On Duality

The Infinite Spiral

In the past few months, I've gotten so far away from my somewhat regular meditation practice, not on purpose. Once I've been disconnected for a while, it's hard to get back. It's the will... finding the will to go back again.

It's because once I do go back, it takes me in. It breathes me in and out. It swallows me. It's addictive. I want more, and more and more. To go deeper... to remember more, to connect back.

However, the more time I spend in that world, the less I am in this one. The one I came here to be in. We all did.

Maybe that's just another juxtaposition; duality. When we're there, we plan to be here... to fulfill a specific purpose.

But when we're here, we're always trying to find, or remember, that purpose. All we can think about is there-- where we come from and where we go. Our curiosity grows infinitely about the great amnesia that exists between worlds. If only we had the eyes to see.

And so it goes, a continuous cycle, spiraling in and out again and again and again. The circle of life (and death). The orbit of the solar system. The expansion and contraction of the Universe...

Birth. Life. Death.

The cycles of nature each year. The cycles of the seasons. The phases of the moon. The ever-turning wheel of the year. The great wheel in the sky and all around us. The lifecycle of everything.

It's the space in between. When we get there and hold that space, that's magic. That's the state of deep meditation. The Universe is always pulsing, radiating, and so are we. We glide through time and space and back again.

We transform. We bloom, we thrive, we wilt... we return to the place from which we came, over and over again.

We go from one extreme to another... seasons, emotions... We ebb and flow in a never-ending dance. A beautiful symphony filled with both great joy and great sorrow, like poetry, and all of the best stories.

They make us feel. They take us on a roller coaster ride. It's that rush we get, between extreme highs and lows, that keeps us wanting more.

Once that feeling is gone, we're satisfied. The hunger is no more.

The contradiction of duality itself is that we need it to remain stable. Though on the surface, it appears to be exactly the opposite.

Beautiful chaos. A wild garden.