Do you notice how often the mind operates in absolutes?
It so often insists that one part of life is ultimately correct, while the other is not.
Seekers everywhere entrench in one aspect of Life, insisting this is “the way”.
We might find ourselves thinking, “We don’t have to do anything on the spiritual path.”
This may be correct–at times. But Life itself does many things. It pays attention, notices, thinks, feels, inquires and acts. It’s a regular multi-ring circus of doing.
We then might find ourselves deciding, “We must do something to become enlightened.”
This, too, may become a trap if we strategically take this as a belief and attempt to implement. Because Life is also a non-doing game. Any attempt often strengths the ego, that capacity to want and not-want.
Spiritual folks can argue for lifetimes about the value of doing or not-doing. It can be helpful to look deeply at WHO is doing or not-doing any activity. Who is that mysterious chooser? Is it really the individual, that peacock of personality?
When we look from the perspective of ourselves as individuals, it looks very much like we have choice. We think, we act, we choose. It seems utterly obvious.
However, if we’ve widened our perspectives to glimpse or realize oneself as reality, the game changes. We see choice arising effortlessly, with no central doer implementing action. Life arises, Life flows. It acts. It does. It doesn’t do. It’s a seamless sea of itself and we can’t really say anything about it. But we do and can experience it every single moment.
This sea of Life contains everything. Therefore, absolutes do not translate. Duality refuses to divide itself into sharp opposing categories.
When we hear a thought expressing, “This is the way it is”–take notice. It may be the way it is in THIS moment. However, in the next moment it’s likely another way. And in the next moment, it may revert to the first way. Then it’s another new path altogether, wandering a new stretch of the forest. Life is ultimately creative, patterns flowing together and apart, constantly moving, constantly still.
This is why it’s difficult to utter anything which is ultimately true. How can language do justice to such aliveness? It can not capture the beauty of such a moving changing arising. It can only carve out slices of it, tidbits, and attempt to describe the finite in a way that doesn’t include the constant changing.
I watch thoughts labeling, discerning, judging, issuing absolutes. How slyly these absolutes attempt to maintain dominance! How cunningly they dissect the world into something manageable, clean, understandable.
Ultimately–how impossible. The flow arises again, falls away, creates something new in the next dolphin-fin of a sparkling moment.
One moment I find myself doing something. The next moment…no doing required.