I’m not a spiritual guy. I’m not a faith guy. I’m a science guy. I’m a fact guy.
So when I talk about Oneness, or One Body, I’m not promoting a supposition or a superstition. I’m promoting cold hard physics.
There is no separation. All form is illusion sustained by the mind. Form is false. The fact is that all matter is made of the same tiny particles, and that only once interpreted by our senses do certain groups of particles get distinguished as individual bodies.
The illusion is beautiful, magnificent, and the basis of human existence. But the truth is Oneness, and knowing the truth allows us to embrace humanity without suffering. Life becomes light without ego or control. The burden is lifted, and we’re free.
It was beautiful, that moment of pristine clarity. Where everything falls where it should, and every moment leads to the next.
Letting it go is the hardest part. We want to ride that epiphany into the sunset. But we can’t: because that epiphany came of its own accord, by its own cosmic volition.
And the million moments of mundanity between this epiphany and the next will be equally divine, equally destined. But damn, it feels good while it lasts!
We learn more about ourselves from what we can’t do than from what we can. Most of us settle for “mediocrity,” not because we’ve given up, but because we’ve wisely surrendered to the limits of our natural being.
Surrender is different than failure. Failure comes from a will defeated. Surrender comes from an enlightened one. Fortunately, life’s greatest gifts lie dormant in the mundane. The so-called “geniuses” are often apotheosized long after their deaths, and their lives are often marked by unrewarded despair.
If I exploited my brain and body to the limit, I might produce something worthy of the echelon of “genius.” But it would very well cost me my sanity to do so. I spent three months writing a single poem once, and it came out quite well. But the rest of my existence was quite far from it.
I am not a naturally gifted writer. I am mediocre. It has taken me a long time to accept that, and to recognize what is special in being “unspecial”—what is dignified in being simply human.
This blog is my journey into the magic of mundanity, where all that really matters—love, friendship, beauty, peace, dignity—is found in abundance, if only we give ourselves the space and time to rediscover it. Life was special when we were born, when we were more limited than ever. It never ceased to be so.
To reap the purpose of creation
without sowing lacrimation—
Rainbows only manifest
Poems, paintings, and purpose
come to the surface
as souls gasp for breath
from the depths.
To seek joy without pain
is my eternal bane;
Without a hint of doubt’s shadow,
this I know.
Yet, time and again,
and again and again—
I am a fool.
Love knows only simple words. Bliss comes out in baby terms. Thoughts are the bane of life. The nebulous web of mind takes us further from epicenter of life, Being itself. Pure unadulterated senses.
Language, which adds so much to the intricacy and beauty of experience, also pulls us away from its purity, like a current pulls us unwittingly from the shore.
Returning to the sands of Presence, breaking the surface of the abysmal sea of mind—this is the purpose of adulthood, to regain the innocence of prelingual being.