Tapping the Axe

We define who we are by the things outside us. We attach our sense of self to these things. And we form our whole personality around this perception of self. Our mind is so brilliant and clever and cunning. And it is Self-interested. It is interested in surviving itself as Mind. So much that it collapses "us" into it. So that we think we Are our thoughts. We see the world as if we Are our Mind. And it feeds off of this collapse.

"Sin" from the original Greek, actually means "missing the mark", like a Marksman missing his target.

We can only guess that the Thing Jesus got has something to do with this distinction. That we are Not our mind. That the possibility of who we Are and who we can become is so profoundly more vast and interconnected then the ridiculously small and insignificant keyhole that the Mind views the world through. We have missed the Mark.

And then our job becomes tapping the axe that cuts the kindling of this split. And it is a Practice. Chopping. Feet apart. Bent legs. How we hold the axe. One hand firm on the base. The other sliding down as the axe descends. Using our whole body. Splitting the wood. Aware of the persona that is our Mind who we think is Us. And that there is something else. A space in which we find ourselves, everyone and everything else. A space in which we create who we are. From Nothing. That is Freedom. That is waking up. Being Alive. And that thing, that gap, the awareness of that wedge, and the possibility within it, will change the world.