PARADOX IS A DOUBLE FEATURE
Paradox: Opponents don’t really clash, we’re fitting together in divine love. We see on every page, truth expresses as paradox. Buddha’s Middle Path of paradox synthesizes our scattered parts. Paradox is Nothingness energized, growing according to its own inherent nature, blazing a healing foot trail through division and into Life.
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God is the All-in-All, nothing excluded, so the Beyond-form is in all ways complementary. In creating from No Thingness, each surface appearance is inwardly its very own opposite (as we’ll see). And a form’s also countered outwardly with its complement (so doubly balancing out the Zero): Objects and their “empty” surround; life and death; the birth of the child, the death of the parent. In this circling round, we’re subtly spiraling out. When we awaken we’ll completely break out from this cosmic seeming chasing of our tail. This perfect world advances to salvation. By integrating our conflicts with compassion, in seeing, accepting and honoring the usefulness and beauty of our human scene, we incorporate and subsume it, reverently crack the shell open, and go beyond. |
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A Bouquet of Paradox
We desire nothing, then we find we have it all.
We finally give up trying to advance on the path, then we’re lifted up.
To give is to receive.
I am you.
God profits everyone. To grab more brings us losses.
To struggle is already to lose a fight, for now.
Infinite activity runs in perfect rest.
Eternity abides in the present moment.
Life can be cut-off exile; death, reunion and life.
God Is, God Becomes.
Less is more. Nothing is everything.
God is beyond form, God is each form.
The most Other is my inmost Self.
The highest heaven lies below the level of the mind.
We each walk into heaven on our own two feet; we only get there by Grace; a rising tide lifts all ships.
We are voluntary prisoners.
The salvation of the world balances upon one person’s life.
Everything that utterly vanishes reappears like the dawning, at the right moment. Nothing is lost, for everything exists in the universal Consciousness.
Paradoxes. The supposedly real shared world is unreal: the real is not real. And yet it’s real. God is finessing everything from nothing, so creation is not “true”: the true is not true. And yet it’s true.
We create paradoxical truths such as relationships, real things, by living in this world. These truths are false in the midst of formlessness. The truth is the truth of our choiceless choosing.
Opposites that are reconciled in spiritual living: acceding and standing firm; lack and over-indulgence; faith and knowledge; logic and intuition; rest and action; male and female; leader and follower; subjective and objective; mind and matter; this world and Deity.
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Symbolisms of the Star of David |
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The star pictures the paradox in the body, society, psyche, the universe, beyond. The six directions. Enfolding above and below (unseen and seen, mind and body, start and End), left and right (the mystic and human).The center of the star is the omnipresent heart of the world, embracing north, south, east, west. “Take root downward, and bear fruit upward.”
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How Everything is its Own Opposite
The lenses of our eyes turn things upend We learn to feel our feet are where we see, while ground is somewhere six feet overhead*
The grail that shines bright white is black as night, fends off each ray of light back to our eyes Life is cut-off exile, Death reunion Each advantage and defense retreats us all the further Smart ideas garble the here’s Fear of flux and passage sets us up for the Big Fall
*(Some experimental psychologists proved this to their own satisfaction by adjusting to upsidedown glasses!)
The way things slip and slide away shows the No-thing-at-all behind it all. Can’t humanly unify the “I”, can’t define “1” (as we’ll see), no logic or solidity to language.
Everything is its own opposite, to keep the ledgers balanced, in some arrow-feathered way going in as they go out. We move stealthily from rationalism to mysticism. The world gets soaked in the eternality always Now and crossing all time.
Vision: I receive an opposite substance from the Other as a I give.
We give carbon dioxide to plants as they donate oxygen back.
When we interact, your senses may be the complement of mine; what we each call “light” might be a different sensation, as we’re all panes making a stained glass window. The transaction “moving” between us is a transmutation. Dynamics of families, of groups, of nations work by pairing up contraries too, until everyone is blessed.
So, wondrously, interactions take place in a teeming Nothingness which remains forever balanced. Infinity as sine waves. The eternal womb of the Milk Ocean transmutes into huge waves.
Continuum. As black by gradations is white. As the constant, uniform and circular becomes the sine wave, the spiral, the infinitely multiform universe. As the divine awareness becomes our awareness.
Black and white join in a continuum, all of a “oneness.” Opposites live as brothers. Each of the pair is “true,” but we imagine each excludes the other. This leads to the idea of good and bad, having its temporary helpful purpose in this synthesizing world. We’re always grasping halves, living outwardly as halves. Sublimely, we can turn to the level of embracing wholes, the holy, holes. The Mother was widely worshipped anciently: The unified womb existing beyond what it generates, the uncreated reality of Nothingness.
Symbiosis of opposites. One story: To feel “real” is to feel trapped, to feel detached is to feel unreal. To feel free and real too calls for wedding the opposites.
Eventually our dreams of wrong bring us to their opposite. They’re the saving visions giving rise to the good and real. When we’re on the beam, on Buddha’s middle path through two sides, everything is accepted, nothing is clung to, our personal agenda crumples up, we undulate in the moment, an encompassing peace replaces preference or judgment, reconciling all opponents in mystical marriage. Everything is happy being its own opposite, nothing is its own opposite, everything is at one.
Another vision, in the middle of the night: Everything white, just as naturally as the black, so it took a split second to realize. Brilliant yet soft like satin roses.
Everything is its own opposite---the light shining in the darkness ---omnifertile all-embracing No Thingness.
Phosphenes: spontaneous light-activity of the eye, which increases in the dark.
The light that dwells in the darkness softly, Beingness within Nothingness. My Lady is Two. We are filagreed bodies of light and dark, dancing over the edge of the self-cancellation of this world, miraculously, inevitably, freely, into Really Being with You.
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Mirrors
God is looking in the mirror. We are the image seen, but unseeing for now.
We are the facing mirrors who cannot behold the start as our own head is in the way. So we find ourself within paradox.
This earth is a mirror: Nothing in itself, yet reflecting an endless unfolding process of numberless worlds.
And earth has the mirrors of couples, so I can see my face in yours, and you can see yours in me.
The left hand of the Other standing before me is at my right hand, unlike my solitary shadow in a mirror, whose left hand is at my left hand. So the complementary opposite is not an “exact opposite.” The Other isn’t stamped from my mold, but makes my unfathomable completion. There’s mystery in relationship, that returns us from the literal to the sacred.
The Punster
Put a wad of gum on the table, because it had a man’s profile. My wife said, it looks like a woman. When we switched seats, we saw what the other had seen.
A boulder just out the window: contented face or monster fish?
The perfect effortless Punster.
We are all the same, all one life. In our forms, we are different yet the same. Various races and cultures, opposite sexes and so on, we’re all the same in design.
Yet within every such category we find an infinite gradation, which constitutes only the smallest part of our uniqueness. Paradox: Infinite individuality and total Oneness. So we’re each a pun, which is a paradox in one. We’re each amazingly distinctive, each the new Americas, each essential to the Birth, each the world-saviour.