Guest guest Posted July 9, 2007 Report Share Posted July 9, 2007 At some point there comes silent mind.And that can seem like It, but it sure ain't.But eventually, like there is a tiny hole in thatsilence, all the stuff still swirling in silentmind drains out. And so eventually all that is leftis what I like to call Emptiness.When all there is is Emptiness, then who's talking?Because it does go on. All doesn't end just becauseall that's left is Emptiness. There is still a life.But the "person" is gone... all the contents of saidperson are gone... vanished in that pinhole.That life that still goes on takes on the appearanceof a person in so many ways. But it is not.It is something so different now.And if I have any point, it's that there comes a pointwhen all that's left is the Emptiness, yet itstill goes on.And in its going on words are played forth.Speaking arises.But the speaking is Silence speaking in Silence.There is no substance any more.There is no "position", no "standpoint".Just endless reverbration of what can be never knownbut always is.Bill Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 9, 2007 Report Share Posted July 9, 2007 Nisargadatta , " billrishel " <illusyn wrote: > > > > At some point there comes silent mind. > And that can seem like It, but it sure ain't. > But eventually, like there is a tiny hole in that > silence, all the stuff still swirling in silent > mind drains out. And so eventually all that is left > is what I like to call Emptiness. > > When all there is is Emptiness, then who's talking? > > Because it does go on. All doesn't end just because > all that's left is Emptiness. There is still a life. > But the " person " is gone... all the contents of said > person are gone... vanished in that pinhole. > > That life that still goes on takes on the appearance > of a person in so many ways. But it is not. > It is something so different now. > > And if I have any point, it's that there comes a point > when all that's left is the Emptiness, yet it > still goes on. > > And in its going on words are played forth. > Speaking arises. > > But the speaking is Silence speaking in Silence. > > There is no substance any more. > > There is no " position " , no " standpoint " . > > Just endless reverbration of what can be never known > but always is. > > > > > Bill > poetry in motion! good stuff Bill. ..b b.b. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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