After the earthquake and tsunami, Japan now faces a death toll in perhaps the tens of thousands and an ever-widening and grave nuclear threat.
So many lives undone in unimaginable ways give rise to compassion. As does the uncertainty of what lies ahead.
Yet watching the images and reading the accounts, there is also something fascinating, something so stunning and at the same time so stunningly true, so terrifying, awesome and humbling. The scenes of death and devastation render unavoidable the knowledge that our efforts to tame what is wild, to control what cannot be controlled are woefully futile.
Our assumptions about our supremacy, over the « world » and over « ourselves, » are surely dispelled. The elements – earth, fire, water, air – are revealed to be perfectly inexorable, unforgiving, splendidly mighty and indifferent.
I am reminded of my imperfect place, that of the forgiving and fallible human being, vulnerable and capable of tears and laughter and love.
that answer is still to be found
Perfection and imperfection are in fact not opposites, or opponents. Our dualistic thinking makes them opponents.
And we are not trapped by our words; we are trapped by our minds.
Is imperfection part of perfection?… Is there a way in which perfection and imperfection are not opponents?… Are we trapped by words?
True, everything is perfect, even when it’s not.
This human form of mine (and yours), like all manifestations in this relative world, is limited: we grow, age, get sick, smile, cry, feel pain and pleasure…
I can’t make the nuclear reactor in Japan stop heating or bring back to life all the people who died in the tsunami.
And my words here will always be imperfect, always fall short of the experience I try to relate. Fortunately!
As Leonard Cohen sings, "Everything has a crack; that’s how the light gets in."
Amy, why do you call it your imperfect place, when at other moments you say "everything is perfect" ?
Actually, I didn’t mean the source of the text…
Where I read it says "Japanese Pilgrim’s Verse".
And the source?
"Really there is no East and West,
When then is the North or the South?
Illusions make the world close in.
Enlightenment opens it on every side."