, like the lark can’t quite get there, like we (or should I say I) can’t quite get there. Where ever there is. Does the music point to that feeling of wanting to go home in the spiritual sense? Am I just confusing this with some existential feeling of being out of kilter? And in (an adult’s) crying this same out of reachness, like the tears try to fill the gap. Such crying could be over any loss and not closely connected to spiritual home sickness. Yet there is I suppose, at the root of all pain, a gap between where we feel we want or need to be and where the universe appears to have placed us. A gap born of our illusion of separation, our incarnation in the physical body in the material world.
Dave and I correspond, and talk when he is here. Sometimes I get difficult but tonight I just wanted to say thanks. Tomorrow I might get difficult! My message for Dave? This, right here and now, is the Garden of the Bodhisattvas. There is not a gap, there are no gaps, open the gate and walk in. The key is acceptance. Deep commitment (could we be approaching vow again) to the (so called) path that leads there will have you at the gate in no time.