A Call To Simplicity

Strip away the unnecessary and what are we left with?

In a world of increasing complexity; simplicity now seems the answer to navigating what is happening.

Our complex theories and pointers are increasingly showing themselves to be hollow and impractical. Unable to answer the questions of our time. In such an instance we find that simplicity is once again standing the test of time and showing itself to be the answer to the questions being thrown up by society.

The answer is quite simple. To strip away what is unnecessary.

What remains is simply this - a moment devoid of need or explanation. An immediacy where the idea of a subject or object, an apparent or real is seen through and yet nothing exists to witness this.

What is incredible, and a joy to know is that this simplicity is our inherent nature. An operating system made so advanced due to its simplicity that it offers us all we need to navigate these turbulent times. What is then needed to access and rest in this natural simplicity. The answer is quite simple. To strip away what is unnecessary: The fanciful explanations, the conditioning, the ideas that tell us that our salvation lies in the next moment, the ideas that we have formed about being here and now and being present. Anything that is rooted in the temporal.

What remains is simply this. A moment devoid of need or explanation. An immediacy where the idea of a subject or object, an apparent or real is seen through and yet nothing exists to witness this. A singular moment in which anything manifests and in which anything can happen, but it is always known it is just this.

A play such that Shakespeare wrote

“Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”

And yet in that nothingness is everything and with that ,the play continues. The story continues to tell itself and yet in this moment of nothingness it is seen that it always is. Time, space and knowing collapses. Language and explanation fail. And yet what honour in this loss. What joy in the letting go of the idea of effort, of doing, of being and realising that the dance is dancing itself…