On spiritual amnesia and the ache of return
So Zen rebels with a whisper.
A gentle reminder
of something forgotten.
“Who are you, really?
What is your true nature—before the question?”
Even finer than stardust—
beyond fine.
Why are there self-help books?
Why are there meditation retreats?
Retreat? From what? Into where?
Something has been forgotten—forgotten even of being forgotten.
And so we have expressions such as fill the void.
This is spiritual amnesia, and it is not a loss.
Nor is it a failure.
Rather, it is a gift—mistaken as a gap.
A jumping-off point.
Not into the void.
Into the remembering.
Yet, for curing spiritual amnesia, logic and knowledge just won’t do.
Because what has been forgotten is prior to philosophy—
even language—
even you.
Spiritual practice does not aim to discover something new.
It seeks to return home.
Spiritual practice is the difference between knowledge and awakening.
It completes the circle—
without feeding an insatiable void.
Spiritual amnesia is an ache—
an ache with no villain.
It is the echo of the familiar—of truth—calling itself home.
Spiritual practice is remembering.
And remembering. And remembering.
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