Tuesday 21 July 2009

To Your Huge Store Wise Things Seem Foolish And Rich Things But Poor.

It is really quite amazing, reality, or whatever you care to label it. Just pure being, just whatever it is that seems to be happening. Every apparent mind/body/brain thingy has it, in fact, is it. It is life whittled down to the absolute core. Livingness, just as it is. You are everything you see, feel, touch, think, hear, smell, and taste; the separate something that this all seems to happen to is just a reference point, and certainly makes things interesting, but is wholly unnecessary. It is a big ask, to abandon this persona, this interesting construct that has such an captivating story, full of pathos and delight; the main character in a fabulous or traumatic storyline, charismatic or unassuming, bigger-than-life or quite ordinary; much loved or similarly loathed. Yet there is no one anything is happening to. Happenings seem to occur; they may be claimed, or not. A time-dependent story is just a small part of All, and All is what we are. The sweet little frightened construct that everything seems to happen to, arises in All. We are not that. We are All, or One, or God, or whatever label seems best; this has nothing to do with words or ideas, which are a small part of All. Even these words are not what is spoken of, even if they are more to the point than most. Every apparent person, every evident persona, is All if stripped back to what the ego arises in. Everything, livingness, beingness, aliveness, All, One, whatever it is named, is all that there is. It is what you are. And, if the ask is too big to give up the tiny person that it seems to happen to, with their interesting story of struggle and suffering and joy and elation, it doesn't matter. You are everything, whether it is seen or not.

6 comments:

Gorilla Bananas said...

It that girl holding a packet of Smarties? The orange ones are good, the brown ones are silly.

No One In Particular said...

And the green ones...

willie said...

Suzanne - you are making it very difficult for me to choose which of your blog postings I can call my favorite. Apparently, you have not arrived at the apex of your (very rare) ability to "say what cannot possibly be said" (a tip of the hat to Alan Watts for that one).

It just keeps getting better and better. Some gratitude from a little schlemiel across the pond...

Willie R.

No One In Particular said...

Hi Willie, high praise indeed! Thanks so much. Of course, saying what cannot possibly be said is impossible, but it's sure fun to try.

Roeland said...

Thank you. Here is a thought coming that this is very clear and beautiful.

Love from the Netherlands,

Roeland

No One In Particular said...

Hi Roeland, I used to live in Weesp! Your love is returned, and thanks for the lovely comment.