Wednesday, 4 August 2010

If All the Year Were Playing Holidays, to Sport Would Be as Tedious as to Work.


There is nothing to take a holiday from, nowhere to go on vacation. There is nothing to run from, nowhere to hide, no one that needs to escape from anything. The fullness of now is always here; the wholeness of here is this endless moment, ever present. Whatever you're doing, that is what is meant to be done; the key is: you're not doing it.

If it seems that you need to disentangle your ego, strip back your conditioning, dismantle some of the more obvious lies that the ego tells itself about itself and everything it apprehends, well then, that is what it seems. By all means, pursue this. Why not? An urge is an urge, and it isn't your urge, however much it feels that it is.

If the lines of reality blur, and wakefulness seems dreamlike, and the illusory nature of what the senses deliver seems, at last, to be evident - question it. Question what it is you thought that this was supposed to be like. Ponder on expectations fulfilled. Whatever question is asked, whatever musings arise, isn't your question; they aren't your musings.

Decide what the parameters of Absolute Truth are, and be suspicious of them. Meditate in stillness, experience a "glimpse" of blissful nothingness, and suspect your definition of bliss. Whatever concepts are settled upon, whatever definitions resonate - they aren't your concepts; they do not resonate with you. The more solid, the more sure the reality, the more elusive it is. The fuller the revelation, the more cumbersome its demise.

So if the sureness of reality is strictly defined, be cautious of its promise. There is no promise, for promise entails time; and there is no time. This is all there is, all we have, and there is no we to have it. What is, is.


Recently I saw Toy Story 3D with my kids, and this is the last scene; it's quite powerful, especially if you've been with Woody and the gang from the beginning. There were several adults openly weeping in the small audience we were in, and I won't say the children and I were immune! What a treat, to have such a story, resonating with all our other stories of belonging and rejection, vigorous life and untimely death, the power of imagination, the quality of life itself and what comprises it. If you haven't seen it yet, I'd wait to view this clip. And grab a tissue.


13 comments:

Triza said...

Lovely post....
Whenever i read your posts my mind goes silent...that's the best way i can describe it.

tom sullivan said...

I especially like the passage regarding "promise," thanks.

Brenda (betaphi) said...

I agree with Triza. Reading your posts is kinda like slamming into a brick wall. Mind-numbing. Ha!

Tapestry said...

Put Your Hands Up!!! - love ya.

No One In Particular said...

Hi Triza, chaos, silence...same thing.

No One In Particular said...

Hey Tom, thanks, and thanks for quoting me in your blog Dude.

No One In Particular said...

Hi Brenda, a lot of teachers say that "full stop" is just the thing...it's all just the thing.

No One In Particular said...

Hi Tapestry...for Detroit?

Tapestry said...

For celebrating nothing and everything. You portray it so well. Ha, ha: Detroit too.

Rodney Stevens said...

Beautiful post, Suzanne. Particular winning (and elegant) is your statement about "The fullness of now is always here; the wholeness of here is this endless moment..." That says so much so beautifully.

I love your new and luscious picture too. You've definitely got that Greek goddess thing going on there. :)

No One In Particular said...

Rodney, thanks, and I kid you not, that was the ONLY decent photo of me taken on the whole holiday!

Wellness Education Institute said...

Good stuff (all-ways)
:)
len

No One In Particular said...

Thanks for stopping by Lenny.