Hearing is knowing.
Seeing is knowing.
Feeling is knowing.
Comparing is knowing.
Remembering is knowing.
Imagining is knowing.
Reflecting is knowing.
Worrying is knowing.
Hoping is knowing.
Pushing is knowing.
Pulling is knowing.
Eating is knowing.
Digesting is knowing.
Raining is knowing.
Rivering is knowing.
Mountaining is knowing.
Oceaning is knowing.
Strange to see but all this knowing
draws a needed knower
we make one! A terrifying fiction!
A singularity knowing everything else.
A me! Alive and intelligent
renders all the rest as object.
While plural knowing is all around,
a fusion of awesome complexity,
a seeming con-fusion,
Resting, nowfully, here
Of late I’ve been marveling at the profound depth and breadth of this uncensored, unresisted, unfiltered experience of livingness. I’ve written about the immense sorrow and the exalted joyfulness and everything in between. It’s been both wondrous and humbling to realize how I managed, for decades, to make sure the door to unlimited livingness was kept safely chain-locked. Only manageable peeks allowed! Equilibrium must be maintained – no messy wetness around the eyelashes eh?
Well that’s all herstory now, as the scribblings here and elsewhere have made explicit. So it was only fitting that I would find myself – this past week – on retreat with a teacher whose immense and compassionate wisdom encompasses the limitless interbeing of life. And whose passion is the sharing of that wisdom.
Falling into this gracious and immeasurable Awareness and knowing it as ‘I’ is a big enough shock. Realizing that this inescapable un-locatable … whateveritis … melts one into seamless intimacy with the movement of Life in its inconceivable creative unfolding is the aftershock that keeps coming and coming and coming like an unstoppable orgasm.
Tarchin Hearn is wise to this. I think he’s a shaman disguised as a very non-sectarian Buddhist. He would chuckle and grin widely. I could write much about my week with him; how he helped me ‘adjust’ to this intimacy, how he opened up fresh vistas of wonderment and refreshed that soft fragile childlike curiosity that had been sidelined over the last difficult decade. But today I just want to offer you a taste of his gentle eco-poetry.
Going for refuge is ‘longing.’
Being refuge is ‘belonging.’
Everything mirroring, echoing, and creatively responding.
This mysterious temple of knowing.
This paramecium, this bacteria, this person,
this family, this forest, this butterfly,
each a temple of uniqueness,
mutually longing for
and belonging in
every other temple of longing and belonging.
Ocean currents of temple-ing
floating in sensual warmth of never ending
consummation and freshness.
– Tarchin Hearn
Begin your life, begin each day, begin a session of meditation, nourished by the experience of being seamlessly part of a vast living world. Before even getting out of bed, pause for a few moments to feel the rhythm of your breathing and settle into the deep interior sensations of your body, an extraordinary community of tens of trillions of cells – all ‘talking’ to each other. Imagine uncountable cellular beings, each of them replicating, travelling, repairing, maintaining, eating, breathing, excreting, forming alliances and symbiotic associations, all functioning together in the process that is your body.
You are alive! Not only that, but the community that is you, at this very moment is interbeing with myriad other communal beings. Feel this billion year unfolding of embodied mystery. In Buddhism, to enter this remembrance is to touch the essence of what is called ‘refuge’; a deep sense of belonging; a vivid acquiescence to participating in a living process that can never be completely mapped out.
Everything that you think, do and feel, has an affect on other beings. You matter. We matter. Everyone matters. Remembering our roots, or releasing into refuge, can bring a sense of abiding in a way of deep acceptance, wonderment and utter inclusiveness. This moment before you roll out of bed is a time to feel your own unique sense of being enmeshed in and supported by, the living community of everything and everyone that makes up this world.
~ Tarchin Hearn