Stillness in the 21st Century.

The Sophists of old were masters of their craft. Whether the craft was oratory or winemaking was not the question. The question was the wisdom and love that one imbued into the art one followed. Before allowing a Haiku to appear out of the Mystery into duality, the individual would enter her/his being and go still. Perhaps for a few minutes but more likely a few hours, days, a lifetime. The extension of eternity into matter is necessarily a part of the physics of the divine. As the rubber band of existence is reaching its finality the torsion it exerts upon matter is seemingly chaotic to the observer and yet all is held in and by a sublime perfection.

Sophistication is by extension and of extension a projection into complexity of the original simplicity that is nothing. The mind asks why and in so doing extends its parameters and moves away from the origin, the state of stasis, of no movement, in search of the answer it seeks through movement, which is an aberration. Notice how the mind asks why. Why is movement an aberration? Why did this arise? Who is the I that asks this, sees this and endeavours to understand this?

In optics, the definition of aberration is the failure of rays to converge at one focus because of a defect in a lens or mirror. Thus I, the observer, being all I can refer to as an observer, as I cannot observe anything other than what I observe, observe movement and in so doing, lose the stillness that is natural and inherent, my original state of being. In my search for perfection I move away from perfection into abstraction.

Having lost, or rather, misplaced, the original perfection, I am eternally seeking that which I have never lost and in so doing am moving further away from it. I am a deluded sense of lack that is seeking what it knows, subconsciously, is my home. If I did not know, subconsciously, what it is I lack and am seeking to find fulfilment in, I would not seek it. I would be complete in my sense of lack.

What do I lack? Nothing in existence. I have everything and it's never enough. Perhaps I will never find what I lack. Perhaps I will spend my whole life seeking what I lack in one way or another in order to at last surrender, give up, be exhausted, finished. Perhaps in that stillness of surrender I will then be informed from within what I already know. Perhaps.