Tony Parsons speaks eloquently of our basic human desire for wholeness, this longing for return. Could it be that all of our actions, conscious and unconscious, are motivated by a primal desire for unity. Could it be that all the clubs, all the wars, all the ideological viewpoints are a futile attempt to find security within egoic thought structures? And could it also be - as much of Eastern thought suggests - that the only place where this journey finds its resolution is in the dissolving of ego itself, so that we come to rest in presence, a simple 'not-knowing.' This idea fascinates me. Reflecting on the veracity of it in our own lives and those around us, it seems glaringly obvious. The way the shop keeper scowls for no apparent reason. The way that mother berates her child for it's unruly behaviour. The way people join forces against a mutually perceived threat, finding enormous self-affirmation in the process. The ego is a shifting unsettled creature, seeking a certainty it can never have. Spiritual practice, it seems to me, is about recognising this puppet show that is dancing in the light of pure awareness, and seeing it for what it is, a defence mechanism, the possibility machine projecting possibilities because it can.
All of which is easier said than done, and yet we are granted moments of reprieve, sometimes at the least expected moments.
A line of icicles on a winter branch.
Unasked for compassion from a stranger.
A snatch of music from an open window.
Indian chai taken at first light from a clay cup.
And so on..............................................