Giant Paradox

We are one and interdependent and yet realization of the one consciousness brings forth a sort of autonomy, like a solidity that stands absolutely on its own and needs no support to sustain it. 

We are not separate from each other and yet cannot live without one another. We are unattached and yet utterly connected. There is no ‘me’ and no ‘you’ but this ‘me’ feels ‘you’ in the thread of consciousness that is alive in us all.

We speak of this knowingness and yet here we stand in the place of not knowing, dropping everything we believed we had known and at the same time bowing to whatever mystery  brings us together.

Here, simply meeting the Great Unknown that is the mystery of life, we are deeply humbled, on our knees in total devotion to one another, and yet confident and strong we stand completely empowered and utterly inspired to live from the source of our unlimited being.

We know we are not this body. In essence, we are formless and yet this light is pouring downwards – a confirmation we find in every breath we take when we come to embody the Truth in deeper and deeper ways each day.

We speak of transcendence and yet find the infinite ground of being only embracing our own mortality, fully feeling and opening to life in all that it is so that we may learn to walk on this earth with feet firmly planted on the ground, eyes pointed to the sky, and hearts open to embrace.

The endless depth of our humanity is the infinite edge of our divinity. The more we access the divine, the more human we seem to become. The two merge into one another in a unity that is indistinguishable. We cannot fully know who we are if we drink from one cup without having tasted the other.

The heart stands at the core of it all. Open and unprotected, seemingly fragile because it is defenseless and yet planted in a strength and courage that requires no armour and knows no boundary. 

The heart itself is tender and soft, at the same time ruthless and fierce, fluid and firm. It is a heart that doesn't really belong to us, afterall, and yet it is our very own heart that feels all. It is our very own heart that is rooted in integrity and honesty; our very own heart that is at once most powerful and most vulnerable. 

It is in this one heart that we meet this emptiness that is not an arid ground of nothingness but rather a fullness that cannot be expressed. And its revelation is so startling we just don't know what to do with ourselves. And, yet, here we stand allowing life to pass through us, bearing what is actually uncontainable, expressing what cannot be comprehended.  

Here we are overflowing in abundance, empty-handed. For this is yet another paradox: the life of endless possibility awaits those who have stopped counting, measuring, controlling or strategizing. 

And though what we do may not matter anymore because we are simply here to serve life, how we choose to live has never been more important to us. Deep within, we know that we must be true to this discovery, that we must honor it in the most sincere, earnest manner.

Then one day, out of grace, that can be just as gentle as it can be fierce, we somehow stumble upon this place called home on a path that is actually pathless; on a journey that really just takes us exactly where we are in this moment: nowhere and everywhere at once. Here, where the voice of spirit is heard in silence. And though we are certain to be home, how could we even call home a place?

The present is all there is and yet to fully engage in the present we rewrite the past, healing what in truth has never been hurt. We are already whole and free, just as we are, but go back for ourselves anyways to breathe from that intutive awareness that always has been and always will be present. 

We speak of surrender and yet this is not a giving up. We surrender only when we truly embrace. We cannot die and yet realize eternity only meeting the tragedy of death. We seek to stop seeking. We fight to drop our weapons. We join hands in that which cannot be touched, we fall into the unknown mysteriously dancing in that which is absolutely known to be true. 

Through it all, we could never have imagined discovering freedom in the vast embrace of light and darkness; our boundless essence containing all smallness, including all those parts that feel most stuck, lost, or limited. 

We could never have imagined that joy and pain are one, that hatred comes from love, that the heart of Love is both free of suffering and simultaneously filled with the pain of humanity as a whole.

We could never have imagined how opening to doubt would lead us to embrace a clarity that has an unmistakable quality to it and that this unmistakable clarity would still be called into question over and over again. 

We could never have imagined that beyond all hope and hopelessness, deep trust and true faith are born. 

We could never have imagined being more beautiful as when we find the courage to dive in and tell the Truth just as it is: raw and unedited, bitter and sweet. 

We could never have imagined true seeing comes with giving ourselves permission to look at that which we believed could never be lit. 

Now, please, forget what I say and all these seemingly irreconcilable paradoxes that make total sense in this insanity. Do not cling to any word. These words are not it. One cannot exhaust the inexhaustible, distinguish the undistinguishable, define the undefinable. 

What is left simply is:

Truth that is Silence. Silence that is God. God that is Love. Love that is You. You that is I. I that is that. That which is all. All that is nothing. Nothing that is everything.