My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
A Step Beyond Life
The dying to self is not what we do in order to come alive to or as someone else. As the dying to self of death, there is a willingness to set aside the assurance and predictability of the self in favor of the collective awareness of contemplation. It is not dying in the sense of losing or abandoning, and it has none of the despair the living associate with death. It is instead a hope-filled step beyond life as it is, and a settling out of being. It is what makes death transition, but not into a different existence, but instead to a transformation of what we would cling to had we less faith. There is no need to cling to life since that would be embracing incompleteness in fear of fulfillment.
Labels:
awareness,
dying,
hope,
letting go,
living,
meditation
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