Joyce is Joyce

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At 12:15 PM 6/13/01 -0400, you wrote:

Wonderful! Yes - this is beautiful poetry and pointing,

Joyce. Namaste.

I guessed you might enjoy. Says it so

much better than I ever could.

Simplicity itself: there is no "realizing / not-realizing"

duality ...

This as is, is *it* as is --

Yes. "...the final freedom of nirvana, the Great Perfection (in

Budhdist terms). Accessible in principle because it is already the

deepest reality of the present, the actual condition of the most

ordinary. You must look 'nakedly' at yourself, reversing the aim of

seeing back upon yourself. You look for that fixed, independent, isolated

self that feels like a kernal within you, out of which your drives and

thoughts emerge. But when you turn 180 degrees to look within the

looking, you find that nothing has intrinsic status, nothing stands

independent in it's own right.

We look nakedly and see nothing established there as a fixed thing in

itself. Remember, this is in our seeing itself. We cannot

even see anything substantial behind the seeing of nothing. We turn

again and again, whirling around pointing to the point of origin of the

pointing. Our looking becomes transparent to itself. Nothing is

seen as independent or objective. And as this transparency spreads

indefinately, 'subject' cannot be found." etc.

This is from a commentary on Natural Liberation Through Naked Vision

by Thurman. I'm currently sending commentary and NL teaching to a

physicist friend who delights in it as do I and is the practice I attempt

while sitting here posting. I posted a small bit to the Dzogchen list

which seemed to alarm someone who considers things 'secret'. If you

are interested in further bits I'll send but if not, that's fine too. I

solicit your interest to read your own commentary. Love Joyce

"To introduce the three-point entrance to this itself-

Realize past mind as traceless, clear and void,

Future mind as unproduced and new,

And present awareness as staying natural, uncontrived.

Thus knowing time in it's very ordinary way,

When you nakedly regard yourself,

Your looking is transparent, nothing to be seen,

This is naked, immediate, clear intelligence,

It is clear voidness with nothing established.

Purity of clarity-voidness nonduality,

Not permanent, free of any intrinsic status,

Not annihilated, bright and distinct,

Not a unity, multidiscerning clarity.

Without plurality, indivisible, one in taste,

Not derivative, self-aware, it is this very

reality."

Beautiful, Joyce!

Sure - keep posting "gems" ...

A comment? O.K.:

Clear, transparent in all directions.

It has spoken its name a thousand

times over in an instant.

How could I fail to recognize it?

It will never be more *this* than *this.*

Love,

Dan