Right action has both a negative and a positive dimension—as, indeed, does all of life. In its Buddhistic dimension, it’s what we refrain from doing. In its mystic-Christian dimension, it’s what is done through us. These are not contradictory positions. They’re tango partners.
Flowers issue a silent summons to see things as things are—not as they should be or as we might want them to be, just as they are. To see as babies see.
Does beauty work? The Buddha’s “flower sermon” was wordlessly eloquent on this question. Jesus pointed to field lilies. “Notice,” he said, “how they don’t work.” From what is perhaps the greatest spiritual book ever written: “When nothing is done, nothing remains undone.” Epigraphically, “He worked hard” evokes a sense of limitation and sadness. Conscious doing and hard work? Call it the distance between here and Pluto.
There is a space between each one of these words. Space enables comprehension.
Thinking is a stage we pass through on our journey to consciousness. It’s a journey without distance—as puberty is. Consciousness doesn’t suffer. It’s the end of suffering.