Open Stillness

Uncertainty is liberating.

Elizabeth Mattis-Namgyel

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Colorado has a lot of rocks, and people like to climb them. Everywhere you go in Colorado you see people on rocks—big ones. I always wondered how people could climb something so vertical. Then, not long ago, a friend took me climbing for the first time and I found out for myself.

It amazed me to see how climbing forces you to do so much with so little. It forces you to pay attention to shallow patterns and textures in the rock you wouldn’t ordinarily notice. You make your way up the face of a rock by anchoring parts of your body into these spaces; you push into them, pull against them, and balance on them. When I watch experienced climbers, I’m stunned by what they can do. But this is beside the point. What really captivates me about climbing—and what I want to talk about here—is the experience of being suspended on a rock and not seeing any possibilities for moving up or down.

Hanging off a rock is an exaggerated experience of facing the unknown. It is exhilarating, scary, and completely vibrant. When we can’t find a foothold, the mind falls into an open stillness— the same brief pause we encounter in any situation where we lose our familiar reference points. If we have the wherewithal to relax, we find our way. If we don’t, we sometimes panic. When reactive mind responds to situations where we lose our reference points, our body tightens, our breath shortens, our vision narrows.

After a while, muscle strain stirs our sensibilities: “I can’t stay like this forever!” We don’t have the luxury of avoidance, so we start to work with our mind and slowly it softens. Now, this is the fascinating part: as everything softens, all kinds of new patterns and shapes begin to emerge from the rock. We see places to balance we didn’t see before. We’re not doomed after all! As we soften and open, we access a special intelligence, unimpeded by habitual, reactive mind.

The state of not-knowing is a riveting place to be. And we don’t have to climb rocks to experience it. We encounter not-knowing when, for instance, we meet someone new, or when life offers up a surprise. These experiences remind us that change and unpredictability are the pulse of our very existence. No one really knows what will happen from one moment to the next: who will we be, what will we face, and how will we respond to what we encounter? We don’t know, but there’s a good chance we will encounter some rough, unwanted experiences, some surprises beyond our imaginings, and some expected things, too. And we can decide to stay present for all of it.

When we decide to stay present for all of it, we enter the spiritual path. Any spiritual path should provide us with an understanding that gradually leads us beyond habitual, reactive mind so that we can engage in our life with intelligence and openness. Aside from this, what could a path do for us other than encourage our usual attempt to create a semblance of security, but with a spiritual face? Nothing would change. We would continue to shrink from the unknown and chase after the familiar in our habitual effort to re-create ourselves. In this way, we could avoid participating in the change we can’t truly escape from.

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Kevin K.'s picture

Thanks for the excellent dharma talk and inspiring accompanying biographical sketch. Your devotion, depth of practice and altruism are extremely inspiring. 

iamuami's picture

Thank you for the reminder...especially the comment you have about your son..."the wonder, excitement, and heart break as you watch him grow".  There is no getting used to it. I remember fondly those days of joy and nights with him curled in my lap as we read our latest book, and the heartbreak when he announced at age 13-14 that the book we were reading would probably be the last we would read together. Even now tears swell in my eyes with the memory. Everyday brings the joys and anxieties of being his father, doing my best to let him live his life, make his own mistakes, to shut-up  I'm able, and apologize for my fears when I recognize them.  I'm reminded of a quote by Helen Keller "thank god for friends for without there loving care courage would not suffice to make the heart strong for life". I was discussing this with a friend last evening at the gym. His advise was to enjoy the practice. Good advise. I'm grateful for the chance to remain open and present in the most difficult of circumstances...eventhough I don't like it when difficult and important are in the same sentence