"Only contentment can make you happy--desires fulfilled breed more desires...Freedom from desires is bliss...Don't distrust its apparent sterility and emptiness." N.M.
Amen. We are deaf to these words and driven like a pinball from desire to desire. We achieve a momentary cessation of craving, mind-stuff. We are the alcoholic in denial of his condition. When I was first told to quit drinking all I saw ahead for me was boredom and sterility, and this after years of being ass-raped by John Barleycorn! We live in a perpetual state of Stockholm syndrome, held hostage and coming to love in a warped way the conditioning of a false reality. Real contentment rests beyond the opposites, beyond anything we can do or conceive. It sounds so very far away yet it is the very stuff from which we are made. Activity of mind and body veil it. It is empty and full to brimming at once. It is as clear as the sky before we call it blue.
These birds hopping and fluttering
Through the hedge branches
Tickle my ribs
"It is only being, but different from the real and the unreal; it is knowledge, but different from knowledge and ignorance. How can it be defined at all? It is simply being." R.M.
To know beyond the last vestige of thought is complete knowledge. From there everything is clear.
"In the stillness of your presence, you can feel your own formless and timeless reality as the unmanifested life that animates your physical form." E.T.
I have to give Eckhart props for trying to put this no-thing in words. Parables and metaphors and cryptic messages are better suited. Ramikrishna described his opening as like being a clay jug of Ganges water cracking open at the bottom of the Ganges. Both men take stabs at the verbal alchemy, bless their hearts.
Amen. We are deaf to these words and driven like a pinball from desire to desire. We achieve a momentary cessation of craving, mind-stuff. We are the alcoholic in denial of his condition. When I was first told to quit drinking all I saw ahead for me was boredom and sterility, and this after years of being ass-raped by John Barleycorn! We live in a perpetual state of Stockholm syndrome, held hostage and coming to love in a warped way the conditioning of a false reality. Real contentment rests beyond the opposites, beyond anything we can do or conceive. It sounds so very far away yet it is the very stuff from which we are made. Activity of mind and body veil it. It is empty and full to brimming at once. It is as clear as the sky before we call it blue.
These birds hopping and fluttering
Through the hedge branches
Tickle my ribs
"It is only being, but different from the real and the unreal; it is knowledge, but different from knowledge and ignorance. How can it be defined at all? It is simply being." R.M.
To know beyond the last vestige of thought is complete knowledge. From there everything is clear.
"In the stillness of your presence, you can feel your own formless and timeless reality as the unmanifested life that animates your physical form." E.T.
I have to give Eckhart props for trying to put this no-thing in words. Parables and metaphors and cryptic messages are better suited. Ramikrishna described his opening as like being a clay jug of Ganges water cracking open at the bottom of the Ganges. Both men take stabs at the verbal alchemy, bless their hearts.
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