Following link from LiteraryVienna to Brain Pickings, this pops up:
We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines
From "A Brave and Startling Truth" by Maya Angelou
We are witnesses to the awkward conversation between the telling of what actually happened and what someone wants you to believe happened. Some say truth is perception. If a lie is all you hear, your perception is of a lie. If the truth is what is presented, your perception is of what is true.
And yet, the ability to see what is there requires a mind capable of, and willing to, surround and be surrounded by what is there without the filters of opinion, prejudice, confirmation bias, or active ill will.
And yet, (and yet, and yet), a paradox and contradiction seems to arise. Can what is Alone be Relational?
Truth might be something in itself. But the perception of truth requires a relational integrity of interactive interpenetration that induces and is induced by a clear awareness that resides as without border or center. Awareness is what is. And what is is what is of, in, and by itself.
Itself, (capital “I”), is the whole. It has no sides, no borders, no preferential placement, nothing other than, nothing opposed to, what is Itself.
Buddhists call this Itself “Mind.”
If we are in our right mind, we are present with awareness to Itself.
If we are not in our right mind, we are absent to awareness of Itself.
Mind is Itself.
Awareness is that “is” that resonates the wholeness of Mind Itself. This can barely stand in the grammar of our sentences given to the formula of subject-verb-object. This is not that.
Rather —
Mind; Is; Itself.
Nothing outside.
Nothing inside.
Neti Neti.
Mu.
Heat up yesterday’s coffee. Spoon yoghurt. Toast English muffin. Peanut butter. Jam.
Fill bird feeders.
Become, (what?)
This is (what?)
I am.