Free of the judgment of what you thought you knew about the thing - that is what it is to see with eyes unclouded by hate. To approach life’s interactions renewed and without preconception. Because though the bad stuff is still there, so too is the obligate opposite. To embrace one and deny the other puts the evangelists and the atheists in the same room, denying everyone else access to the kingdom of heaven - through the eyes. See that is where divinity is found, but the knife cannot cut itself nor can the eye look upon itself. So we see divinity in others in that way. And you play a role in the interpolations other people make about their subjective experiences. And if you play the game of good and evil, right and wrong; assuming that one had to triumph over the other then you missed the whole point of the game.
And in doing so the grudge match that ensues internally is manifested in our outward expressions towards others. That is to say that one who denies that which is in himself puts up a mask to others. And that mask prevents others from looking into your eyes and seeing the divinity that is and always was there. And some of us will get that message. And some will not. And we ALL will not at times in our lives, but it is when sometimes becomes for a time becomes all the time that as individual articulations we never escape the Wheel of Samsara, not even for a moment. And people are yearning to see that, because down deep we know it was us all along. But by trying to be something we’re not, we enforce these masks that entangle us and everyone around us and everyone around them in the double bind. Where does it end? Better question: where does it begin? Still yet: was there ever an answer to get to?
As long as there are people, there will be an endless cycle of hurt, reconciliation, or a life with eyes clouded by hate. And that’s all jazz man… beautiful stuff. But by escaping the trap we so often find ourselves in, we can ride those waves little a little Taoist surfer.
I know how this may sound in the abstract but try and put it in the here and now. What would that look like? How about this:
I love you. Just the way you are. And all the hurt in this world only serves the love I have for it and everything in it. And that includes you, and me… right now. Because all that suffering
we put on one another, that we put on ourselves… it grounds us in the reality that right here and right now we don’t have to do that. We don’t have to feel that way, because it’s not always going to be that way and the house… well the house was always supposed to fall down. My days will not outlast my love for them. So let’s just be here now.
And just sit in that. And think of everyone you love and everyone you don’t. Think about those who have welcomed you into this world, and those who will see you out of it. And in that intimation of sincerity, the bad stuff falls away and what’s left is the present moment. The vibration of it all. And all the ways we try to connect with one another, through love and hurt, are seen as options, choices. And the agency in that reveals the true impartiality of life - that our choices are few, but if we choose to be here now we can but for a moment curate something nascently as beautiful as what opportunes itself in our lives every day we wake up and take that first conscious breath. Everyone who didn’t make it through the night was thinking about that too. Or maybe they weren’t.