Emptiness is Never Empty

A simple seeker was meditating on the concept of emptiness.

“What would it look like?”

“It wouldn’t look like anything.”

“What do you think emptiness means to a spiritual seeker, such as yourself.”

“Without form.”

“What is without form?”

“Potential.”

“What potential?”

“Any and all.”

“Where does this emptiness, which is potential, exist?”

“Perhaps wherever there is no form.”

“Where is there no form?”

“You’re leading me somewhere.”

“Where might I be leading you?”

“To asking you to please explain what it’s all about.”

“Yes.”

“Please explain.”

“What?”

“Where emptiness is, and what it might look like if I could recognize it.”

“Emptiness and nothingness are never empty nor nothing. They are potential, as is everything and everyone.”

“Then we each have a never-ending potential?”

“To what?”

“To be and do”

“To be and do what?”

“To become.”

“To become what?”

“More aware.”

“Of what?”

“Of a slippery slope of enquiry.”

“Yes.”

……….

A simple seeker’s note to herself

I’m beginning to become more aware of sometimes being pulled into a discussion with Spirit, and perhaps with some others, that’s over my head.

“Of what?”

“Of everything.”

“How is that possible?”

“How might it be possible?”

“With practice.”

“Yes, and with intent.”

“Intent?”

“Yes, with intent to become more aware.”

“Aware of what?”

“Of why things seem to be the way they are.”

“What things?”

“Relationships between people, places, and things.”

“Yes. The problem is that it could require more mental energy than I possess.”

“Mental muscles, as do physical muscles, develop with use.”

………..

Published by jeanw5

A Journal of a journey, with Spirit as my guide, using the wisdom of I Ching, an ancient explanation of change as a necessary part of life, to understand Life, and where, how, and why my life has developed as it has, and where do I go from here, and how, and why. My mission, purpose, or desire is to share my struggle toward and passion for enlightenment, without having a clear idea of what it will look like when I find it, and I intend to find it, sooner or later. Meanwhile I seem to be struggling toward enlightenment without a clear road map, unless Spirit, my constant companion (did He invite himself along, for laughs, perhaps?) is hiding it from me, for whatever reason. Vancouver, BC Canada is the only place I care to live, in this world. Perhaps it's not entirely by choice. My name is carved into a nearby sidewalk, as if to remind me where I belong. I am blessed to have Spirit as a teacher. Just ask him.

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