It ain’t me, babe, I just write it down as it shows up. It’s the Unborn. It’s the Unborn talking, listening, feeling, wondering, observing, hearing, sensing, thinking, doing, and not doing. You name it, it’s the Unborn doing everything.
I, we, you, have nothing to do with it.
Yes, true, it’s ridiculous to try to describe the Unborn, but it’s kinda fun to try. Amazingly, it comes from nowhere, right? Nowhere. It has no cause, no source, no past or future. It is utterly and completely empty.
And yet, it is the source of all life.
As in the Tao Te Ching:
‘The myriad creatures arise together
And I watch their return.
The teeming creatures
All return to their roots.’
You cannot help but love the Unborn. The Unborn has no source and yet, it is the source of love. To abide in the Unborn is love. Can you describe love? Impossible. Words can’t touch it, but somehow, we know it when we find it. I would say, right now, whatever love is, we don’t find it; it finds us.
Love is a force, a power, the power of life, the power of the universe, and it is always looking for a channel to flow through.
Our job as human beings, gifted with the ultimate gift of self-awareness, is to become that channel.
All life, the whole natural world, the trees, and sky, the birds, flowers, oceans and fishes, snakes, dogs and cats, even fleas and worms, wants us to wake up to the Unborn.
When we know ourselves as the Unborn, all of nature rejoices. We become an empty space for light and love to enter into the world.
The Unborn is the supreme mystery of human existence, but it is ever-present, right in front of us, 24 hours a day.
It is writing and reading these words right now.
‘Born before heaven and earth.
Silent and void
It stands alone and does not change.
Goes round and round and does not weary.
It is capable of being the mother of the world.
I know not its name
So I style it ‘The Unborn’.
-Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching, Chinese, approx. 475 BCE.
