flight of the alone to the alone
The wind moved across the grasses and the field was alive with subtle motion, sunlight, sounds. In that small space of life there was creation and destruction, love, beauty, simplicity, complexity. To listen with the whole body, in a great silence of mind, this is a doorway into alonenesss. An aloneness that is freed from lonliness and desperate attempts to fill the psychological space of being. Here there is an aloneness that touches the beginning of creation and also its end. In all this a single stalk of grass sways back and forth into sunlight, into shadow. There is no concept “Beauty” but there is a fullness and joy without words that fills the body, every sense, the space where thought once was - and this sensation is what the mind calls aesthetic wonderment – unspeakable beauty.
Mind embraces all this without grasping, without aversion, without that aggression called indifference and in the empty silence of that embrace, the expanse of mind’s true nature comes to know its own qualities. Emptiness surrenders itself to appearance the way a lover gives herself over to embrace. Wholly filled, pervaded to the most intimate dimension. Form surrenders itself into emptiness, Beloved into lover, and dissolves without the slightest withholding. Each offers into the other without hesitation until there is no ‘each’ or ‘other’ no ‘embrace’ or ‘surrender’ but only singleness of mystery.
It is not ‘mind’s concepts’ that come to know freedom, liberation, enlightenment - they can not. It is the single action of perceiving, when mind’s concepts have lain down their fretful effort to carve identity from nothingness. The empty mind and temporary body allow wonderment of nothingness to know its own nature and its ceaseless magical display. Then appearances are known simply as temporary modifications of light - a shattering of light flickering across the expanse of nothingness … and it is known, by body, feeling, mind that this flickering openness is Love - the freedom place.
The grasses form a complex pattern of crisscrossing. Layers upon layers of light and shadow flittering in the breeze. The appearances are not outside of ‘me’ nor are they ‘inside’ … there simply is no such reference born of concept. Mind utterly silent, and free of cares, journeys across the geography of wonderment, never even noticing the existence or non-existence of birth, death, identity.