Recently,
Perhaps as recent as the last few weeks:
I have a a sense of distancing.
A separation between myself and what is going on here and now.
More a sensation of being transfixed by it, observing it, instead of being a part of it.
Often catching myself mesmerized, or riveted to the drama of it-
Like being taken in by a documentary or good story-
But of not BEING in it.
Of ‘IT’ moving around me, as if I were floating upon it.
I heard an Alan Watts chat,
Explaining Wu Wei.
Also recently hearing the full description of YHWH-
The breath in and the breath out.
The two-
Ideas, or thoughts, or wisdom...
Or whatever the heck they are- that form the frame work for understanding this sensation that has overcome me.
The being still.
The letting be. Letting go. Allowing to be. Allowing to go, and do and be whatever it is- without my input or consideration.
It’s not my choice.
And the idea of not needing to control it, or wanting to control it or even predict the outcome of what might be....
Instead just-
Watching it.
Being transfixed by it.
Floating upon it, around it.
Observing it as outside of me and other.... Other than me.
But how could that be?
For can it even be? Without my knowledge?
Can I even know of it- if it is outside of my scope of comprehension?
Yet, there it is...
Whatever it may be.
Is that what you would call a paradox?
The idea that nothing exists outside my perceptions, or rather “what” is outside my perceptions cannot be perceived.
But that also “I” may remain simply observing them, having no input or reaction to their “being”.
That I may control my perception of a “thing”- without influencing what that “thing” may be.
I am sure all the neurotics of the world have considered this in some way at some point in time.
A manipulator thrives on manipulating-
So what happens when they no longer manipulate?
Does that change the essence of their soul? The essence of them?
Are THEY now, without definition,
No longer being the title they are associated with?
Does a dog become a human when they think they are one-long enough?
Can a drama-hound become silent?
When I consider YHWH.
The idea that the very first thing done, and the very last-
The breath-
Sigh reverence to a creator many times redefined by mankind.
Unwittingly, admitting knowledge of “from whence they came, and where they will return” at the point of both arrival and departure.
I ponder this idea of pure service and reverence.
Being or becoming transfixed to the purpose of “Being”.
What that might look like, feel like, be like.
Wu Wei... admittedly a new idea, however long ago “known” without knowing.
I was with a Taoist for 9 years.
One of his tattoos said “having no way- as way”
Essentially the teachings most commonly associated with Wu Wei.
However,
Other than reading a few books and listening to some ideas about Taoism, I did not delve into it wholeheartedly.
It was more of a buffering of what I believed to be true,
And that was-
All things point to a Creator, nothing I have found can prove or disprove design over disaster.
It was only quite recently,
While scrolling through TikTok on a smoke break,
I stumbled across Alan Watts talk on it.
It was profound enough in the moment, that I went into the kitchen at work and asked my co-workers if they had ever heard that.
Wrote “Wu Wei” on a yellow sticky note, and stuck it in the card-holder part of my phone case.
Days later, after doing my morning devotion and journal to God,
The movement of the thought drove me to jot out my thoughts.
12.12.2023
SITTING TRANSFIXED. UNMOVING, OUTWARDLY.
ONE MIGHT THINK PARALYZED - YET TOO RELAXED FOR THE RIGIDITY OF THAT ASSUMPTION.
RATHER MESMERIZED OR TAKEN BY.
TAKEN IN.
ABSORBED WITH OR BY.
TRANSFIXED.
THE FOCAL POINT ASSOCIATED WITH THE STATE OF BEING.
WU WEI
What is it?
Neither lack of way,
Or no way-
But of letting way.
Of being transfixed by way- to the point of movement with and by way.
Letting way be the way.
Wu Wei.
Focused on -
To the point of non-movement without lack of movement.
Floating - in a state of non-movement upon the water- moved only
By the water and the Breath.
In.
Out.
YH
WH
Wu
Wei
...so your will becomes the will of the breath that moves you. Cutting not the water as you move upon it. Breaking not the pattern of the ripples as you move through them - only adding to the surface: Your presence.