Here’s how ideas can lasso you. I woke up this morning wanting to sing to the tops of snow-covered mountains, to the eagles swooping in blue skies, to the depths of the deepest oceans. I wanted to say–no, shout–you are enough, you are enough, oh you are enough!
We are enough, we are perfect in our imperfection, we are living song, we are living dance, we are more than our foibles, more than our pain, more than our suffering, more than the way our heart shatters into six thousand splintered shards all bleeding into the cavity of our frustration that the world isn’t exactly what we dream.
I was ready to write a book. Teach a workshop. Write ten thousand blogs. Convince everyone. We are enough, enough, enough! I would say it in a new way, a unique way, that pain-laced folks would sit up in their chairs and say, “Yes. Yes. I am enough,” and the moon would wink in the inky sky and we’d stir Nirvana into our coffee and drink it as the sun rose.
This fantasy lasted half-way to work. When, suddenly, the part that was asleep in the fantasy awoke, ever-so-briefly, and saw clearly yet another conceptual trap. The awake part winked. (It really did nothing, but perhaps it likes artistic phrases which do & don’t describe it.)
When the awake part awoke it Remembered. It Remembered that everything was enough/not-enough. It Remembered beyond duality. It Remembered a sacred river flow that contains enoughness and not-enoughness. It Remembered Itself as real, with the enoughness and not-enoughness a distant dream, a cardboard cutout.
Like Rumi said: Out beyond ideas of rightdoing and wrongdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
In that field, it’s enough. It’s more than enough. The dew on the field sparkle like golden drops of moondust no matter if it contains pollution or purity.
I keep wanting concepts like “enough” to solve everything. To be the answer that provides clarity, right action, perfection of the imperfection.
It turns out that our concepts are like moondust. You can’t capture them. You can’t make them behave. You can’t put them in a corner until they cooperate. Every concept will ultimately prove empty, empty, empty.
This blog is enough and not-enough. Knowing that is a beginning. Dive into the deep waters which hold those concepts together. Get wet. Splash. Splash some more! Life may caress us underwater for a lifetime, but eventually we’ll emerge to gulp the sweet air, alive.