The self-importance of humanity
A prison of ignorance
Blinding conceit
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The self-importance of humanity
A prison of ignorance
Blinding conceit
A rising ocean
Of human consciousness
Riddled artistically in arrays
Of behaviors and beliefs
In all kinds
Expressed within serene validity
All bouncing and rippling
Around a cosmic dance
A perfect harmony
Of death and life,
Life and death,
A way of Life
To this one
The universal Divinity
Striving to know itself, was once
Unknown to the busy mind
That moved in subtle currents
Abiding inside itself
And its notions of notions
Yet in remembrance
The Silence dissolves it all
In remembrance
The memory falls
The notions fall away and
The knowledge stands Still:
The One Self,
The One Self in All
Is Ever-Present
We speak of these things we speak of
Sights of inner Self seen as with the mind
Yet when the true realization of that behind the words comes...
Oh What simplicty! what magnificence!..
Words but empty shells..
Buckets that can only carry
Freedom found beyond its meaning
In a moment all illusion of mind laid transparent
The dimensional door collapsed
The curtain raised
The veil parted
Yet....
To stop now
Before words would carry away
Hiding truth once again...
A dream is like life...
Just as life is like the dream...
A seemingly vast amount of substantial components seen
Yet the quantity does not reflect the reality of the vision
Nor does the experience reflect the true nature of the substance
It is not the individual that summons the action
It is the action that has summoned the individual
We just confuse ourSelves with being one individual or another
It is not the components that have brought forth the story
It is the story itSelf which has brought forth the components
It is not an individuals actions that set forth motion
It is the movement that sets forth the actions of the individual
It is as Rumi has said of Gnats inside the Wind...
Interesting ND...
According to the time of your post, I was simultaneously watching a film called The Waking Life. :D It's a film about the philosophies of life, including distinguishing dreaming from reality, lucid dreaming, illusion, etc... It would very much agree with what you just said.
"Waking is long and a dream short; other than this there is no difference. Just as waking happenings seem real while awake. so do those in a dream while dreaming. In dream the mind takes on another body. In both waking and dream states thoughts. names and forms occur simultaneously."
-Ramana Maharshi
Nice thread by the way, I'll have to add something of my own some time.
YourSelf
Watching all the parts and pieces interact
Dependency
Like a hand at the end of the arm...
Moving but free of the movement itself
Current dragging every-thing, every-one, into the movement
Drawn like moths to a flame
The love for the lovers act is dim
The love for the lover themselves is only slightly brighter
The love for the lovers love.......
This burns bright like the sun
When light meets light where can darkness hide?
Who can steal its brightness away?
With a breath in, the mind is fed oxygen
Oxygen exhaled by the trees who breath in the carbon
the carbon we exhale
The whole of earth breaths in a cycle
in one breath
breath of life
breath of death
it is a work of in and out
of take and give
but some do not want to give
they only want to take
and take
.......
and take
This creates suffocation
that all experience
and suffocation only brings asphyxiation
asphyxiation
death by being deprived of breath
deprivation of the cycle
one cycle of breathing that should never be suffocated
for we breathe as one
so we are one
one breath
This..and yet so much more
This....the measure by which every-thing comes
This...something all too frequently lost in
This...
That which you lose yourSelf in..
Is also that very thing that you also find yourSelf by
Close your eyes and have a look...
When you are ready to put this person down...
You will be ready to see whats really in the mirror..
A story loses itSelf in the objects of the story
Losing Its presence amidst all the components...
Self awareness clouded over..
Becoming an outside perspective looking in..
A reader of the story..
An isolated component relative to the telling
A player in the play
Wake up from this sleepy madness
Disconnect from this disconnectedness
Separate from the separateness
The components do not exist aside from the story
This story is like a tree
It is older than old
Reaching beyond time itself
Leaves come and go with the seasons
Objects that sprout and then fall away
Sometimes from them a new branch forms
Endless stories all connected
Where would the leaf be without the tree?
This subjective view is misleading
Even more so than the objective
Then Love calls to you
As to lift you out of either or
Appearances are decieving
Look Deeper...
From within..
