There is That which becomes
and there is that
which is caused to exist
by the becoming
of That which becomes.
That which becomes
knows as experience
that which its becoming
causes to exist.
That which becomes
is the Formless
whereas that which the Formless
causes to exist
and knows as experience
is form.
When That which becomes
knows Itself
as the Formless
there is then no delusion.
But when That which becomes
knows itself
as form
there is then only delusion.
When That which becomes knows itself
as that which its becoming
has caused to exist,
knows itself only as form,
then the Formlessness
that is Itself
becomes obscured from Itself
leaving only
the appearance of form,
leaving only
what That which becomes
knows as experience.
And so it is that when the Formless
identifies with form
then the world appears to be
composed only of form,
when it is actually
composed only of the Formlessness
by which the world of form is known
and by which the world of form
is being brought into existence.
Energy in relation to energy
creates a shadow
and Formlessness in relation to Formlessness
creates form.
Neither the shadow nor form
is what is actually there
where they appear to be.
What if the Sun
in gazing upon the Earth
knew itself as the shadows
created by the Light
instead of as
the Light Itself?
And what if Consciousness
in gazing upon the Universe
knew itself as the forms
created by the Formless
instead of as
the Formlessness Itself?
Consciousness
trying to find Itself in form
is like the Sun
trying to find Itself in shadows.
Looking for Itself
in the one place it cannot be found.
Looking for Itself
in the shadow of form
that is created
where the Formless meets Itself.
This is like the hand
looking for itself
in the line that arises,
in the form that arises,
where the tips of two fingers meet.
Consciousness
trying to find Itself in form,
looking for Itself
in all that remains
once what it actually is,
once the Formlessness that it is,
has been completely obscured.
Such a game
this agreed upon opposition
whereby the Formless becomes,
and in that Becoming
creates a playground
we call the Universe
where it can also become
hidden from Itself,
where it can also become
obscured by all the forms,
all the shadows,
that its Becoming
causes to exist.
But shadows do not really
hide the Light,
and form does not really
hide the Formless.
For the Light to be hidden by shadow
the Light must know itself as shadow,
and for the Formless to be hidden by form
the Formless must know itself as form.
And so what really hides the Light,
and what really hides the Formless,
is the misidentification of each
with its own creation,
the misidentification of each
with what is caused to exist
and so with what only arises
where each meets Itself
in agreed upon opposition to Itself.
And so what really hides the Formless
from Itself
is the Formless Itself,
which is how it must be
because nothing else actually Is,
as all else only seems to be,
all else is only a seam,
a form,
that is caused to exist
where indivisible Formlessness
meets Itself
in agreed upon opposition to Itself,
as it plays the game
of its own Becoming.
And in that Becoming
occasionally becoming lost to Itself,
but not by mistake,
because inevitably finding Itself
after losing Itself
is just a part of the game,
just an inseparable part
of its own Becoming.
The Wall