It is a riddle that many, perhaps all of us, have mused upon to some extent. I trust that you’ll discover it’s vast dimensions and it’s depth. Perhaps you have already.

It can’t be bought and paid for. It can’t be owned or earned. It certainly can’t be stolen or captured.

Some spend a lifetime searching. Others offer it small thought. Some can’t see that there’s even a question since they’re surrounded by it, and without the dubious benefit of distance and in turn perspective; they don’t see it’s great value at all.

In fact it’s neither here nor there and yet it seems it’s everywhere. Some imagine it may be mere fantasy or indeed that it exists not at all.

It isn’t just one colour nor indeed is it patterned. It isn’t black or white. It isn’t transparent either though at times it may appear like an epiphany, as clear as cloudless day. Artists cannot paint or sculpt it, though it seems that each artist does try.

It has no specific shape. It isn’t a man or a woman, or even a child. It isn’t an animal, vegetable or mineral. It isn’t a triangle or a square, pyramid or cube. Not even a circle or a globe will find it in full focus.

I don’t believe its God, since God is said to have various names, and books full of facts formed from fiction, as pronounced by some lofty blokes wearing costumes and or cloaks. Having said that I’m sure to be wrong.

Of all the things I believe it is not, here follows some things that I know that it is.

If you need it, it is there. If you fight and force it away, it is there still, eternally waiting. If you reach for it, it is there, with you, in you, surrounding you, covered by its sweet embrace. It is complete and perfect, as are you.

Words will fail to convey precisely what it is, though my personal favourite word is LOVE.

Put simply it is, so be it. Is that not enough to say!

Martin Hunter Jones is an honorary life member of the Australian Counselling Association. He has a practice on the Northern Beaches. Phone 9973 4997.