Monday, 1 June 2009

It Is The Witness Still of Excellency To Put A Strange Face On His Own Perfection.

This is apparently not seen, that all is oneness, that the source of "I am" is all there is, no matter what its guise, when separation is believed in. It is reinforced by everything, by nearly all of society, and the things we hang onto existence become more important than existence itself. I am Bob, my favourite colour is blue, my family is my priority, I saw a dead chipmunk in a field when I was a child crawling with maggots and it deeply affected me, I have a deep fear of rejection, and I love Film Noir. The mind is loathe to even entertain the notion of giving these things up, especially if loads of time and effort has been expended on getting to know what all these characteristics are, accepting them, flaws and virtues alike, and at last loving the whole package; the pinnacle of mental health. Someone said to me, "Are you saying that life is meaningless? That's bullshit!" He was very angry. The mind will use whatever it takes to keep the story the only thing that matters, that's worth knowing, that's worth controlling, and enriching, and overcoming. If awakening is sought, it's always something that will happen later, after this meditation is perfected and that conference is attended or this level of self-enquiry is achieved. Life is meaningless, yet each apparent moment is fraught with miraculous, unfettered being. It isn't the mind's story about the journey to awakening that is important, although there is nothing wrong with it, and that story, like everything else that seems to be happening, is perfect. Awakening is the fear felt by no one, when the personality is threatened. It is the wind, the television droning away, the pressure of the seat, the clicking of the keyboard, the rush of love for a child, it is this, it is whatever this is; inconceivable by the mind, yet liberated, perfect being, the constant, the ideal lover always. This is it.

6 comments:

MikeS said...

"Life is meaningless, yet each apparent moment is fraught with miraculous, unfettered being."

Is this not also a story?

Or is this "the truth"?

mikeS

No One In Particular said...

These are concepts, inadequate words that merely point. But fun. Nothing wrong with a good story! "Truth" is one of the most irksome, useless pointers of them all.

MikeS said...

"Truth" is one of the most irksome, useless pointers of them all.

So true!!

mikeS

No One In Particular said...

All the labels, no matter how adroitly we endeavour to use them, and no matter how supported our efforts are by apparent years of the study of language and the honing of the craft and art of writing; no matter how validated by esteemed qualifications and degrees, and perhaps even the respect and reward of our peers and of society; no matter how specifically or simply we try do describe things, many, many things in this appearance cannot be freed by words, or even accurately described; even something so basic as the taste of an orange. Yet the urge to try arises.

MikeS said...

hmmm...I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss words, since they are what bring many to the realization of the limit of words.

Words bring minds together until the words are no longer needed and the relationship itself serves as the ground of awakening and the space between bodies is no longer experienced.

Although there are those who wish to go it alone.

mikeS

No One In Particular said...

Hi MikeS. Thanks continuing to visit and comment. I am honoured, the "I" taken loosely.

Words are not dismissed, they are played with, yet generally fruitlessly. They cannot illuminate what is already the case! More often, they weave a lovely web of later, not now; or distract from the beauty that is clearly and obviously present and evident. They are exclusive pawns of concepts and duality. There's nothing wrong with concepts and duality, it's just not what the words are (inadequately) pointing to. The urge to try, however, is compelling. And, most importantly, fun! Fun and stimulating and exhilarating.