Guest guest Posted August 14, 2002 Report Share Posted August 14, 2002 The destined successor, background unknown, is functioning as attendant to the living Buddha, carrying his ceremonial robe. As they stand together in the Dharma Hall, the attendant opens for the Master this venerable patchwork robe. The old sage turns and whispers, "What is really going on beneath this robe?" The successor, deeply prepared for the transmission of light, remains poised in silence. Intensely, the master continues to whisper, "To study and practice the Buddha way without reaching what is beneath the robe creates the greatest pain. Please ask me the question." The successor repeats the sage's words, "What is really going on beneath this robe?" With almost no sound, the Zen Master responds, "Deep intimacy." Immediately the successor awakens, places the ceremonial robe over the shoulders of his master, and performs three prostrations of gratitude, abundant tears soaking his own upper robe. Master: "You have now greatly awakened, but can you express it?" Successor: "Yes." Master: "What is going on beneath this robe of transmission?" Successor: "Deep intimacy." Master: "And even deeper intimacy." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 14, 2002 Report Share Posted August 14, 2002 Yes Robert, You wrote: > Master: "What is going on beneath > this robe of transmission?" > Successor: "Deep intimacy." > Master: "And even deeper intimacy." And that counts for everything... Everything seems enrobed... It is the persona that is our last robe... (Just carrying on ruminating a bit about the conversation between Mazie and Eric) Wim hrtbeat7 [hrtbeat7] Wednesday, August 14, 2002 1:54 PM Beneath the Robe The destined successor, background unknown, is functioning as attendant to the living Buddha, carrying his ceremonial robe. As they stand together in the Dharma Hall, the attendant opens for the Master this venerable patchwork robe. The old sage turns and whispers, "What is really going on beneath this robe?" The successor, deeply prepared for the transmission of light, remains poised in silence. Intensely, the master continues to whisper, "To study and practice the Buddha way without reaching what is beneath the robe creates the greatest pain. Please ask me the question." The successor repeats the sage's words, "What is really going on beneath this robe?" With almost no sound, the Zen Master responds, "Deep intimacy." Immediately the successor awakens, places the ceremonial robe over the shoulders of his master, and performs three prostrations of gratitude, abundant tears soaking his own upper robe. Master: "You have now greatly awakened, but can you express it?" Successor: "Yes." Master: "What is going on beneath this robe of transmission?" Successor: "Deep intimacy." Master: "And even deeper intimacy." /join All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights, perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously arising from within into It Self. Welcome all to a. Your use of is subject to --- Incoming mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.381 / Virus Database: 214 - Release 8/2/2002 --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.381 / Virus Database: 214 - Release 8/2/2002 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 14, 2002 Report Share Posted August 14, 2002 , Wim Borsboom <wim@a...> wrote: >Everything seems enrobed... It is the persona that is our last robe... It could be said that our humanity invites truth back to itself. Nothing is excluded. And yet, from emptiness, how is relativity experienced? There is something so simple that it is always overlooked. Something so ordinary that it defies labels, names, and categories. It is an affront to the physical persona which fixates on the sense of its own individual existence as a defense against the death timed into it. It is an affront to the emotional persona which seeks through feeling that in which feeling arises. It is an affront to the intellectual persona which relies on comparative mind for complexity and knowing as a defense against the unknown & unknowable. It is an affront to the spiritual persona which clings to hope and mystical experience as a barricade against acceptance. There is another seeing, another invitation, a veil dropping -- what is, experiencing itself as simply that: this, is. Spirit manifests the 10,000 personas, the 10,000 masks of God. When spirit identifies with any of these arbitrary masks and forgets that it is spirit, it becomes confused and starts looking for itself. To "return home", it imagines all sorts of ways and means, from multiversal starstreams to love dreams to terrorist schemes to ashram scenes to Jim Beams. That confusion too is spirit. Confused spirit – y'gotta luvit! Here's to the one we are always meeting on the path that flows from the Heart to reveal the Heart, and in that revelation abides as the Heart, in the infinite Grace of Itself. LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 14, 2002 Report Share Posted August 14, 2002 on 8/14/02 12:23 PM, hrtbeat7 at hrtbeat7 wrote: > , Wim Borsboom <wim@a...> wrote: > > >> Everything seems enrobed... It is the persona that is our last > robe... > > > > It could be said that our humanity invites truth back to itself. > Nothing is excluded. And yet, from emptiness, how is relativity > experienced? There is something so simple that it is always > overlooked. Something so ordinary that it defies labels, names, and > categories. > It is an affront to the physical persona which fixates on the sense > of its own individual existence as a defense against the death timed > into it. > It is an affront to the emotional persona which seeks through feeling > that in which feeling arises. > It is an affront to the intellectual persona which relies on > comparative mind for complexity and knowing as a defense against the > unknown & unknowable. > It is an affront to the spiritual persona which clings to hope and > mystical experience as a barricade against acceptance. > There is another seeing, another invitation, a veil dropping -- > what is, experiencing itself as simply that: > this, is. > > Spirit manifests the 10,000 personas, the 10,000 masks of God. When > spirit identifies with any of these arbitrary masks and forgets that > it is spirit, it becomes confused and starts looking for itself. > To "return home", it imagines all sorts of ways and means, from > multiversal starstreams to love dreams to terrorist schemes to ashram > scenes to Jim Beams. That confusion too is spirit. > Confused spirit – > y'gotta luvit! > > Here's to the one we are always meeting on the path that flows from > the Heart to reveal the Heart, and in that revelation abides as the > Heart, in the infinite Grace of Itself. > > > LoveAlways, > > b ========== Wow laser! Beam me right back to myself, why don't cha? On Jim Beam moonbeams, some will flow! Beautiful Robert...although i don't know about this robe nonsense...but i guess some people like them. Malia, my one year old, loves peek-a-boo. Is that why we always are asked to sign on the dotted line. Now you see me now you don't? Shawn )))))) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 14, 2002 Report Share Posted August 14, 2002 , shawn <shawn@w...> wrote: >Is that why we always are asked to sign on the dotted line. Now you see me now you don't? ))) LOL, Dear Blissful One! wondering what a handwriting analyst would make of the deterioration in my signature over the years -- it started out dutifully legible, but now it looks like some drunken insect mistook the ink for wine. LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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