Guest guest Posted August 13, 2004 Report Share Posted August 13, 2004 I glance around the apartment at the mess; the bookcases and tables that beg for dusting, the plates and glasses in the sink, the bathroom that needs cleaning...again. I feel a twinge of something like anger or frustration or futility come up and I breathe into it. It is a constant process...Life...it is a constant making of messes and cleaning them up. It is a constant being carried on waves of fear, and drama, and emotion...and a constant returning and remembering...quieting again. At least, that is how it has been feeling. It does seem like there are days one finds oneself resting in the silence more often...standing aside, some call it. Watching. Sometimes it all seems to wink at me like a fellow conspiritor..."just Life", it seems to say...no more permanent than that and thus no more important. Dreams. The mess...all of the mess...physical, material, emotional, mental, political, social...becomes clean with the noticing that it is just a projection on a surface of pure nothing. The movie analogy returns. The flickering lights...the characters moving across the screen...the bombs and guns and fire and rain having no real effect on the still movie screen. So what? What then, do all our frantic doings mean? How funny begins to look our running about, our constant attempts and cleaning up the light projections. Just shut off the projector. All the projections of right and wrong and fear and frustration cease...blank screen...still...silent...clean. I sigh and watch the projection continue to run Itself. Ah well, as long as the projector runs...might as well catch a movie. The movie feels like the Universe expressing Itself in every way possible...just because It can. Love is the glue of "this is what I am" that holds it all together...the delight of Being in every form in which That appears...the stretching of Its shape...just for awhile (or so it seems.) There is a clue to freedom there...in recognizing our pain as a form of Love. I wonder to myself if I'll remember that when I may really need it. I see myself writing "our" and I laugh and shake my head. What "our"? Who are "we"? It is magic that that One Thing finds expression through "us"...comparing and contrasting Itself against Itself...unfathomable...amazing. We are the things, the ideas, the concepts, and the "others" we compare our lives and our "selves" against; as much as we are our own bodies and our own minds. That is to say..."we" are none of that at all...and all of it. Hmph...looks like I am writing in circles again...chasing my tail again. Maybe it's time to stop. Maybe it's time to wash a dish or dust a shelf. Love to all, Aly Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 13, 2004 Report Share Posted August 13, 2004 , "Aly" <freckalyb@a...> wrote: > Dreams. The mess...all of the > mess...physical, material, emotional, mental, political, > social...becomes clean with the noticing that it is just a > projection > on a surface of pure nothing. This 'nothing' you refer to is full it is everything... The movie analogy returns. The > flickering lights...the characters moving across the screen...the > bombs and guns and fire and rain having no real effect on the still > movie screen. So what? What then, do all our frantic doings mean? > How funny begins to look our running about, our constant attempts and > cleaning up the light projections. Just shut off the projector. All > the projections of right and wrong and fear and frustration > cease...blank screen...still...silent...clean. I sigh and watch the > projection continue to run Itself. Ah well, as long as the projector > runs...might as well catch a movie. I know *that* feeling. > The movie feels like the > Universe expressing Itself in every way possible...just because It > can. Love is the glue of "this is what I am" that holds it all > together...the delight of Being in every form in which That > appears...the stretching of Its shape...just for awhile (or so it > seems.) There is a clue to freedom there...in recognizing our > pain as a form of Love. All form is pain. (sometimes disguised as pleasure) I wonder to myself if I'll remember that when I > may really need it. > > I see myself writing "our" and I laugh and shake my head. > What "our"? Who are "we"? It is magic that that One Thing finds > expression through "us"...comparing and contrasting Itself against > Itself...unfathomable...amazing. We are the things, the ideas, the > concepts, and the "others" we compare our lives and our "selves" > against; as much as we are our own bodies and our own minds. That is > to say..."we" are none of that at all...and all of it. Hmph...looks > like I am writing in circles again...chasing my tail again. Maybe > it's time to stop. Maybe it's time to wash a dish or dust a shelf. > > Love to all, > > Aly world began with a false notion of separation. Truth is, that nothing false exists (thank god) Love, David Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 13, 2004 Report Share Posted August 13, 2004 , "David Bozzi" <david.bozzi@i...> wrote: > , "Aly" <freckalyb@a...