Guest guest Posted December 14, 2005 Report Share Posted December 14, 2005 There is nothing to explain. There is no answer, nor any legitimate question. When old Yu was asked about the One he got up and walked out of the room. Sitting here I feel a comfort in knowing there is nothing to know. How do I know? Is it just the end of the questions? That the wondering was extinquished, snuffed out in the silence? Such ponderings can lay fallow, waiting for the ages to leaven them. There is no need to clarify any of this. What is defunct is defunct, past, utterly gone. Yet the meanderings of the mind still play in the wind. There is no harm in that. And if there were, what could be done? Nothing *matters*, and yet the simplicity of the play of these musings unravels as it will. Need for justification too is defunct. Such is real freedom. Bill Nisargadatta , epston@a... wrote: > > To Call It One > > To call it One is > One to many, > To call it nothing, > Minimizes its importance, > To say it is in me, > Implies it is not outside, > To say it comes from somewhere, > Says it is not here, > To say it has a beginning, > Makes it appear to have an ending, > To think it will come, > Implies it has not arrived, > To search for it, > Implies it is hidden, > To wait for it, > Implies it exists in time. > > To try to describe it is futile, > It has no edges, > You cannot catch it, > You cannot find it, > You cannot see it, > You can only > Be It. > > > > Larry Epston > www.epston.com > > Comments? > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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