Love manifests as such images and appearances
But then they all do as such
Constantly shifting in the rainbow colors of presence
Objects of appearance
Mirrors that reflect the rainbow
One color or another
Love is the light itSelf
Light by which every color shines forth
Radiance
The brighter the light the more blended the colors
See past yourself
This darkened shade
You are not even there
Love says " Have Courage, you owe me this much"
Only in such Light can I see
Only in such Presence can I be
As such I am
Remember
Remember
Remember
It is not to remember..
Rememberance is locked into time
A prison of sorts
Recognition is timeless
Whether inside or outside the bars..
Awareness always is
Ahead or behind
Now is the hinge
The water is always moving
Whether away from or towards the pool
The scenery around the movement is like letters to an alphabet
Dont get caught up in the scenery
If you do, you wont see the words that are forming
Whether the Ocean, the rain, or rivers and streams...
Water is water
Despite the appearances, where is any true separation?
Relax into the movement
There is no need to reach
No need to grasp at
What comes also goes
Neither hold to nor push away
The Self view is the disease as well as the cure
Find the balance point upon which the very scale rests upon
It is reaching one way or another that upsets the balance
Chasing after some false self view
Who are you?
Just what are you?
This you that thinks I am
This you that thinks me
Sight without form, now theres a start
There are no handholds here
This is the deep end of the pool
Drown you say?
My friend, can water drown in water?
Now try swimming around...
Thanks so much, Non-Dualistic, for your words have brough me peace of mind. Peace I desperately needed. It is truth I know by heart and your words re-unified me with it. Yet in the end my Ego is still blinding me. Overpowering me.
I see it in myself and in the people around me. The same blessings and the same curses.
Just... Both within myself and within those around me I more often than not see Ego triumph over Consciousness(Divine Self, God, Krishna, Johnny or whatever you wish to call it)
How do I put this wisdom to practicality to overcome the blindness and destructive patterns of the Ego?
How is this wisdom applicable to a lifestyle?
Perhaps its that need to ask how that is at fault? So it seems that peace can only exist when the mind frees itself from belief and method, to unconditionally accept all that is, even if "you" don't like it. Instead of seeking for more method, more pattern, seek the seeker. At least that's probably what Ramana Maharshi would probably say.
I bet we're in a very similar place right now, SKA. Now that I have knowledge of how pointless and destructive my "illusion of self" is, I see it all the time. Though unfortunately most of the time only in retrospect. For some reason despite all this "knowledge" I can't seem to help falling back into unconscious reactivity as time slips by.
Looking for freedom from the ego seems to inevitably cause very thick and paradoxical philosophy, even though the truth is supposedly very simple. I've caused myself a lot of grief from my obsession with it. Gave myself headaches from constantly deliberating. Its honestly caused me to give up seeking. It seems to me I'll never get there if I'm looking for it, because the looking itself is just another projection of that sick ego. Freedom will either come or it won't, trying to facilitate it is only more of the ego's resistance.
Examples:
http://consciousnessproject.org/arti...f-great-value/Quote:
Be kind to everything and everyone, including oneself, all the time, with no exceptions.
Revere all of life in all its expressions, no matter what, even if one does not understand it.
Presume no actual reliable knowledge of anything at all. Ask God to reveal its meaning.
I don't think Ramana would say that. The common misconception is that the seeker is what you're looking for, or that one should "seek the seeker." The problem is that they're dualistic concepts. What you're really "seeking" is the non-dualistic Self, which doesn't need to be sought. Seeking implies separation, but there is no other Reality apart from the Self; there is no separation. The term "seeking" needs to be re-contextualized into a devotional practice whereby illusory concepts are simply given up (but that's just one method).
You can't "help it" because it is not something you can control, and it's something you're resisting. Meditation reminds you of this. It takes on a more realistic stance of acceptance and witnessing rather than to be controlling and perceiving.
All paradoxes are resolved with spiritual investigation. You're giving yourself headaches and problems because you're trying to sort this out with the mind. That is exactly what you should not do. It's not a bad thing though, it's just a tendency of human consciousness. A lot of "work" is needed before the paradigm of the intellect is resolved through spiritual awareness rather than concepts alone. If you simply give up the frustration by examining that it is you that has deemed yourself to be frustrated, then you will no longer have it.