> wrote: > > > Dreams. The mess...all of the > > mess...physical, material, emotional, mental, political, > > social...becomes clean with the noticing that it is just a > > projection > > on a surface of pure nothing. > > This 'nothing' > you refer to > is full > it is everything... > > > > > > The movie analogy returns. The > > flickering lights...the characters moving across the screen...the > > bombs and guns and fire and rain having no real effect on the > still > > movie screen. So what? What then, do all our frantic doings > mean? > > How funny begins to look our running about, our constant attempts > and > > cleaning up the light projections. Just shut off the projector. > All > > the projections of right and wrong and fear and frustration > > cease...blank screen...still...silent...clean. I sigh and watch > the > > projection continue to run Itself. Ah well, as long as the > projector > > runs...might as well catch a movie. > > I know *that* feeling. > > > > The movie feels like the > > Universe expressing Itself in every way possible...just because It > > can. Love is the glue of "this is what I am" that holds it all > > together...the delight of Being in every form in which That > > appears...the stretching of Its shape...just for awhile (or so it > > seems.) There is a clue to freedom there...in recognizing our > > pain as a form of Love. > > All form is pain. > (sometimes disguised as pleasure) I wonder to myself if I'll remember that when I > > may really need it. > > > > I see myself writing "our" and I laugh and shake my head. > > What "our"? Who are "we"? It is magic that that One Thing finds > > expression through "us"...comparing and contrasting Itself against > > Itself...unfathomable...amazing. We are the things, the ideas, > the > > concepts, and the "others" we compare our lives and our "selves" > > against; as much as we are our own bodies and our own minds. That > is > > to say..."we" are none of that at all...and all of it. > Hmph...looks > > like I am writing in circles again...chasing my tail again. Maybe > > it's time to stop. Maybe it's time to wash a dish or dust a shelf. > > > > Love to all, > > > > Aly > > > world began with a false notion of separation. > > Truth is, > that nothing false exists > (thank god) > > Love, > David "the true always is; the false never has existence" (the bhagawad gita) did you wash the dishes? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 13, 2004 Report Share Posted August 13, 2004 , "yosyx" <yosyflug@i...> wrote: > , "David Bozzi" > > > > "the true always is; the false never has existence" (the bhagawad > gita) > > did you wash the dishes? Oh god yosy there are so many proverbial dishes in my life to clean... My first job ever was a dishwasher. No matter how many times you cleaned them they'd just get dirty again. ...but that's no excuse to eat off dirty plates... BTW ACIM states (paraphrased) - as part of it's 4 thousand or whatever pages: "Nothing unreal exists. Nothing real can be threatened." If you can take that to Heart well then don't bother with the other 3,999 pages... peace Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 13, 2004 Report Share Posted August 13, 2004 , "David Bozzi" <david.bozzi@i...> wrote: > , "yosyx" <yosyflug@i...> wrote: > > , "David Bozzi" > > > > > > > > > "the true always is; the false never has existence" (the bhagawad > > gita) > > > > did you wash the dishes? > > Oh god yosy > there are so many proverbial dishes > in my life to clean... > > My first job ever was a dishwasher. > No matter how many times you cleaned them > they'd just get dirty again. > > ...but that's no excuse to eat off dirty plates... > > BTW ACIM states (paraphrased) > - as part of it's 4 thousand or whatever pages: > > "Nothing unreal exists. > Nothing real can be threatened." > > If you can take that to Heart > well then don't bother with the other 3,999 pages... > > peace lol one of the hebrew sages was requested to teach the whole tora "on one foot". "love thy brethren as yourself - this is the whole tora" he replied, "the rest are just commentaries." in love Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 13, 2004 Report Share Posted August 13, 2004 > , "yosyx" <yosyflug@i...> wrote: > > did you wash the dishes? , "David Bozzi" <david.bozzi@i...> wrote: > My first job ever was a dishwasher. > No matter how many times you cleaned them > they'd just get dirty again. > > ...but that's no excuse to eat off dirty plates... The kitchen is sparkling again, Yosi...until next time ::grin:: I guess that not wanting to eat off dirty plates is one of the milder, easier "pains" you mentioned David, inherent in all form. Luckily there is also a grounding pleasure, for me, in being with hot water and shimmering suds...and in completing a simple task. I even remembered having read something about dancing with a dishtowel once in awhile. Since I had some music on, I let the silliness take over and I did that too! Love, Aly Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 14, 2004 Report Share Posted August 14, 2004 Dear Friends: I recently came back to town and noticed that some conflicts between certain sangha members have surfaced. As usual, I am clueless on how to handle it. Need a few days to relax and rest first. Will consult Maharishi Bingoram and get back to you all. May all beings be free from sorrow. Harsha ===== /join Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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