What a wierd phrase, huh?—adoration of existence! My problem was, I couldn't think of a better phrase!
More accurately, adoration slowly shading over into silence.
Adoration adoration adoration of existence existence existence!
As you can see for yourself, my typewriter/computer is running away with me! Either that, or a more dire possibility—my mind is making the final slide down into complete idiocy!
Either way, here is what these words might want to say:
Just as we can adore a baby or a child, just as we can adore a religious figure or spiritual master, just as we can adore a soulmate, so too can we adore existence itself. The former is a foretaste of the latter, like the appetizer in a meal.
Our adoration of our husband or wife, our adoration of our child, our adoration of our parents, our adoration of a particularly good friend, our adoration of a spiritual or political leader—whatever we've adored in life can be expanded to include everything with nothing left out.
This adoration isn't loud, doesn't want anything, just loves being here looking at this wonderful, incredible interplay of light and dark that we call "reality" and that is actually one thing.
Is this adoration of existence perfect? Hell no! It's always an imperfect adoration, subject to tears, grief, fear, anger, thoughtlessness and lots of other things, but large enough to contain them all and much more.
We're still whatever we are, which thank God will always be imperfect, but deep inside is an always growing core of adoration for existence, for this beautiful imperfect existence.
How perfect that our love is imperfect. That way it's always dancing, growing in the light. There's no end to it. How far can you enter into the ocean?
Why isn't reality perfect? Here's why:
Reality doesn't seem "perfect" because
imperfection is a greater perfection than perfection.
If something is perfect it's already realized, there's no movement to it, it's too inflexible at that point to be an accurate representative of the poetry and melody of the One.
The One is always moving, risking, failing sometimes, succeeding other times—all through us. That's why the movement and imperfection of life is so cool. The One experiences itself through "us," that is, through itself, and seeing its own incredibly beautiful imperfection it falls in love with it—it's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone!
But note: Existence could only really fall in love with itself if it were imperfect. If existence were perfect the heart wouldn't have to open in order to love it, that is, to love itself. Just think how easy it would be to love something perfect, the heart would scarcely have to stretch at all!
When we can let go far enough to love even those parts of the world that our mind dislikes or that it reacts to, that's when our deep inner core of love is growing inside. Whenever or however it shows up on the outside is not our business—it's in charge of itself!
Adoration of existence is when our true nature inside gradually or suddenly falls in far enough to say, "Enough! I'll love 'you' any way 'you' want to present yourself!" Whether or not that love is "perfect" or not isn't relevant, it's not our business!
How perfect that our love is imperfect!
How perfect that our love is imperfect!
Because:
Imperfection is the real perfection.
Only imperfection could express the highest, noblest, most beautiful facet of existence—the movement of its light back and forth through "light" and "dark," through "left" and "right," through "good" and "bad," through "day" and "night," through "life" and "death."
The One, which leaves out nothing and is not just a part of everything but is everything, cannot be born and cannot die. It just is. Come to think of it, just like the reality which represents It, which is It so well.
A grain of sand or a beetle crawling on a leaf contains the entire One, because the One doesn't actually contain any parts. It's all illusion that there are any parts, yet nevertheless the play of imperfect parts allows for the existence of love in/as the One.
In that sense, the "part" is just as important to the One as the One is to the "part," because it allows for the existence of love, for the existence of compassion, for the existence of adoration, for the existence of you dearheart.
—jim sloman, (written 12.2.06, my birthday!) for 1.22.07
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