Friday, 22 May 2009
Oft Expectation Fails And Most Oft There Where Most It Promises, And Oft It Hits Where Hope Is Coldest.
There is no one who has ever controlled their life. No matter what analysis is applied to the story of life, from personal motivations to do with a lack of childhood nurture of more general observations about the human need to "feel better", there is no one who has ever acted from personal will. Such will is a dream, and it is a hard dream to let go of. In fact, no one can choose anything, including to let go: what needs to be let go of is what lets go; and there is no one who can choose to do this. There are individuals suffering in that inability to see oneness. There is a great deal of desperation and despair around the huge desire and longing to come home. This message, from nothing, from no one, to nothing and no one, is a message of hopelessness for the dreamer: there is nothing you can do save what you do, whatever the apparent motivation. The only hopeful part of the message is: the dream can shatter at any "time". Whether engaged in a practice that whittles away the much-maligned ego, or simply going about one's business on the usual roller coaster of triumph, disappointment, sorrow, joy and ambivalence, it can be seen that what is sought, no matter what it is labeled, is what is all around, always. This, whatever seems to be happening, is a symphony of love, in every imaginable and unimaginable manifestation. Life, whatever guise it takes, is enough. What is sought is this, and is timelessly this, infinitely this, eternally this, no matter what conclusions the mind may make; and those conclusions are life, simply in its skeptical guise. There arises great hope in the midst of hopelessness.