Face

The theme for today is FACE.
What could this mean?

"Imagination is the Gateway to Reality"

Imagination is a human faculty that has engendered both great respect
and great suspicion,
credited with having the power of creation -
a channel by which new things come into being -
and with the power of delusion and hallucination,
of serving as a barrier to contact with reality.

To think about imagination and image in our culture
is to be hypnotized by an object-world...
a world in which images are nothing but pictures,
nothing but flat surfaces,
separate from who we are.

We are detached, outside the image,
an observer who can look but not touch.
This separation gave us some power.
But it's a "flat" picture of a fuller reality.

It's lonely to be outside the picture,
thinking we have to use words,
to encode some poor replica of our images
to send a few messages to others of our kind.
A picture is worth a thousand words
and valiantly we try
but sadly, things seem to get lost in translation.

Clearly, a lot is at stake
in this flat "picture" reality.
Real images are so much more than a picture
and real world is so much more than an image.

What's missing in the object world is Face.
Face is how being here really happens.
Face means we have have a place and direction in the world.
Face is what we present to the world
or pretend to hide behind.

Faces are more than eyes to see with and look out from
they see, hear, touch, smell, and taste
they have voices
they are the avatar of meaning in the world
they present (or presence) self in its many forms.

Face is the embodiment of self,
and that's not singular.
Look around and you will see many Faces.
Look "inside" and you'll see the same.

Face is our exquisitely evolved and educated "equipment"
more than that
the actual experience of being in relationship.
Face to Face is the archetype of relating, of being a human among humans.

No doubt you can think of a lot of phrases that show some meaning for "Face".
What does it mean to "save face"?
What does it mean to "face reality"?

Is there a "true face" or real self?
What is the real life of "face"?
How can we approach this question?

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It's a traditional contemplative question:  who am I?
The Zen "Ox-Herding" pictures, sometimes called the Ten Bulls are a parable of this investigation:

The pictures, poems and short pieces of prose tell how the student ventures into the wilderness in his search for "the Bull" (or "Ox"; a common metaphor for enlightenment, or the true self, or simply a regular human being)

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Faces Relate.  
This is fundamental.  We are born
always and already in relationship.
This is where we live.

From the poet Rumi we had the metaphor that being human is like a Guest House.  The self or one who is Face is to be a good "host" to all others who come to visit.
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This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

Welcome and entertain them all!
...
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
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Faces Speak.
But what is most worth saying?
The poet David Whyte talks about http://www.panhala.net/Archive/True_Vows.html:
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All the true vows
are secret vows
the ones we speak out loud
are the ones we break.
 
There is only one life
you can call your own
and a thousand others
you can call by any name you want.
 
Hold to the truth you make
every day with your own body,
don’t turn your face away.
 
Hold to your own truth
at the center of the image
you were born with
...
and out of the silence
you can make a promise
it will kill you to break,
 
that way you’ll find
what is real and what is not.
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And in http://www.panhala.net/Archive/The_Winter_of_Listening.html:
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What is precious
inside us does not
care to be known
by the mind
in ways that diminish
its presence.

What we strive for
in perfection
is not what turns us
into the lit angel
we desire,

what disturbs
and then nourishes
has everything
we need.
...
Inside everyone
is a great shout of joy
waiting to be born.
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We may discover that http://www.panhala.net/Archive/Everything_is_Waiting.html
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Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone.  As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions.  To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings.  Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice.
...
Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
the conversation.
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