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Engaging
Emptiness: Stepping into the Mirror
A Thin Place Reflection, by Bill Halpin
For Conversation in The Thin Place
“Between Organized Religion & Personal Expressions
of the Sacred” 24Feb.2000
Perhaps God’s name is a mirror that simply and silently waits. It waits
to be seen and heard. It waits to be what is looking at it, to be what
is listening to it. Perhaps God’s name is a mirror waiting, a reflecting
invitation waiting for our true reflection to be seen, and our true name
to be heard, truly and compassionately.
I wish to explore “Engaging Emptiness” as both the thin place and the
activity that occurs there, between organized religions and our individual
personal expressions of the sacred.
I will play with the image of mirror. I will use the word “contemplative”
as one engaged in a longing…loving…looking.
In his essay “The Mystery of Shared Intent” Gerald May in the Winter
1999 issue of Shalem News writes about the institute’s early days
when several people shared a longing but had no name for it. He writes:
“The simple experience of being together in silence was deeply affirming
and was enhanced by working together at various practices, sharing our
experiences, and uncritically listening to one another.”
This is a lovely way to begin something!
Mirrors give back what they are given.
Usually, just as it is given – same colors, same size, same time. Mirrors
are very faithful, troublingly so. Some days what they return seems wonderful
in appearance. Some days, just awful. Mirrors are many, and they are everywhere.
Richard Rohr, in Raven’s Bread (Nov.1999) a newsletter subtitled,
Food for Those in Solitude, writes he’d spent last lent in hermitage
“…looking until my eyes were filled and thinking escaped me. Then, at
last, I knew by not knowing. And I knew Him. And ‘I’ was of no concern.”
Rohr wrote that:
It was good, for a change, to be a ‘Clandestine Christian’ –
to return to the One Mirror, where all is mirrored in truth and compassion,
without all the distractions of group think and group identity and group
polarizations. I wonder if this is not the way through our present morass
within churches and in our cultural hall of mirrors. What else will clean
the mirror?
It seems that it is the things we cannot do anything with, the
useless things, and the things we cannot do anything about, the
necessary things, which change us and transform us. They do something
with us instead of us doing something with them! We are freed
from the tyranny and illusion of control. It is often people outside
of denominations and ideologies who are most free to be guided by
these “agendas from God.” Perhaps because they have no choice.
There has to be some degree of withdrawal from the revolving hall
of mirrors in order to find oneself primarily mirrored by God. This
is an urgent need, not just for me personally, but also for a culture
that seems lost in monthly media dramas, projections and conversations
that merely fill up the time and temporarily assuage the loneliness.
We feel socially contagious today, and no one is benefiting from it.
We tend to mirror group feelings instead of knowing who we really
are.
Rohr shares a quote from a Moslem mystic, Ibn al-Arabi, (1165-1240),
that, Rohr says, delighted him for days on end while in hermitage: “God
sighs to become known in us. God is delivered from solitude by the people
in whom God reveals himself. The sorrow of the unknown God is softened
through and in us.” Rohr concludes by saying: “That’s enough work for
all our remaining years. All we can be is transparent and vulnerable.
Our authority will be the authority of those [who] have passed through
– and come out the other side – dead and alive.”
Richard Rohr leaves the “mirror image “ there. I want to take it one
step further for this Thin Place Reflection. To engage emptiness, that
open space between organized religion and personal expressions of the
sacred, we step into the mirror, or the “One Mirror.” What does it mean
to step into the mirror? It means that all reflecting-of-other is done
away with. It means that there is no you, no I, to be reflected back.
This is not an eradicating or destruction of what we typically think of
as “me” – rather, it is a recognition of our true identity, what Jung
called the Selbstverwirklichung, “the Self realizing itself.” Jung
wrote in “Conscious, Unconscious, and Individuation,” in the Archetypes
and the Collective Unconsciousness, that:
Individuation means becoming a single, homogeneous being,
and, in so far as “individuality” embraces our innermost, last, and
incomparable uniqueness, it also implies becoming one’s own self. We
could therefore translate individuation as “coming to selfhood” (zum
eigen Selbst werden, “becoming one’s own Self”) or “self-realization”
(Selbstverwirklichung, “the Self realizing itself”).
If stepping into the mirror were possible, would it be a desirable thing
to do? And even if desirable, who would do it?
I think the contemplative would do it. I think the contemplative, (the
word might be translated “the longing loving looker”) would enter his/her
very looking, and grow tired of trying to find something, or if found,
tired of trying either to possess it, or even describe it. The contemplative
would, in the words of Hui Neng, no longer look at something, but
as something, no longer look at reality but as reality.
The contemplative desires to step into the mirror to accomplish 3longings:
1.
To be one as God is one and all else is one, that is, awake to
one’s true nature. (And here I caution myself that I am not talking of
some vague or overarching engulfing “One” into which we fall, losing what
we’ve known as our separate selves, our individual egos). Rather, to become
one, as each is one, as God is one, is to be what the Japanese word Jitai
means, to be Itself). To be “itself” is to be what one is. Often
this is called one’s “true self.” This entails a loss of comparison or
contrasting, object relation, dualistic thinking, not-good-enough, not-there-yet.
It is also an arrival, or, if you will, a gain, (although there is nothing
to be gained).
The arrival is at one’s own reality, one’s true reality. (Did I say “at?”)
The arrival is “as” one’s true reality. You are what you are – as – I
am what I am.