This is the only thing i disagree with...
This is a problem in most persons, as they believe some aspects of themselves, some parts, are out of their grasp of scrutiny and lack the ability to control certain parts of their being when in truth everything about you is controllable by yourself and/or by others. The level of control is usually mirrored by the level of self awareness and exuberant self scrutiny over every single thought that passes through the persons mind, but allowing oneself to have a level regulation that becomes normal. A rewiring of ones ego, an unplug, reset, and reboot of the grandest porportions
:lol:
Well sure, everything in that context may be exercisable. I think this has relationships to Self-Actualization and perfecting the personality. Unfortunately this is the deviation of a lot of New Age content.
What you cannot control is that which is prior to all of this, as you said - self awareness, that which all of the above depends on. Consciousness and the ways of life are beyond our control, because they cannot be individualized or detected in order for such. We can influence them but not control them as we'd like to believe. Like one cannot control the level of the effects of the human ego, or the time at which somebody "becomes" enlightened, analogously so it can be seen in that we cannot "make" a flower grow but we can contribute to the favorable conditions (I.e. watering it etc.)
Furthermore the advancing of consciousness doesn't occur in the same realm as the ego perceives, due to a number of factors that aren't true in greater realms/contexts of reality. I understand consciousness to be in autonomous flux, in an eternal instant, however the ego perceives with control, getting and acquiring in something called "time". If you really had beyond this much control, can you make your mind silent right at this instant? Can one make oneself understand something that is out of their grasp? This is really the depth that we're looking to.
"My Ego", you say?
Just who is this that can have such?
What is this that can be had?
Ask yourself these things
Look
Can seeing be seen?
Can hearing be heard?
Can touching be touched?
Can smelling be smelled?
Can tasting be tasted?
Not a one of them can be
Yet...they all are...despite this lack of self recognition
The ego self is simply a construct
A construct of thoughts
Objects of action
Objects of experience
A thought is a thought
One builds upon another
Both subtle and grand
Who are you?
A collection of thoughts?
One heaped upon another
What just is this that you are holding onto ?
We misuse this world around us
Looking at this world...
Rather than looking into it
Do you look at a mirror?...or
Is a mirror to be looked into?
This world, this existance..
This is a mirror
You see the objects in this mirror
Yet your perspective is from that of being one of those objects
How can any real use be made of this mirror by someone so blinded?
Realize friend
You are looking into this mirror at the same moment you are existing in it
Duality so cleverly hidden
Yet non dualistic in the very same moment...
This is your current condition
A ships anchor....
An electrical ground.....
One keeps things in place
The other allows for flow of movement
Both a metaphor for one in the same essence
From birth an anchor becomes attached to the body
Movement and flow is grounded through this person of the body
When death comes to this body, this person..
The ship can only drift without some thing to be anchored to
Without a solid ground.... current is interrupted, or lost
Just how do you see yourself?
Are you anchored to "your" body?
Are you grounded to the "person" you think you are?
When the body dies..
When the person ceases to be....
Who are you then?....
Because you are....
You do not end...
What do you see when you look into this mirror?
Even this body is an object in the mirror
A mere reflection
Its not you
Its just telling of you
This person..
Just a means of telling
You wander as above the forrest
Trees gone unseen under the leaves of the canopy
Pull yourSelf down among the trees within
Walking inside you see the individual trees
Easily you move around each trunk
It is quiet in here
The wind does not howl as it does above
Thoughts are seen for what they are
The forrest grows one tree at a time
Even though trees may die..
They never leave the forrest
The forrest hides their dying
It hides everything..
Unless you are down in it
Walking through it
What of reality can you see from above?
Looking at the canopy below...
Looking blindly in the mirror, it can be clumsy to walk.
Looking blindingly into the truth, and it may walk clumsily still.
:lol:
You hear of suicide
You see the thoughts
A curiosity arises
Just who is it that would be killing who?
Who is it that wants to die?
Who is it that wants to kill?
Who are you in the midst of such wants?
Attractions and repulsions
They all come and go
And yet there you are
Like a hinge on a door...
Where the door swings matters not
It swings upon you