Why is blindness a prerequisite of faith?
The truth can withstand deliberation
and if it cannot then can it be called absolute?
Neither proof nor patent, neither clutch nor crutch,
I am not without horror, without shape or contrast.
I live among others in the isolating patterns
of my perceptual field. This is the price of self,
the feeling of loneliness that comes
from being misunderstood and the callousness
of maintaining one’s discriminations
whatever the cost to others.
The ego cannot be discarded,
the trick is in recognizing
that the identity is fluid,
a process rather than a product.
By maintaining rigid boundaries
everything and everyone becomes
an enemy to be subdued or vanquished.
But if we regard others as aspects
of a vast and benevolent universe
then they become teachers, nuances
of our very own being with a purpose
unique and yet inseparable from our own.