An Ikebana of the Human Spirit
The ikebana episode was short, less than 5 minutes,, yet its message was profound. The Ikebana master explains to Tony how beginning Ikebana practitioners often try to place the flowers so that the result is “creative, artistic, or pleasing” to the arranger. He then explains that this is not the spirit of Ikebana. The spirit of Ikebana is to place the elements of plants, container, etc., in such a manner that THEY are happy together. In other words, Ikebana is not a form of self-expression; it is an art of facilitating the fulfilled expression of what IS.
As this little lesson was transmitted via the television, it struck me how this lesson truly lies at the heart of coming into relationship with Being:
Themes of “becoming someone,” of achievement & purpose often color our experience as a nagging, doubting, underlying tension that set the tone for our waking hours. How often does this sense of pushing ourselves “beyond” in pursuit of something to quiet this inner hunger color our day to such an extent that it seems that this tension is the ground of our existence? In our social life, the “self” is the “perpetual ephemeral” we are continuously “improving” and putting on display to others, eager for approval. While approval may come, its satisfaction is transient. We are only too aware of the artifice that belies the “self” we present to others.
And so we take another course, workshop, retreat and even hatch up some new “method” for a novel flavor of solace. We seek to improve our “self,” this elusive inner amalgam of all the desires, rules, prohibitions and esthetics that others brought into our existence and that we rework to make our “own.” We try to live “artistically,” so to speak.
Yet we are not this constructed “self” and so often, our experience of the Beingness that we ARE eludes us. We spend our lives like crazed mice running headlong on “Descartes’ Mental Mouse Wheel:” caught in thought!
"I think therefore I am."
We have faith that if we run around that wheel with better thoughts, lighter propositions, more elegant assumptions, more skillful presentations, that somehow the landscape, and our experience, will change. This is the beginner’s Ikebana of the “Self,” the conglomeration of infectious memes which we seek to handle and rework “artistically,” often experiencing frustration when the Being we are doesn’t obey the program we have for it.
Another option remains, the Ikebana of the Human Spirit: Something is here. Something is breathing, writing, thinking, feeling. Though I may have endless ideas about what it is, it is not any of those ideas. It IS. Right here. How do we approach Being with the sensitivity we might approach an extravagant, unknown flower; or an untamed, powerful creature we come face-to-face with in the woods, daring to behold the nature, fragrance and impulse of this Being? How do we come to taste just-this? Not seeking to twist our “selves” into some new-fangled display, but daring to behold our Being with the same reverence we have for the first shoot of corn we planted as its first, round, green leaves emerge through the soil, full of promise, vitality and vulnerability; or the grizzly who emerges from over the lip of some glacial river embankment we were just hiking toward?
How do we come to this Being to court and encourage the fulfillment of its already-here magnificence?
This is the Ikebana of the Human Spirit. Being walks a path that defies notions of ordinary/extraordinary. Its movement is unitive with ants, dragonflies, stones, streams, bull moose, garbage trucks, marauding armies, nuns and airplanes between heaven and earth. The unfolding of Being defies our well-intentioned plans. Heaven and earth are right here. They are not someplace we go to. We are here. We grace this heaven-earth space with our shenanigans. We are neither extravagant nor insignificant. We are. When we cease to divide our experience between plain and superlative, and return with our senses to the Lived sensation and experience of Being, we discover that this adventure which we claim as “ours” is Unknowable by Knowledge and yet Integral to our entire Experience. Our Experience of Being is unavailable to knowledge, yet 100% available to be Experienced. Being can not be dismembered on the dissection table of Knowledge, yet every morsel is made to be savored at the Feast of Experience, every bone licked clean.
Beholding and Savoring, at last, the Magnificent Ordinariness of Being, we slow the spin of Descartes’ Rat Race Insanitorium and return to Delight in the Unfolding Flowering of our Hearts.
Being Is.
Nothing to say.
We Are...
Already...
All Ready...
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