I’m showing off my Big Buddhas tonight and the end of my search for the Perfect Buddha. The Dharma is not measured by the size of your Buddha. So I no longer search for the perfect Buddha. I have had many quests in my life. I used to quest for the perfect Yoga, the perfect guru, the perfect teaching, the perfect tradition, the perfect Shiva (got some shiva statures too), the perfect Ganesh (got four of them), and then the perfect Spiritual Project (had many of them), and so on. You get the idea. The search for perfection or wholeness or completion, which is the end of the pain of seeking, ironically. Yes, perfection is Ironic. You have to search, but the search creates the imperfection you are seeking to escape. Ironic.
So I have taken refuge in Metaphor. You see a metaphor is a contradictory message, to incompatible views, each of which stands alone, but are mutually dependent so you can’t eliminate one without removing the other. A metaphor holds the contradiction is sustained tension, and the energy of that tension—like the two poles of a battery—generates the energy for transcendence. We can’t make the leap out of polarity, being caught on the horns of this or that—is this perfect or is that perfect—without energy. Where is the energy going to come from because all your available energy is tied up in the conflict of the polarities of your mind. You have no free energy when you are stressed.
We need, you need, an energy generator. And that’s what a Metaphor is. But no one can give you a metaphor generator. You have to create one yourself our of your polarities, your inconsistencies. I try to point the way, but I can’t give you your liberating metaphor.
You have to come to the end of your suffering where you can’t take it any more, but not to the point where you shoot yourself, because that is not the end of it. We think that is an escape, but when I say the end of it, that means there is no escape, not even suicide.
When there is NO Escape, you come the the Edge of the Buddha, who said all life is suffering. There is no escape if ALL is tension and suffering and separation. Suffing in Buddha context is separation, or disunity, or divisions in your mind, or the inconsistencies in your mind, the polarity of either/or….or the search for perfection. There is no perfection!
But perfection is ironic, as I said. When you realize through and through there is no perfection or escape from imperfection, BAM! you are no longer divided, no longer seeking perfection. BAM! Division ends, and guess what? Perfection leaps out as YOU. Perfection is your not divided. Now this is a metaphor.
It is a metaphor because you are in the world, so you are divided between you and the world; but you are also perfect and atonement with the world. You are in the world divided: you are in union with the world, undivided. That’s a metaphor. This is the Logic of Ambiguity. You are Perfect/Not Perfect…..the metaphor is the whole that contains the incompatible and incompatible opposites. Make the Leap! That’s Perfect.
So here’s the secret. A shortcut that will cut decades off your suffering of looking for the perfect IT. There is no perfect IT. Every IT has a contender, something or someone claiming to be IT. Eternal conflict the search for the perfect IT.
But YOU are IT!. That ends it. But there is a twist here. YOU contains the conflicts of ITS. You are the Holy Grail that holds the ITs contending to be the ONE IT. YOU are IT.
Here’s my favorite poem that explains IT.
“God disguised as myriad things
and playing a game of tag
has kissed you and said
‘You’re it..I mean,
you’re REALLY IT’
Now it does not matter
what you believe or feel
for something wonderful,
is someday going to
So lets get some more views here, if you are interested in finding a way out of Perfection. You have to discover the Middle Way of the Dharma, which is not to divide perfection or harmonize opposites that are each blaming to be perfect. No….the Middle Way is to transcend the polarity, the two contending perfections. Everyone want to be perfect and whole and complete, the end of the search. Stop here. My opinion is perfect. This is IT!
But you know this is not IT. Because while he proclaims to be IT you also know you are IT too. So how can two ITs be the one perfect IT? There is no end to IT. You see?
Let IT stop here.
The Metaphor Cat is actually a very deep talk, as it goes to the heart of me. I didn’t realize it as I was giving it, because it was fun and in the moment, but it’s about the search for perfection, the endless search for perfection that comes to rest in the dying Buddha. (read what I write here also)
If you see Perfection. Kill it! When everything is perfect, there is nothing to see. You are IT!