LIGHT AND PIGMENTATION

I wanted to see the face of God for everything else has already been seen, both from afar as well as microscopically. All these things suddenly felt so alien and estranged from me. To see the face of God is the craft of creating different languages to penetrate the wall of words, which we have built to impress on and express life, often deliriously and with myopic vision. 

Now, through the languages of dreams and the permutations of word instantiations, through the words hiding under the ordinary spoken word, I can trace the footsteps of God like a seasoned tracker.
 

Through the colour of sound and the rhythm and melody of colour I hear life as a language spoken with a timeless voice with warm timbres. I see in this voice, like a synesthete, moving images of ones who speak through dance, and I see what they communicate, vividly and clearly.
 

And out of this clarity surfaces the face of God. And the face of God looks into a mirror. And I have found in the middle of this looking glass a chasm that divides the reflection of god's face into a darker left and a lighter right. And, as I have fallen through this chasm so many times, I have grown to feel the urgency more acutely in these words from a book that took me almost seventeen years to read:

The highest truth is reality distinguished from illusion for the welfare of all.

And so began my odyssey to solve this problem of two seemingly opposing identities in a mirror that reflects the face of God. Thus began my journey to transmute the chasm between these identities into a bridge that reconciles two halves which once may have been one.

And the bridge taught me that the chasm is an illusion. The chasm is not a dividing line between polarities. The reflection in the mirror is also not some spectrum. 

The reflection of the face of God is always a just a continuum: Extremes are made of sameness, and difference is a foreigner to its neighbour. 

Excerpt from the book Starsignatures - A Koan in Equal Parts by Rahmat Hanamatsuri.