A pretty quiet day. (ed.)
Now cee here:
*the mind of the mystic*
one stops seeking
one stops seeking
in the cave
is the tried and true method
if ever there was one
*truth about seeing 2*
to speak of "clear seeing"
is missing the mark
where would that one be
who sees something else?
if you look outside yourself
there is no end to multiplicity
at the heart of who sees
is the bulls eye
When there's no where to go,
the concept of arrival has
People everywhere scurry about,
supporting this or that view,
forming pretty pictures,
striving to get ahead.
I alone live contentedly in
With no illusions to call home,
peace is beginningless and endless.
Awareness is instantaneous --
there neither is a preceding moment
nor a succeeding moment.
With instantaneous awareness, what is there
to realize, who is there as a realizer?
The fact that the body-mind functions
unimpaired by instantaneous awareness
needn't be surprising.
The time that is manufactured by memory and
perception isn't an obstacle to
instantaneous being. It is
like a net in the ocean - the ocean
flows unimpeded, the net can function
as the net. Or, it is like a movie screen
in which the light isn't contained by any
image, and yet the images appear without
Dan Berkow wrote:
> I realize that I'm a lunatic to try to describe
> this indescribable reality. But it's fun to try
> and fail.
This is what I am describing. :-)
To me there is a very big difference between talking about something
and being in the moment. Being is wholeness, undivided, unity.
Life registers, continual flow, I am not separate. There is a seeing,
creativity flows through, there is no separate knower from what is
known. There is no identification with a part. Describing doesn't
make for identification but identifying with the description.
and incoherence don't necessarily go hand in hand. Intelligence without
identification is coherent.