Thread: Live to Die, Die to live

Originally Posted by NonDualistic

What is beyond, which is not already now-here?

One masquarading within another...


Identity hangs the walls of the prison

Who...what... are you? Can you know?

Will knowledge fill?

Can water fill a sieve?

Let it all drain, quit grasping

Feel rather than know


Where does the water drain to?, where, that it is not already?

Reality of realities is upon us, yet we know it not

Keys opening doors for the wise among us

Doors through which the sages find Me

Look with your heart not your eyes

Feel this sight

Feel the life within this seeing

Beautiful, very nice. I See what you're saying. The formless Reality...



(About my questions) I guess it was another intellectual thing, here's a quote from Dr. Hawkins (Book "I": response about the title "I" rather than "I am"):

'Am' signifies beingness. The ultimate truth is beyond is-ness, beingness or any intransitive verb. Any attempt at Self-definition, such as 'I Am That I Am' or 'I Am' is redundant. The ultimate reality is beyond all names. 'I' signifies the radical subjectivity of the state of Realization. It is in itself the complete statement of Reality.

Just thought that was interesting.

The state of Being supercedes any state of knowing

Knowing loses sight of Being

Describing dwells within the realm of knowing

Every word carries One farther away

Yet it is in words that one can begin to draw closer

A delicate balance

Rolling first one way then the other

Ultimately seeing both sides of the coin at once

Haha, I was thinking about posting in this topic today, and you brought it to the top.

How are you NonDualistic? Well-Being, Being-Well?

Life's Great.

"How" am I ?

Now theres a loaded question

Even then with loads of answers

Answers that one will not see with their eyes

Nor hear with their ears

Answers hidden deep within the winds of mind

Heaving seas, rising and falling waves

Every movement clouding the view

Not a moments rest

Yet rest in every moment

One time within all times

One way, buried within all the "noise"

Yet an illusion to see

The "noise" follows the way

"How" am I?, such is becoming Self evident

Speakers on my kitchen table
should be near my computer
what has the world come to,
to have speakers in the wrong place
knowing the wrong face
tying a shoe lace
without the slightest trace
of a Formula 1 race
or music with too much bass
or a detective on the wrong case
or a woman who carries mace
all at too quick a pace
all without breaking a vase
all without grace.
just stay out of my way
or you'll pay,
listen to what I say.
Hey,
why don't I just go and eat some hay.
I can lay by the bay,
make things out of clay,
I just may,
what'd ya say?

As for really, myself, I feel lagging

Today, a rock

Heavy, dragging about

Tired, puzzled

Will I be forever wondering about?

I seek an end to this hypnotic day-dream


Low vibration, strange patience

Unusual persistence

Some days, movement stops

Other days, rare, the mind slows

But never stops

How can the mind be too busy to surrender?

My mind is powerless, my Will I must have ignored



I feel I am missing something,

I hope I do not stay in this drag,

Yet, I am uncertain either way.


Faith, super-strong

Yet the mind is busy, awareness feels squashed

A balloon waiting to burst, wanting to expand

Yet, something invisible is in the way.

Dreams speak of the invisible things

Through the visible we see the invisible

Through form we see non-form

Learn to see past the visible, past the form into the non



Contemplative thought, mind in all its turbulence....

Is in itself a persistant and perpetual blindness

Rushing and rising waters surrounding the knoll we dwell on

Fears and anxieties in relation to our supposed condition pull at us

Who and what we think with mind that we are makes a world of difference

Such a root runs deep


In the water, on the knoll, I ,I, I

I.....There is nowhere else to look

There within the invisible is hidden

It is a given

This body dies

The life around it for most...

Lived as if in complete ignorance of this reality


This body, this persona

Its likes, its dislikes

Pleasures and pains

Such is not I

Such is not You

All of such is an aquisition

Something held to, held to with effort

Every pleasing moment

Every desparity

Every fit of rage

One pours themSelves into it

Grasping it

Holding it

Such subtle effort both blinding and binding



Look around

Nothing uniquely ones own in this picture

Everything borrowed from everything else

Just where are You in all this?

Just who are You in all this?

Not a true I in any of this that dies..


Transparency drowned in colors

Clarity drowned in senses

Singularity drowned in multiplicity

Yet One need not drown


Tinted but not tainted, the water carries the dye

The dye always settles leaving the water clear

Clarity which is always there

Though seemingly hidden at times


"Die" now, and find Life

"Live" now and find death

Redefine yourSelf

Let yourSelf be redefined


"I am the way, the truth, the life"

These are more than mere words

Reflecting much deeper than merely upon the one that spoke them

Or upon any one that speaks them

The focus is Inward, not outward

Not to someone or something "else"


I

There is no where else to look

There is no one else to seek

All is Self contained

This...

The world, a reality once removed

Senses, sense objects

All, reflections upon a mirror


Thoughts, feelings

To this..

