Some caves have writing and pictures on the walls. We look at them and try to figure out who did these markings. How long ago and what kind of people recorded their cave experience? The mystery is only partially unraveled and we begin to stare and try to drift backwards into another culture and another time. It is not unlike a good novel that has the ability to transport us into another time and place. We finally realize in the cave drawings that an earlier generation has depicted their meditations on the wall of the cave, hoping others will understand the cave experience.
Other caves have wind blowing in them and the wind makes its own sounds and announcements. Some are comforting like a lullaby and others sound fierce and angry pounding the walls of the cave and wanting out. It makes the one in the cave want the same thing. The wind can blow from the outside in or it can blow from the inside out. The wind goes where it wills and wishes. It carries sounds, dust, particles, and secrecy from one place to another. It rarely gives up its secrets but just blows them by us to cause wonder. There is an abstract drawing by the wind and we are allured to follow and seek the source of the breeze, the breath and draft that is blowing our way. We actually start to think we can hold the wind by our discoveries and we soon learn the wind holds us, we do not hold it.
“The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.” Jesus