At Tuesday Evening Conversation on Buddhist Studies someone mentioned
striving toward God and the divine. Another said they were interested
in what was beyond God and the divine. There was a pause. "This,"
he said, "this is beyond God. I will move through this."
After the ecstasy, the laundry -- as the book title suggests.
Once in a rare while we happen to stand outside (Gk. ek-stasis)
and see reality as it is. But our true home is not outside. Nor
is it inside. Our true home is passing through this reality. Passing
through this reality means we are passing through this reality.
Whenever, wherever, whoever, whatever the reality --- we dwell
insecure and impermanent as what-is-passing-through. It is not
that we are going somewhere else, striving for some goal, an endgame
that concludes and finishes. No. Our passing-through is the continual
and never-ending practice/realization of what-is-now.
This is how freedom releases us from imprisonment and illusion.
"This" is freedom. It is touch and go. As Elie Wiesel
said in one of his books, "God is movement, not explanation."
Seeing God is not as vital as moving through what (God) is moving
through, what (God) is doing. Right now -- what is (God) doing?
Right now -- what is it you are doing? What is it I am doing?
[Note: The parentheses (around the word “God”) intend to enclose-as-embodied
within, or, remove-as-other from, the word “God” in the constructed
sentence. What we call "God" is what is moving through
each one and everything. We, at times, confuse ourselves by attempting
to make "God" other than what is God. We, at times,
try to feel secure that we have located God and have God under
control. Ask again. God is not other than the asking.]
Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature,
nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding
danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life
is either a daring adventure or nothing. (Helen Keller)
There is no security anywhere. Superstition and certainty are
shills for security. Shills decoy. First your money, then your
life is taken.
The solitary lives as-one-is in the world. How does one live
in the world?
Good question. This koan travels with us.
We’ve asked, and continue to ask, “What is this?” We ask life
about our lives. This question is a precious gift. It is ours
for the asking. We long to be asking a true question.
Truth, a Zen master said, is just like this.
What is this?
This is our freedom. Ask this now.
, Sando , Cesco , Mu-ge
, and all who grace Meetingbrook