I always thought the idea of the middle path meant moderation – half way between the extremes.
But perhaps the extremes are our left and right hands. Hold them up close in front of your eyes. All you can see are the palms of your hands – the two extremes.
After some practice you start to see that there is a small gap between your two hands and as you focus your attention on that sliver of blank space beyond your hands you realise it isn’t nothingness that you are looking at – there is a whole world out there.
The middle path is not just a variation on the blinkers in front of our eyes, it is a vast, bright open everythingness that we have been living in all along. And who, gazing upon the miracle that is life, would choose to live with their hands back over their eyes?