Shedding my armor
My sword forever sheathed
The battle rages
– Bai Ke Li
No questions remain. I walk no path, have no aspirations, follow no Guru. Life is practice in perfection. All actions, meditations. Everything instructs, everything points. All is as it is.
Awakening to Truth (said that way to use some common language, but reluctantly as it makes something of nothing) began the deconstruction of “me” (a process that continues – yet the story goes on). Perhaps I’d begun this “self”-deconstruction earlier, as I never really was into myself or my story, hard to say now. No matter. Point is “I” did not come to awareness, it came to me (and quite inconveniently to conceptual/false-self). This may appear to be the reverse of what is commonly taught to aspirants, but path/pathless are merely perspectives. Stories. On a pathless path to no-where, what matters the direction? Destination? Truth is not so bound.
Nature has the clearest voice. When confused, go there. If one teacher stands out in my mind, it is Water.
The human teachers/teachings I resonate with, and those I may link to or quote, I largely became aware of after my “seeking” had ended (of its own accord, without my knowing of any seeking at all). What “religious” or “spiritual” language I may use was likewise mostly picked up “after” my “event”. By this I mean my interest in various traditions and their texts is not as a seeker. As a result I will tend to mix metaphors and use certain terms in ways that are not in accordance with various doctrines, dogmas, or other peoples ideas. Mostly a matter of perspective, rather than being pejorative. My experience is direct, but I must borrow/share words to have a voice.
My former roles are many. I’ve lived on farms, in major cities, and on a tropical island. I’ve sailed the Bering Sea in mid-Winter, and flown into a Super Typhoon on purpose. I have dug ditches, swabbed decks, forecast weather from pole to pole, gone to college, created art, invented toys, married, had kids, divorced, gone bankrupt, broken bones, can roll a kayak, and I’m a pretty damn good cook… All the usual stuff. Now this.
Extraordinary experience, presenting through ordinary means.
Without belief, without bound,