I used to think truth was something simple.
Something one felt. Something essential. Something easily revealed.
After years of meditation–and the practice of blogging–it becomes more and more apparent that, yes, Truth is very simple. But it’s extremely complicated to convey it to oneself or another person.
Most of the time we humans tell half-truths to each other. We pick and choose what to tell. We announce we think or believe something, conveniently leaving out the actual experience in our lives where we did the opposite.
An example, you request?
Let’s say we share that we’re a generous person (either by using descriptive words or announcing how we donated to Amnesty International or the Red Cross.) We’re defining ourselves in a very giving light, aren’t we? Yet we’re forgetting our stingy moments, the times we withheld information or goods, the way we ate all the chocolate mousse and refused to save a bite for our husband.
The only real truth is that we’re generous sometimes and we’re not generous other times. We’re both. It depends on which way we or others decide to discern about us.
When we type our blogs or gossip with the neighbor, we’re almost always consciously (or unconsciously) illuminating certain aspects of our lives and downplaying others. We’re choosing to do this for many reasons. Sometimes we’re not even aware of why we’re blogging or sharing. Perhaps our ego needs a boost. Perhaps we’re attempting to teach, or share about a locale or skill.
A person reading sometimes fathoms something about what’s being shared. But we rarely, truly, know where another person is coming from. We think we know. We tell ourselves we know. But, in truth, another person is a very complicated creature filled with desires and cross-desires. If we tell ourselves we know about another person–we’re usually telling ourselves a story filled with shades of truth and untruth.
Our stories about other people are usually reflections of ourselves. We’re mostly seeing the other person through a veil of our own beliefs and opinions.
Human minds attempt to discern, judge, and reduce to the simplest possible explanation. They do that for many reasons including insuring survival, prioritization and seeking pleasure.
Yet, by reducing everything to a tiny explanation, a tiny sliver of truth, we do great injustice to ourselves, others and the world.
The world–and every person you meet (including yourself) is a mystery which can never ever be revealed.
I am having great troubles lately telling the truth. A sentence pops out of the mouth or from the typing fingers and it’s immediately seen that it’s such a half-truth. It could almost be a lie of omission. It’s only half the story. It’s not the moon. It’s the finger pointing to the moon.
We all do this constantly. It’s part of the Ego’s job description. You shall reduce Reality to its Least Common Denominator, sayeth the Creator as Ego incarnates.
Having typed all of this, may I now repeat: Truth is really something simple. Not complicated. Something we feel with our heart. A direction we know we must turn, if we can see through the brambles of thoughts which obscure our path.
It’s those darn brambles (our conditioning, our thoughts with their corresponding feelings) which mess us up so much at times.
Wanting so strongly to rest in the feeling of truth, the simplicity of it. To allow that truth changes every moment, that it flows, it dances, it sings. It’s alive within us.
To be strong and tender and flexible enough to change as Truth changes, to let Truth live through me…