Thread: Live to Die, Die to live

Experience is eternal

Eternal is Peace

Experience is Eternal Peace

Originally Posted by really

Experience is eternal

Eternal is Peace

Experience is Eternal Peace

No. It isn't, actually.

Originally Posted by Omicron

Originally Posted by really

Experience is eternal

Eternal is Peace

Experience is Eternal Peace

No. It isn't, actually.

Motion is, to those that seek

Logic furthering a psuedo

Those who speak of glimpse, but do not

Originally Posted by NonDualistic

Spoiler for .:

White shores

White wind filling the sails

The journey home

Yet Home comes here, Now


Convergance, a merging

The old pattern slips away

Darkness fades

White light burns bright


Burning without consuming

Changing without destroying

Relax the grasping

Ease away without reaching


The quickening arising within

The focusing of mind

One pointedness expressing through it

Seeing the bridge

Being the bridge

Fingers stretching into all things on both sides

Unity of action, motion, being


There is no equal

There is no opposite

Pour forth the hearts content

Rising to the highest spire

Tears of joy, utter peace

Union of the whole

Manifest into the world to teach


The gathering

The storm

The time comes

Whence time stops

Riddles to some, truth to others

Harvest is here, Now

Glean and winnow

Glean and winnow

I had forgotten ND, washed away.
In thoughts of death, suicide arose.
All the duality.

Now All irrelevant.

These words deceive, and these

With you
I

Originally Posted by Omicron

No. It isn't, actually.

It is Absolutely.

Originally Posted by ClouD

I had forgotten ND, washed away.
In thoughts of death, suicide arose.
All the duality.

How can you contemplate suicide?

Originally Posted by Korittke

It's the wrong type of expression for this forum. End of story. You can see from the replies that nobody wants to dig through this shit.

Upon death, birth arises

That which dies never truly has lived

The One that is born inherits the spoils of the one died

Outer appearnaces decieve the foolish, and the blind

Of death and birth be known

It is not outer, but inner workings that are spoken of


Suicide thwarts conception

Delays growth

Prolongs the birth

Miscarriage of miscarriages

See through it, avoid it


One frame holding the pattern grows old, withers, dies

A new frame must be there to rise into

Time must be spent wisely

The pattern can be lost without a frame

Build the frame

Build the frame

A frame of Light

One being

Neither subject nor object

Utilizing both

Pulling together

One towards the other

Created by the experience


Experience

The energy

The Being

Aware


Awareness manifesting consciousness

Consciousness manifesting duality


Many levels

Tiers of reality

Yet all One

The breathing

The heartbeat

They have tales to tell

Subtle secrets hidden deep

Like sunlight behind thick clouds

Empty mind

Touching the emptiness

Hearing those words

Feeling that presence within

"I am the Buddha"


Looking

Laughing

Seeing

MySelf

Free will

Neither a posession, nor a quality of mankind

Such is a practice, Spiritual in nature

Will is free by nature

Posessed by men, they cage themselves

Caged, the ego becomes an animal

Free, it unites with the Self

Surrender is the Way

Release, true freedom

Brahman is Beingness

Vishnu is Willingness

Brahma is Creativeness

Shiva is Destructiveness

In Oness, I am, Self is


Divided

Yet, without true division

Hidden to those asleep

Yet to those awake

I am in all that is


Out of Brahman I rise

I am Vishnu, Lord of Lords

The prime mover

Outstretched , reaching full circle

My right and left arms cross over and under

Hands gripping one another

Brahma and Shiva intertwined

Primal duality

Union of balance

Infinite

Eternal

Again, the tears
Haha, the synchronicity that is falling around

Laughter, tears...what is

Such falseness, these words. Their meanings extend beyond and into experience, though how to say?
It is already so late, and eternity

Joy without joy, words without words.

cathartic insanity
Love for you, love for us

Us
and i hold
Stillness

Self arising

Without necesity of intention

Laughter in realization


Trust, Faith

Held in that which cannot be seen

Seeingness itSelf


Surrendering that idea, the notion

Separation

Division


Such laughter

Such blissful peace

The Moment overtakes me


The lines become clearer

Yet the division fades

Clarity arising


Movement has no boundaries

Time is transparent

Oneness

Now I see how I am my Self in all of you. Our discoveries are each others; without time and place. I Know, then I find that you do to. I am grateful of our Self. We are holding hands, we are One.

