If we all saw the world the same way, the way as it really is, we would experience nothing but energy, wavelengths and quantum particles in all places at once … and the sky would not be blue but a seething mass of supercharged ultraviolets and infrareds like some CGI creation by James Cameron … and objects would cease to be solid, all matter would be seamless and in chaotic juxtaposition.
Luckily, (because the truth is bigger than us) the enormity of the true universe is shrouded, blinkered, diffused, mellowed and filtered by eyes and ears and mouth and fingers and noses that block the enormity, the horror! of it all and leave little but sugared tea, and TV.
We seek truth, but when it stares us in the face, when it appears to us in night sweats, we pray for morning and the illusion of light. We weren't born to know all there is, it's not our genetic disposition ... we have not inherited this burden from our forebears but brought it upon ourselves ...
Since the age of enlightenment, when thinking disguised as science and philosophy became the filter of experience, the concept of thought as a progressive weapon of survival has dominated.
Yet rational thought is the enemy of zen, which favours the science of no mind, the urgent intuition. And new age gurus like Erkhart Tolle propose the Power of Now and the negation of thinking. After all, he says, thinking provokes anxiety about the future and regret about the past. We think in words, prose and verse. Aren't there too many words in this place?
I tried thinking in visions and the visions became dreams. The dreams were as real as the landscape from the kitchen window, once the soaps and bleach and the apidistra had been cleared from the sill. The hills ahead, the craggy chalk face of the mountain, the tall pines like soldiers, taller though still in awe, if we are honest, of the forest oaks in the valleys, the blue skies above laughing at its own deception, deceiving us with pure vibration in to believing that blue exists in the world … when there is nothing but waves of energy … the energy fields developing in our head are no more real than my dreams of an imaginary union that solves the puzzle, shatters stone, that is somehow eternal, in some way.
finally!
ReplyDeletethank you:)))))
as i was working today and watching my hands deceive me, i was thinking about the deceptions. sometimes the deceptions are pleasant. sometimes invited. sometimes painfully difficult. sometimes the truth is all of these things, as well.
last night walking, after reading a post by ted...i'll have to give you the link... http://8thavesouth.blogspot.ca/2012/06/perception-as-truth.html about where truth resides, i saw light shimmering between the trees. it was getting late and the sun was setting. between the trees there appeared to be spiderwebs which i knew was a deception. it was only light, energy, moving between forms. i thought, this is it. this is the revelation. i thought, if somehow we could stab directly in between the delay that allows us bodies and the forward momentum of time, we might find truth but this is an impossibility while we are inside our human bodies and i don't believe we know a darned thing once we are beyond.
and so i wonder, why are we so frightened to know energy beyond form? what is that so scary? because the ego is no more and we are too damned fused and belittled (temporarily inflated) by our egos.
i like your mind:)
xo
erin