Wednesday 30 June 2010

Things as they are.

Rudra writes to a friend:

'How changeable the mind is and how it LOVES its assessments, especally  
of other people. How can we be other than what we are? That means others are as helpless as us. That's where mercy and laughter come in.'

Monday 21 June 2010

Scared to death

What a day; a day without wages, a day with every trouble imaginable. It seems to be there for the me that imagines it, and
the me appears to be so damned real. it is of course until it isnt.

Outside of that the miracle unfolds. cats and dogs are not thinking of yesterday or tomorrow the security guards at the bank on the other hand are very afraid, the dears.

Catching water with a sieve

Rudra writes to a friend who, after attending Satsang,  sees that there is nothing to be done:

"All I can add is that things are still done....satsang and deer hunting still take place. We remain helpless  trying to improve or figure things out; trying to understand and package the message with something that will never do it. The mind's understanding can never be enough. It is like trying to contain water with a sieve. Here lies the joy of helplessness. 

The power of 'satsang' in whatever form is its ability to quiet the mind..... but nothing to take home.

Nothing to take home or understand....yet it does seem we are being pulled in, despite any efforts or effortless efforts.

From this point there is no map and no directions. If you say 'not this way' it IS a way. If you say 'this way' it is also a way......What to do?????????"

Friday 18 June 2010

Trapped? Free? What was the question again?

 Bliss is when there is no one left to be blissful. 

Fall on your sword

There is nothing to do. It is all being done

Thursday 10 June 2010

The Mother of all suffering

When there is no one there, there is no birth or death. When there is an atom of a me...all hell breaks loose.

Monday 7 June 2010

The bird of certainty

The mind clings to a notion of 'something to do'. There will be a never ending succession of things to do. Yet the statement that 'there is nothing to do' is often spurious unless accompanied by a complete knowing of that truth. Better by far is attention to that which springs from branch to branch, notion to notion. This includes that which sits on a branch satisfied with its final position, its certainty. This bird must inevitably fall, undernourished, from the tree. So  its back to sincerity and attention. Wherever these lead can be embraced with a grateful heart.

Friday 4 June 2010

Freedom's Door

The thought that ‘this is not my life’ is pleasant and true, but still a thought. The knowing ‘that this is not my life’ on the other hand is freedom’s door.