This sense of “one” feels to me something I might be less afraid of, more
willing to consider falling into, knowing that what falls away is the
critical or judging, unneeded, or excess (possibly untrue) additions or
accretions added to what, who, how I am.
2.
The contemplative steps into the mirror so as to see, truly, what
is to be seen.
To see truly what is to be seen is to see what-you-are looking
at. In Zen terms, you see what is seeing you. In other words – what you
are looking for is what is looking for you; what you are looking at is
what is looking at you. By stepping into the mirror we become what
is reflecting. We are no longer what is reflected back, we are reflection
itself. Blue comes, blue. Snow comes, snow. Red cardinal comes, red cardinal.
3.
Lastly, by stepping into the mirror, the contemplative is finally
safe and sound, able to do what it is they long to do. I suspect the contemplative
longs to do what they are, they long to be what they do. No five year
plans, no more sorting out and through what accumulates as distress, and
sickens as lies, no more being terrified by potential loss (of security,
of self, of sanity). Stepping into the mirror eventuates the wholeness
of being/doing. You are what you do. You do what you are. Martin Heidegger
said that “To save means to set something free into its own presencing.”
His notion of “saving” and being safe are intriguing.
These three longings: to be one; to truly see; to live safe and sound
– are these the longings “engaging emptiness,” the longings and the activity
of what-is-between? What value in stepping elsewhere, in moving from appreciating
other to realizing no-other? If there is something further to do, what
is it?
Esther de Waal in her book Living With Contradiction tells
when John Howard Griffin, a biographer, was living in Thomas Merton’s
hermitage at Gethsemani, he wrote:
I take Merton’s advice and do nothing, just let all this saturate
me, wait for it to tell me what to do. I watch, experience, and listen
to the things about me.
You wait, Tom said. You don’t go rushing after what is already there.
You wait, give it time, give it time to gradually reveal itself in
you…. The solitude unites you with the wind in the trees, the rain,
the movement of the birds…you witness the creator and attend to him
in all his creation.
De Waal goes on about Merton’s photography:
His photographs tell me how Merton saw the things, the places, the
people in his life. To have taken time to look at them with such loving
attention was in itself an act of worship, a homage to that world
he so totally enjoyed and loved, that he enjoyed and loved for itself
and because it mirrored its creator.
The secret, I realize, is that he lets each person, each object,
each place be itself, speak for itself.
Thomas Berry in his book Buddhism tells of the 7th
century saint, Santi Deva, saying that in this “…saint of Buddhism one
of the most profound trends within the entire tradition came to its own
final fruition. It was the desire not only to experience but in some manner
to become identical with the entire order of things, to be immersed in
the highest experience possible of the total order of things even though
this was eventually a world of sunyata, of emptiness. Indeed it
was precisely in this final mystery of things, this emptiness that is
somehow a fullness, that Santi Deva found his final life experience:
I will cease to live as self, and will take as myself my fellow-creatures. We
love our hands and other limbs, as members of the body; then, why not
love other living beings, as members of the universe? …Make thyself
a spy for the service of others, and whatsoever thou seest in thy body’s
work that is good for thy fellows, perform it so that it may be conveyed
to them. (Barnett, tr., Path
of Light)
In Conclusion, this image, this metaphor of stepping into the mirror,
is the act of engaging emptiness, the itself of each and all. Religions
hold what have been the cultural understandings at differing times of
human evolutionary history and consciousness. Religions are the repositories
of Faith as captured and conveyed to the present. They represent many
reflections in many mirrors.
Correspondingly, as individuals who have also had encounters with the
sacred in forms and expressions that perhaps are more varied or, at least,
not the same as the particular reflections conveyed by established religions
– there are a great variety of reflections mirrored (even in this very
room tonight) whenever people gather to tell where they’ve been and what
they’ve seen. For each of us to try to recount or perhaps even remember
and connect with the multitudinous manifestations of the sacred, clandestine
encounters with the divine – would be a wondrous use of our time with
each other. It would also be a huge hall of mirrors, perhaps like Indra’s
Net, a net of jewels reflecting each and the other, back and forth in
a sparkling display of the innumerable manifestations of sacred life.
These are lovely tasks, and many future conversations.
Between the two is that which sounds like the words German poet Rainer
Maria Rilke wrote about love: “Love is when two solitudes greet, touch,
and protect each other.”
Between the two is the Mirror-Itself, which, when stepped into, is a
resplendent and engaging emptiness. Not a frightening emptiness, but an
engaging emptiness that greets each one in their distinctive solitude,
touching the reality that they are, protecting and making safe by allowing
each the freedom to be, uncritically, what each is.
Perhaps, stepping into the mirror, we will transparently, in God’s-Name:
1. be the sound of our own True Name, and
2. see What-Is-Itself everywhere we are looking, finally,
3. safely conduct our passage, going “completely beyond” into the heart
of Sacred Reality.
It is an empty passage. It is a going without knowing.
There is a Japanese poem that suggests this not-knowing moving with the
name of God. The image of crossing what-is, completely engaging what-is,
simply and silently:
Like a boatman
Crossing Yura Strait,
His rudder gone,
I know not the goal
Of this path of love.
(Sone Yoshitada, late 10th century)
I can only imagine the smile of joy on the boatman’s face in such a passage,
on such a path -- looking, listening, waiting!
(wfh, 24Feb2000)
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