We all crave the freedom to do and to be with no clear notion regarding doing what, being what. It is as though we are being pushed to do something, to be somehow, without knowing what or how. What to do? How to be? The possibilities are endless. Where do we begin? Not this! Not that! Is all we know. Well. It's a start. Start there. Start with that. And go slowly. What is it about this that is not? What is it about that? Become interested in all of the nots that led to this not, and to that one. What do they have in common? What is the uniting element in all of our nots? What are we moving away from? Avoiding? What do we seem to be moving toward? What attracts us? Fascinates us? Where are we most calm, most balanced in most harmony with our life? Doing what? Being how? Pick up the trail... Away from this, toward that... What is guiding our boat on its path through the sea? Seeking what? Escaping what? Explore these things in The Silence. Sit before them there. Waiting, watching for what emerges, arises, appears, occurs to us out of nowhere, unsought, unbidden, of its own accord, to call us, compel us, to action in its service. Go there. Do that. Be one with what calls/compels you into its service throughout the time left for living-- without having to know why, or for what.
I am fascinated by, wonder-struck by, the complexity of life, of our lives, of existence-- which is to say, by The Mystery of life and being. What holds it together? What threatens to tear it apart? What keeps it going? What keeps us going? In the service of what do we live? How does that work for the continuation of the whole thing-- without our giving any thought to the whole thing at all? No matter what we do, it keeps going! It tucks whatever we do right into the process as though that was the very thing it needed from us all along. And, if we cooperate, it seems to like that just fine, and we seem to have a better time of it, as well. What is "it"? "It" is The Mystery at the heart of life and being. What's its game? Its point? Its purpose? All of our questions are invalid. All of our suppositions are paintings on a prehistoric rock wall. Whatever we tell ourselves is just what we have to say to give us some sense of meaning and foundation, direction and purpose. We get the same outcome by sitting still, being quiet. Or by exploring our nighttime dreams and our daytime flights of fantasy. Everything is a vehicle of projection, an inkblot, a mirror, showing us who we are, saying nothing about what it is. We have nothing to say about it. Our place is to be quiet, and watch, and listen. And do what needs to be done in each situation as it arises, to the best of our ability, and let that be that-- trusting ourselves completely to what, we do not know.
Our place is to do that which needs us to do it. Joseph Campbell said that it comes down to doing what we conceive to be our duty, seeing what is called for in a situation and doing it out of our original nature, "without," he says, "either desire or fear for the fruits of the outcome, without desire or fear for the fruits either for yourself or for others, but simply proceeding in the order of life." He said,"There is a cosmic rhythm, a cosmic order, and that order is intrinsic to our nature, so the real goal of life is to know how to function in unison with this order." This is called "living in accord with the Tao" by the old Taoists (and by the young ones as well). "So that," as Campbell said, "our spontaneity is the spontaneity of nature itself." It is living in tune with the moment in such a way as to read the situation as it is unfolding before us and around us so that we know what is needed and respond out of our own true nature, with the virtues, or facilities, that came with us from the womb, spontaneously meeting the need in ways that are uniquely appropriate to the occasion-- the right deed done at the right time, in the right way. The old Christians would say, "To live like this is to be in the center of God's will." And the old Taoists would smile and say, "Amen."