We signal each others next destination, we are a team - Teams are One.

An infinite smile.

Peace

Equanimity

Diving into the picture

The moment runs deep

Leaving words behind


Fear and Trust

Finding balance

Let go

Fall into It


Effort crucifies

All Is already

Now

Here


Realize

Tear free

Into the Moment

You are already there



Such Laughter!

The moment stands

An unswerving pinnacle

Unyeilding

Steadfast

All else flows around it


I see the changes

Time in an instant

Movement surrounding the unmovable

There I was

Am Now

Still there yet ahead


So strange, yet so very familiar

Ha! it writes

it is in the flow

Yet I am not

Sweetness and Beauty

Two windows across The Way

Ends of a Bridge

Are they both open?


Open

Seeing

One to the Other

What windows?

What ends?

Only a Bridge

Only The Way

Such laughter

Such hilarity

Seeing Presence

All else, a communion

Such is the means

it

Words elude

Filling it, I am blinded

Lost in its experience, in its happening

Re-Moving mySelf, I see its emptiness

There is no where I am not

No one I am not with

Unattached, yet, here it is

it perplexes me, this old shoe

I can step out of it

Yet, can I step back into it?

Such absurdity

Leaving it, One never truly leaves

Now theres a revelation...

it is not alive

I am living it

Breathing it

Beating its heart

it is being lived, not living itself

I am that livingness itSelf

Beingness

Oneness

Lovingness I am for it

Have for it

Bring to it

it relaxes into that lovingness

At peace with itself

Empty and serene

Such insight

it

it is not I

Yet nor is it the body

Something seemingly inbetween


A stickiness of sorts

Ha! it is not that separate!

it is indeed connected in Oneness

in the Ness


Ha ha!

A necesity of experience!

A means to an end!


Lol!!!!!!!!!

One gives "life" to it through the experience

One is not bound by it

it is bound by the One!


it is a subtlety

a thin veil

a mist of stickiness

such that clings to the I

Unique to each experience to which this I arises


Though it sticks to this I

I need not be stuck in it

The answer is near

Nearer than near....

it is like the grease between the axle and the wheel

Sticking to both

Yet part of neither


it enables the wheel to turn

Movement to be realized


it is

Just as the axle and wheel are

All make up the whole of the one assembly


As One the components work together

One movement leads to another

The mechanics of it carry the wagon


How often thoogh does one focus on the grease?

Save for when it is stuck all over themselves?

Preoccupied with the stickiness of the grease

One forgets of the wagon, the axle, the wheel, the spokes


This is no illusion

The illusion is in the ignorance

Ignorance of the workingness of the whole

Gear upon gear

One turning upon another

All lubricated in the grease

Clear

I am not somewhere

I watch

Not somwhere

Not anything

Not anytime

So easily lost sight of


In it

I feel :

I am this

I am that

I must do this or that

Judgements abound


These feelings seem so real

So true

Yet tow the painting into the water

All the paint washes away in the depths


It screams as it dissolves

Writhing and twisting

Fighting and grasping


Yet

I am only acting it out

Watching the play

As an actor lost in their part


After the play

I take off the costume

Continuing on

Still it gets in the way

Stuck as itself

Forgotten how to forget

A seeming no responsibility

Feeling the diminishing of it,

Was just luck

And now getting caught in it

Lost in the illusion of it

Again..

...



Even after the day it

Was nearly sanitised

Shocked

It persists

Stuck as itself

Stubborn

Tenacious...