Right here, right now, right under our noses lies a magical world, a pure land, a paradise. It only goes unrecognized because we are seeing it through filters that have evolved through dark eons of self-centered, cultural conditioning. Believing that we are separate from, and at the mercy of, a world “out there,” we have created a fantasy tableau of frozen objects and endless stories to entertain and torment ourselves.
Using abstract art as an object of meditation and contemplation can help us see behind the veil and experience the ineffable, fabulous panorama of pure perception that is all around us. Let me show you how.
Together we will use abstract art and mindful introspection to explore the mysterious, ineffable nature of this magic world.
How do you express the ineffable? By definition, the ineffable is beyond description or explanation, so how would you express it?
Abstract art is indescribable, too. Most descriptions seem to be limited to the use of colors, textures, forms, and composition. Its totality is its own meaning. It represents nothing but itself and is unknowable in terms of everyday language. We are going to a strange place, an unfamiliar, alien landscape.
Abstract art together with mindful introspection is the perfect tool for expressing the ineffable. The viewer is left to simply quiver with delicious, unnameable emotions. It is a pure feast for the senses and evokes complete, utter and pure presence.
To make or contemplate abstract art with mindful presence is a kind of basic training. It teaches us to to see the magnificence of our ordinary, everyday world. It helps us see behind the veil of the incessant storyline that is continually looping through our minds and to see the awe filled majesty of pure perception.
Everything is abstract if you know how to look. All the many things that we see in everyday life are like the children’s game of finding lions, tigers and other imaginary things in the fleeting shapes and patterns formed by the clouds in the sky. Our perceptions tell us that the phenomena of everyday life are solid and permanent. Just like the clouds in the sky, though, they are fluid with only arbitrary boundaries and are constantly being blown apart by the winds of time. When we purify our perception of the habit of solidifying patterns, all the multitude of things shine as luminous, pure appearance — as truth and beauty.
The world is transformed back into the pure land of Eden before we tasted the fruit of the knowledge of good and evil. It is a pristine realm, a paradise and it is always with us, just waiting for us to return.
This is the magic of meditating on abstract art and contemplating its meaning with mindful introspection without trying to figure anything out.