My One Dream Remains

I believe in the essential unity of all existence. No separation! No one should ever look on another with disdain or hate; this is the sin we all suffer from inwardly, and it is the poison we drink. In moments of weakness I believe the myth of ego, that I am either a special someone, greater than others, or that I am worthless and useless.

Chuang Tzu, the great Taoist sage once wrote of the value of the useless, ugly tree. He wrote that because the tree lacked beauty and symmetry, it was spared the ax of a woodsman looking for useable wood. The useless tree, for Chuang Tzu represented our limited view of what is good and bad, which limits our capacity to understand true value.

As my friend Chris recently talked about in his video, essence is the core of who we are, and the source of our true value. We can touch this spaciousness of pure Being in moments of solitude, meditation, prayer, gratitude, worship, art, etc. And these experiences remind us of the truth; that all is inseparably one; and therefore undeniably redeemable.

Haste the day when our differences no longer matter in the light of the pure awareness of love. That is the vision I have for the world. And yes, I dream still.

Artwork courtesy of Cassandra Miller, used under the Creative Commons Share Alike license. https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Dream_on.jpg


Love- The Strongest Fragility

Love is the one great force that binds us all.

Yet love is misunderstood, and misused. This elixir of life has become nothing more than a poisonous cocktail of codependencies and fear-based attachments.

Even then, the power of love is so strong that one sip will intoxicate all who dare drink.

Once tasted, it is never forgotten.

Forms come and go. Each year a new set of faces, projects, games we play; all attempts to rekindle a fire that either went out, or is slowly dying; choked out by the damp cloth of postmodern life. Some lucky among us have held on to our childlike wonder; we are blessed by your presence, friends.

The people we love and cherish will pass on eventually. The games we play come to an end. The stories we tell ourselves will vanish like a mist, and leaves us questioning if we ever knew anything for certain.

This is not meant to be a mere melancholic exercise in morbidity. Death is what gives life it’s grip on us. The fears we have in the face of uncertainty remind us that our time is limited, and our goals, somewhat arbirtrary. So we must always ask ourselves: what is eternal? What outlasts all these impermanent things we place hope in?

We are quick to insert an answer here. Some Hallmark-card spiritual sentiment, or a intellectualized theory. We may close the app or scroll past in order to avoid the feelings this line of thought generates. That is okay. Trust yourself.

But if you have stayed with me this far, I want to see how much farther we can push this.

What is it that moves us deeply? Not just what stimulates or excites, but what COMPELS us forward in spite of all the challenges. Day after day, we endure difficulty like champions of a cosmic competition. Here we are. We have survived so far. What now?

Did we get here overnight? In the billions of years this solar system has existed, what were we waiting for? Why did we wait for now to be here?

Or were we always here? When you are moved by nature, or by that sense of deep joy and wonder we sometimes taste, do you feel like you are a limited being of 70ish years life expectancy? Do you feel imprisoned in a intergalactic meat survival suit? Or do you feel free? Boundless even?

Unlimited. Unstoppable. The human spirit is not confined. It may incubate, and it may undergo vast changes. But what turns seeds and soil into fragrant, magnificent flowers also turns us into… well, what are you?

You are like a flower. Thank you for showing up. Why do you distrust yourself and others? Why do you fear the Unknown? We do we cling so tightly to our ways of explaining things?

Simple, fragrant and beautiful. Also, resilient, and uncompromisingly unique. The seed died and the flower bloomed. Death of the seed is life for the flower.

Are you the seed or the flower?

Are you both?


Photo used under public domain license, courtesy of Sheila Brown: https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=263409&picture=white-lotus-flower-bud