My indigenous friend suggested I hike through the Two Hills Monument.
I am here now staring at 2 giant hills – like small mountains with almost identical rounded tops. There is nothing very spectacular about either one – both are big, round and look a bit like mirror images of each other.
The scene is entirely unspectacular. No one else is here either.
But as I look closer, I see there are many people on both the hills.
Thousands of people. But they all seem to all be mirror images – like perfect opposites of each other.
Still…I can’t see the point. Why did my friend suggest I come here?
A still quiet voice calls to me with a subtle urging. I look up, I look around. I can’t find where the voice is coming from.
Between the two hills flows a small pretty blue stream. It is calling to me.
It says without words, “I am Pocatino – the stream that flows between two hills”.
It laughs a knowing laugh. If a stream could smile, I felt it smiling at me.
It points at the hills and says to me “There is another way. Not left. Not right. A Middle Way. Jump in. Come enjoy the Undivided Movement”.
Flow. Undivided. Ceaseless movement. Infinite Peace. The hills were beautiful. The thousands of people on the hills were also beautiful.
Today I will remember that there is always a third way. A way beyond either/or. A way beyond division. A way beyond the politics and arguments of blue & red, left & right, good & evil.