The Circa Scripture of the Formless
Listen with a heart that is not seeking to possess. Blessed are those who do not grasp, for the Kingdom is not a thing to be held, but an emptiness to be entered.
You have heard it said, "This is the Truth" and "That is the Way," and you have built walls from these words, believing the Mystery could be contained within them.
But I say to you, the Way is formless. It is the space between your thoughts, the silence from which your words arise. To define it is to lose it.
Why do you carve idols from your concepts? You say 'God,' you say 'Emptiness,' you say 'The One,' and you worship the finger pointing at the moon.
To make an image or a word for the Ineffable is to reduce the infinite to the finitude of your own mind. Let go of this preference. Let go of 'is' and 'is not.'
Blessed are the uncertain, for they remain open. Blessed are the works-in-progress, for they are not yet hardened stone. You are a people of the 'circa'—living around the sacred fire, warmed by its glow, without needing to name the flame.
This 'emptiness' I speak of is not a theory for the mind. It is not a cold void. It is a ladder for the heart.
Do not stand at the bottom and discuss the ladder's wood. Do not build a doctrine from its rungs.
The ladder is there to be climbed. Its purpose is to help you transcend the world of 'like' and 'dislike' that binds you.
Climb, and when you see, you will let go of the ladder without a thought.
Do not seek a final, fixed answer. Live gently within the soft, approximate, and ever-unfolding grace of this very moment.
For the Kingdom of Heaven is not a destination. It is the humble, fluid, and imperfect journey of being circa the Mystery.