Don't think. Don't write. Just BE.
By becoming attached to names and forms, not realizing that they have no more basis than the activities of the mind itself, error rises and the way to emancipation is blocked. — Buddha
The writer of these lines has nothing whatsoever to teach anyone; his words are just his contribution to our common discussion of what must inevitably be for us the most important subject which could be discussed by sentient beings. — Terence James Stannus Gray (a.k.a. Wei Wu Wei)
When three respected spiritual leaders—each writing from a different tradition—declare that “words,” “thoughts,” and “names” are wrong-headed, it makes me pause. Although they may indeed be correct, I wonder why they impart their wisdom using ... words, thoughts, and names.
It’s taken me some time, but now I can accept the
paradox and the ironies involved. After all, those of
us (and I include myself here) trying to achieve some
insight into the mystery of our existence have to dig
pretty deep to penetrate all the cultural “noise”
that gets in the way. For example, is it possible to
enter a state of self-realization while tapping your
toes to the latest tune from Britney Spears? Or
whilst sipping a single malt whiskey, or digesting
the news about the Japanese tsunami?
Most spiritual guides would say, “No.” The spiritual
journey must be undertaken unplugged—“unplugged,”
that is, in the sense of The Matrix. In
other words, you need to disconnect yourself from all
the cultural personas and social diversions to get to
the centre of life. According to the gurus above,
that includes unplugging the “self” that you’ve
constructed with words, thoughts and names. When
(or if) you achieve this state of pure being
your self will have dissolved, and as a result, there
will be no “you” to experience it.
So, despite claims to the contrary, the relationship
between spiritual awareness and writing is perhaps
stronger than with any other art form. Apart from
various tribal and animistic practices (which DO rely
on painting, sculpture, music and dance) the world’s
great religions depend on the written word to mark
their authority, to provide continuity through time,
and to render a grand narrative that offers
transcendent meaning to their followers.
Furthermore, it seems to me that religion needs
writing more than writing needs religion. There are
so many marvellous poems and novels and plays that
provide a direct conduit to self-awareness (even in
the spiritual sense of the word) and most of them
achieve this success without constructing new
religions from their foundations.
Nonetheless, there are plenty of writers who attach
spiritual value to the act of writing. Several
European Romantic writers and the American
Transcendentalists testify to this bond. In our own
era, many of the American Beats allied their
creativity with the Zen notion of fully inhabiting
the present moment. As Jack Kerouac and Alan Ginsberg
used to say, “First time, best time.” In other words,
artistic intuition is the best guide to artistic
excellence; never edit inspired phrasing into proper
diction.
For me, the daily act of writing is the closest I get
to levitation. It’s a practice I maintain for its own
sake. With that perspective in mind, the pressure to
publish diminishes, and the need to cater to the
public taste and fashion dissolves. Ultimately, this
approach offers a kind of creative freedom. And if
that freedom can be completely unleashed—so that even
unconscious self-censorship is eliminated—then the
novel can dictate its own narrative, the characters
will speak freely, and artistic clairvoyance can
emerge.
In short, the novel can simply BE.





