The less we think we are the doer, the more we realize how everything in the entire universe is simply a happening. The more clearly we realize that everything in the entire universe is simply a happening, it becomes obvious that the activities within the few cubic feet of this body and the few cubic inches of this heart and brain, including all the presently arisen thoughts and feelings are also simply happenings. Somehow consciousness itself is happening. There is a glimpse of the impersonal within the personal, a taste of the timelessness within time, the death knell of guilt, shame, blame and every other contraction. Long held concepts irreversibly shatter. The idea of free will is the first to go. The idea of destiny as well. For who is there to be subject to all these things in this unimpeded continuity that spontaneously arises and rests within itself. All stale concepts and petty arguments surrounding them just evaporate leaving only the splendor of this nowness - this newness. Oh! So the ocean behaves like a river and the river pretends to be an individual drop. Yet one taste sparkles everywhere as stillness flows, and is flowing still. How did I ever forget this? And yet I did. And I will. And remember again. And its okay. For everything we were ever searching for we are already. But how can we truly appreciate it, unless we forget for a while? Enjoy this sweet desperation.
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 01:39:00 +0000
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