I spent the last couple of hours writing up this post, all about where my meditative practices and spiritual studies have taken me the last few days and weeks. I explained where I’ve been, what I’ve come to understand about myself and the world around me, what I’ve felt, how it has begun to transform me. Who would not be moved by this? Who would not want to see what I have seen? As my coffee kicked in, I grew more confident that my readers — you — would surely want to know the secrets I have uncovered within myself. Ultimately, I gave the post what I thought to be a fitting title and prepared to publish.
And silently, with a loving smile, I deleted that post.
The tao that can be told
is not the eternal Tao
The name that can be named
is not the eternal Name.
The unnamable is the eternally real.
Naming is the origin
of all particular things.
Free from desire, you realize the mystery.
Caught in desire, you see only the manifestations.
Yet mystery and manifestations
arise from the same source.
This source is called darkness.
Darkness within darkness.
The gateway to all understanding.
— Lao Tzu, from Tao Te Ching, translation by Stephen Mitchell