There is light. There is lightness. Nobody confuses those.
So why does light get confused with enlightenment?
Shining light, not necessarily illumination – sometimes, just noise.
More noise that we can handle?
We turn off light, ignore truths – savored peace and calm follow. Can calm, real stillness, like glassy summer lake in morning, exist while we are still alive – or only after?
We recognize state of mind. Not state. No geography. Not pink-gray mind matter between ears. Bigger. Not defined by dimension, or velocity. Not measured. How could it?
Omnipresent state of mind arrives in quiet. Cannot be silenced. Asks. Answers too. Not a state. There are no laws. No rules. No right, no wrong, no place says ‘began here’, no philosophy defines where it wanders. Or ends. No stake in the ground, no sign saying ‘you are here’.
In ourselves. Not understanding it, but we can deal with it. Everybody sees life negatively or from a dark slant. Sometimes. Not that. Not velocity of our efforts or value of our lives. ‘Place we are in’, dislocation from reality when we are distracted by moments in life we cannot escape (like being sick in a foreign country, or starving on some street in our own). Or feeling far from free in our free society.
What brings me back to clear, to stable?
Am I looking into dark from the light side, or moth in darkness, seeking light – confused when daylight arrives yet feeling completely safe and secure in middle of my night?
What is true, what is truth – what’s their difference?
Could anything else matter more?
Depends on your vantage point.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk with Gusta: 12C/54F, overcast, light breeze, weekend traffic hum softly numbing the senses (it should be quiet, right?), a day of work without demands awaits – as does reading and writing and domestic chores; but Gusta has no job, just to walk/trot, poop and pee, come back to eat and drink and sleep – and some days I envy that peaceful routine ‘dog’s life’ but I think I want more almost every day