The Myth of Wholeness

For as long as I can remember, I have accepted the thought that we are all seeking wholeness, that we all feel incomplete and are looking for our mate, or our purpose, or our completion in some form. Simply the thought that wholeness is possible implies that being incomplete is who we are now. Hmmm... so when I ask the question, "Can I ever acheive wholeness?" I am actually making a veiled statement, implying several things: a/ I am not whole now... b/ I have never been whole before... c/ My wholeness is a long-shot.

This is so fascinating to me. How many of these quests in life have we taken for granted? It seems to me now that the act of seeking anything is actually just a socially accepted posture to veil our true intentions. It is more socially acceptable to say, "I am seeking love," than to say, "I fear love and intend to prove how right I am." It seems more socially acceptable to say, "I can't do it," than to say, "I can, but I won't."

The myth of wholeness is only one of many ways we mask our unwillingness to fully question Who We Really Are. As I walk in the woods or care for the animals, I have yet to encounter anything less-than-whole. Even the dying squirrel and the fallen tree covered in fungi are completely whole in their dissolving, completely whole in my awareness. We are completely whole, and together. How interesting that I don't really have a vocabulary to talk about such things, since most of my learned vocabulary is about maintaining the myths of my existence.