Why God? When there is no God.
“Morning dawn comes with its starling flight extravagance and God waits to stain your lips and heart with kisses.” - t.k.
A friend asks: "Why do you write poems and stories which use this word God if you are a Buddhist, if you practice a non-theistic path?"
t.k.: Rational mind can never pass through the doorway of WisdomLove. On the other side of that door Wisdom is not quibbling over the shape taken by 1s and 0s in this cyber expanse. ..... in that drunken place the only concern is what whisper in your ear might make The Invitation appear.
Certainly, when I am explaining the delicacies of the path, a certain language is used but that constraint is shaped by your need not by divine joy. Explaining the View, Meditation, or subtle points of Tantra’s third conduct I will hold my tongue and strive not to confuse by letting sunlight shine through syntax...... That is necessary……… but on my own time……
I speak to sunlight and ask “Who is this mysterious one who lives in the full moon’s rays?” The sun laughs and laughs replying with the language of leaf shadow and brilliance. The salt doll thrown in the ocean speaks about its form all the while dissolving dissolving. The ocean just smiles like a mother watching her child.
Maybe you think that all those who use the word God are somehow confused about the subtle points differentiating Madhyamika and Dzogchen’s understanding of emptiness. You would be wrong. 2nd century Christian mystics, Kabbalists and Neoplatonists in medieval Spain, Meister Eckhart 1300s Germany, the Baal Shem Tov 1700s Poland. ... and there is Marguerite Porete whose understanding of wisdom luminosity transcending all thingness got her burnt at the stake June 1, 1300. But whose works later went on to influence St. John of the Cross and Theresa of Avila whose Interior Castle reveals the three kayas with splendid accuracy.
The error of a confused theism is found in the rigid beliefs of provincial dogmas and hidden arrogance. The debates of intellectual religionists. …… Certainly language dogmas as theistic rigidity is found as much in Buddhism as in any other religion.
As for me? I am a drunken bee sipping nectar from every flower and finding golden honey everywhere. I follow one path but bow down to the wisdom revealed in every path. I am not made frightened or confused by the fact "We" are not the sole possessors of wisdom. The bee understands the flower’s invitation and follows it to the source. Wisdom knows Love’s trail markers and begins a journey.
Sometimes the markers are the shape of inexplicable beauties, other times they are the shape of hard times. One day wisdom’s sign posts are planted by Milarepa another day they are placed by Pseudo-Dionysius. The mind of wisdom is not confused by shapes but reads the messages hidden within. When sunlight meets frost it does not complain of the cold but sets free a torrent of diamonds with a single kiss.
Have you seen the way the seed’s hard shell is broken open by the earth’s embrace? Have you watched the morning mist give itself into the sun’s intimacy? These are Wisdom’s whispered instructions. It is God whispering in your ear "Give up your arrogant language theisms my friend.
Listen: This world of human concerns is only a guesthouse - spiritual politics vomit on the dining hall floor. Open the door and walk out into mystery where sunlight wisdom’s poetic utterances reveal the end of suffering in a cloud of unknowing.'