Reaction

Reality twice removed

Dust upon the mirror


In front of this mirror

Only

I

I

Reality unmoved

Primal Prescence unattached

Reaching into every-thing every-one every-where

Into and around all of this


Take hold of this

And this has power given to it over You, by You

Unattached, unencumbered

All this must yield befor You


Such holding is not of mind nor body

Such is prior to mind and body

Hearing, Seeing

Tasting without doubt

Knowing beyond the words of such

I am


This seeing

The gracefulness of Being

Awareness free in flight

Unfettered, untouched


Awkwardness of existance

Clumsy stumbling in form

Laughter


Like a ship riding the waves on the Ocean

Shifting one way then the other

Incessant grasping as center is passed time and again

More laughter


The child cries out to the parrent

The torment of separation, of such lonliness

Such is beyond the shape of things seen with the eye

Or words heard with the ear


A candle lights within

Darkness dispelled

Even shadows flee

Time sweeps the floor clean


Teaching teaches student and teacher both

Answers begging questions

Asking unites both


Opposites in opposition

Yet the center ties them together

Balance ensues


Mis-Identity of oneSelf

A source of suffering

True blindness


A sphere has no sides

No top, no bottom

Only inner and outer

Seen and unseen

Still all One

Where is the division?

Where is the point of balance?

That which transitions Inner and Outer...

That which does not divide, but which Unites..


Here Now, staring

This much is certain

It has been said

"It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle..."

"...than a rich man entering the Kingdom of Heaven"


There are many levels to this teaching

Most would associate "rich" with monetary wealth, glory, or power

Or unethical gain there of

Yet these merely scratch upon the surface

There are yet deeper realities pointed to


The deepest has little to do with material existance

One is most "rich" with ideas and notions of who and what they are

In such, the metaphorical difficulty of overcoming these notions and ideas..

..could be considered an understatement


The very nature of thought is to propel and perpetuate the notion of itself

In such One is Ones own enemy

Yet also in such One is Ones own ally


The analogy of the needle and the camel is just as simple as it is difficult

( a reply to another topic copied back to here for continuity)



Appearances are quite deceptive

Continually lulling one into the dream..

Or daydream as the case may be


Is reality really reality?...Such a question

Yet there it is


Perception of reality is merely a product , or rather a quality of duality

Duality is a quality of mind

N o t h i n g exsts outside of mind

Mind cannot deal with nothing, cannot grasp emptiness

Mind is in the business of creation

Things are minds nature of business


E v e r y t h i n g comes through mind, but not from mind

The truly mind blowing reality


When it is emptiness, nothingness that is the container of mind..

How can mind wrap itself around that?

Where are its handholds?


If one is lucidly aware a dream is a dream, rigidity ends

The reactionary quality is no longer

Everything in a dream begins to speak to you

A language of metaphor

Everything becomes a symbol

Everything becomes detached from this notion of I, of me


Yet of waking life

We hold so tightly to this body identity

So sure of this who we are, who we have been, who we are going to be

So vividly attached


Yet such is no more than the silver backing upon a mirror

That which gives the mirror its very reflective capacity

(yet another reply; to the question:so what does a person have to do to experience what they have?

from thread: http://www.dreamviews.com/community/...02#post1075602
)




Drop the "they" that thinks "they have"

But even then the words describing hide


We all suffer from this self inflicted position of division and separation

Such which is merely reflections in a mirror

What do you see when you look?

Do you see the telling of condition of your whole Being being reflected?

Or do you see a collection of independant things standing alone?

Seeing yourself as indeed also one of those things?


We speak of a "collective" or "universal" consciousness..

But even those terms of thinking imply something otherwise to be ..

A this and a that

When all there is is This

All is a reflection of This One

This consciousness

Such is like milk fresh from the cow

Cream and Milk mixed as one

Let go of the milk and keep the cream

Two riders upon one horse

Yet who is it that leads?


One thinks he knows

The other knows better than to think


The horse carries both along its merry way

One comes and points it out

The colorlessness of this Self portrait

Drawing all its hue from its surroundings

Such Cyclical nature gone unseen

Seeing itSelf undisturbed


Identity awash in a sea of color

Yet meaningless, such cannot stick


To hold it

Paint in Ones hand

It all washes off


Transparency is color all its own

..and it owns all color

Forever unstained

Yet always wonderously colored

Reach the doorway

Throw it all off

Every thing

Every teaching

Every teacher

All that has brought this one to this point

All of it..


One cannot enter My domain carrying such in tow

Looking to such..as if for something more

What has brought one here...now holds one back

Originally Posted by NonDualistic

Reach the doorway

Throw it all off

Every thing

Every teaching

Every teacher

All that has brought this one to this point

All of it..


One cannot enter My domain carrying such in tow

Looking to such..as if for something more

What has brought one here...now holds one back

May as well give all of it up.... you're going to have to give up "life" itself so..

Originally Posted by really

May as well give all of it up.... you're going to have to give up "life" itself so..

The ice is thin where you stand

Deeper depths lie underneath

Stomp your feet

Shatter the ice which supports you there

Two pillars

One plain, the other ornate

Guardians of the doorway

Self revealing passageway between

Oh my oh my, doesn't the mind think about everything?

Life was just like a television, a television that never gets switched off. A lazy man on the couch hypnotized for lifetime after lifetime, forgot he was watching... perhaps it was time he remembered he was in the lounge-room at least. Life is definitely not a television, much less what they're about. Life is more so a lounge-room than a television set! Hahahaa, such a sleepy thing...

Words words words...

Like individual pieces of the whole puzzle..

What is one without another?



Like the image on a tv screen..

Movement is seen ..

Separate images appear within the whole..

Yet all one picture

All one broadcast regardless of appearances


The images cannot escape one another

Forever tied in an eternal dance

God and Satan

Opposing aspects of the same Self


Pantheons of gods

Individual qualities of the One


Separation is illusion

All a reflection of Self