COE EAST BANK CAMPGROUND, CHATTAHOOCHEE, FL–Though my message still hasn’t fully clarified, I’m often rewarded with glimpses of it.
It seems to me, when it comes to teachers and students of enlightenment, that there are two primary camps: Those who are attracted to the Stillness (Tolle, Adyashanti, …) and those who are attracted to the Emptiness (Maharshi, Krishnamurti, “Nondualists,” …).
Stillness draws those who seek calmness.
Emptiness draws those who favor logic.
But there is an often overlooked aspect. An aspect, ironically, that is wholeheartedly embraced by most religions: Love.
Love isn’t quite the right word though–it is too vague–but it is closer than “God,” or “Spirit,” or “The Divine.”
It is closer because Love is a verb, not a noun, and this aspect of enlightenment is a movement, not a thing.
Awareness? Perception? Too dry, too clinical.
Life? Not as in “My Life,” but as in, “The Life that moves through this body.”
The Life Force? Aliveness? Living-ness?
I don’t know what to call it, but look at any object, living or inanimate, and you will see Her dwelling there within.
Rumi saw Her. Emerson. Da Vinci. Saint Teresa. Lao Tzu. They spoke of Her, painted Her, wrote songs and poems of Her.
Do you see Her? Can you feel Her “alive-ening” you?
I know it’s a contradiction that I call this moving, living, energy a “Her,” but calling Her an “It” is way too impersonal–way too cold. Disrespectful even. Odd huh?
Am I crazy? Can you see Her in the photo above? Can you see Her in the Snail? In the Lock? In the Wood of the door? Can you see Her in the Light?
I am crazy aren’t I? I just know it.