If I can’t reduce high abstract spiritual principles like “non-duality” and such to my everyday mind here in Blackstone, then its no use to me. What good is truth if it doesn’t’ come in the form of Insight? What good is awakening if it doesn’t snap you awake with Insight. This is the practice of following the Dharma, or path of awakening to everyday mind. Everyday mind is enlightenment, says the Zen master.
I’m really interested in the operating system here, the mechanics of awakening, not to achieve some enlightened state but to just be awake, and being awake means having creative insight. And being creative is being joyous and passionate about what you are doing, which is being awake. There is nothing abstract and spiritual here. It’s very down to every mind.
The Middle Way of the Buddha Dharma is not harmonizing opposites, which is diplomacy, nor is it false equivalency where both sides are allowed to keep their position. Reality is not Two. Nor is it removing on of the opposite position, which is todays politics. The Middle Way is transcendent and creative. It’s transcendent because it transcends the grid locked positions, the horns of the dilemma. It is creative because it creates a new unity that contains both preceding positions. Mother and father give birth to a new baby.
Middle Way reminds us of Moses who finds a middle way between the parted Red Sea. But that’s not it. We don’t know what the Middle Way is because it doesn’t exist yet. We have to create it. We have to create the new unity that brings order to disunity, to conflict. So the Middle Way needs conflict as its fuel to create the New Way through the spontaneous connecting of dots that don’t seem to be part of any picture.
The insight is a picture shaping into consciousness that connects the dots. However, in order for this Middle Way to be activated, one has to practice disconnecting from positions and opinions, which hole reality and our self in place. In order to create new worlds, we have to let go of our old world where we feel comfortable and in power.
I have a friend who is a sculptor, and if you have a ball of wire, he will say What do you want? A donkey. His hands sculpt the donkey while he is talking to you. I have a woman barber whose hands know how to cut the hair while she is talking a mile a minute to customers. I write. My hands do the writing. My wife calls. I do an errand. I come back. My hands pick up where they left off.