our best science does not know of existence, that we are here, aware, and the mechanics of this appearance is the grand puzzle of all great minds alike. Religion too is only of belief, having no more information than hearsay of others who inherited thoughts on these matters as well. In Zen it's the "don't know" mind that abides in peace. It's the questions that hold importance and answers themselves prove temporary at best. The mystical bent through the ages have asked "who, or what am I?" And again the answer is not found by words believed, but in the silence that soon follow the asking. Silence itself isn't the answer, it's the template that allows the question to be - and in this light I can't find a single thing of lasting value on it's own. I don't know who, or what I am, there is no reason that I know of for my existence. Moment to moment I know I am aware - questions giving way to silence with no dividing line between them, all occurring in light of this awareness. I could say that I'm aware - yet why bother?
It's not really an answer.
I'm not sure I need one.
It's enough to know
I am.
Right now.
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Peace,
Eric
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