don’t grieve, my child for you were never born and death cannot take you. your body does not contain you. your mind cannot define you. you are the source of all. within you, both space and time arise. you are the eternal now— the source of all existence. you are the dream divine.
There is a Zen koan that says: “Show me your original face before you were born.” The notion underneath this koan is to ask us to stretch – in a way that allows us to access our True, Real and Authentic Self – the self we are/were before we were born. In this process, we transcend our “database” of thoughts, concepts, beliefs, etc., and move to a place of no-mind – where we can experience Reality as it truly is, experience our self as we truly are. Our true face before we were born is actually who we were (and still are!) before we were shaped and crafted by our “life experience.”
In the process of reflecting on the koan, we can begin to see how we’ve become addicted to “my reality,” – my beliefs, assumptions, theories, perceptions, perspectives, etc. Deep reflection can also support us to flow in a space of no-mind, an “original space” of mental quietude, unencumbered and not jerked around by our thoughts and thought patterns.
mirror above, mirror below you show my face, I reflect your soul arising, unexpected laughter. what curious game of hide and seek is this we play?
Meditation brings the realization that our innermost thoughts, habits and tendencies, ultimately create our reality. If we live life unconsciously, we lose sight of our true potential and can fall victim to our own careless thoughts. But this realization brings a new awareness; we start paying attention to the kind of thoughts we nurture, and to the thoughts we want to pluck before they grow roots. Reality is always our mirror.
this life, an ephemeral dream holds nothing in esteem – not love, not death, not time. its unfathomable origination a mere playground of creation.
The changingness of life is an important idea in Buddhism. Nothing escapes. Everything in this world changes, making life appear more like a passing dream than anything substantial. The buddhists make a practice of accepting change as an inherent nature of reality. Accepting what comes, and releasing what goes, we neither seek what is not there, nor do we resist what is already there. This is the way to peace.
from stony stillness and single oneness expanding, such is the breath of creation, and of the universe to motion and infinite complexity a feast to keep the eye enchanted and the mind entangled for many spiraling lives then contracting back to one again.
When we understand complete stillness, we understand all movement. When we understand total silence, we understand all noise. But we cannot understand movement, without FIRST grasping stillness, nor can we understand noise without first grasping total silence. Before movement was, stillness is. Before any noise, silence is.
So, to understand life (and death), we must go back to where all this comes out of. Before thought was, before anything at all. 🌷
cast into world affairs I don’t remember wishing to go there! to play the game of birth and death trapped in all that strife and fight without escape in sight!
To the novice, reincarnation can appear pointless—endless cycles of life and death—a trap from which it is impossible to escape. From this standpoint life appears as a burden rather than an opportunity for liberation.
no eyes will ever see the exquisite dance you make, tiny snowflake, twirling to the ground.
Perspective changes everything. Science is discovering more and more that our universe has intelligence. But the universe doesn’t ‘have’ intelligence. The universe is not a ‘thing’ to have something. The universe IS an expression of intelligence, the universe is pure intelligence. When we notice, for example, the natural world or animals acting in an intelligent way, the right view is not to say “these animals in the universe are intelligent” but rather the universe manifests intelligence as the intelligent birds, or fish, or whatever the case may be.
Intelligence as a verb, a constantly manifesting occurrence. Not a thing to own or gain.🐝🌳🌞
only mind construes a progress or a regress only mind sees gain or loss only mind fabricates a life or a death. in truth there is nothing but the eternal unfathomable unfolding of That. the very thing you are. so how can you be sad? how can you feel separate? what can trouble you when you are the seed of all creation?
we created and destroyed again and again unlikely authors writers of legends birthing new gods while burying the old builders of empires and destroyers of nations with much human love with much human pathos architects of order and of chaos. who could fathom a dance of such magnificence?
We are the stories, we are the creators and we are always in the process of creating. In this world ruled by impermanence, how real are our creations? Could it all be a dream? And if so… Who is dreaming it all?