All those reflections
When I went for a walk with an old camera today, in a Norway with diminishing hours of daylight, I became aware of these reflections in a window. I stood in the shadows watching the houses upon the sunny hills, as they were mirrored and framed in this window.
The finger that points to the moon is not the moon.
I could turn around, and actually watch the hills, the houses, the sunshine. That was all real. In the window it seemed real, but was nothing more than reflections. If I did not know better, I could have substituted the reality with the reflections. That sounds ridiculous.
Still, that is what I think we often do. We confuse reality with its mirrored image, and act like that what we then experience is both the truth and the only possible reality. Awareness is the opposite. Awareness is to not be fooled by what we see in the mirror, but instead to grasp the reality behind the reflections. While awareness is the endpoint, mindfulness is the way.
For now we see indistinctly, as in a mirror, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I will know fully, as I am fully known.
(1. Corinthians 13.12)
Because behind the reality, there is another reality. And behind that one, yet another….
By having desire, you can only see what is visibly real.
Freed from desire, you can see the hidden mystery.
Yet mystery and reality
emerge from the same source.
This source is called darkness
Darkness born from darkness.
The beginning of all understanding.
(Tao Te Ching, translation: McDonald)