I am not little big man; little big man is not me. I am neither subject or object. I am transitive, beginningless, endless, where sound touches silence and motion meets stillness, where foreground emerges from background, here and now, always, a child of consciousness. We are windows of pure consciousness smeared by judgements, conditioning, memory and expectation. We need a good cleaning, a thorough solvent, meditation practice that in the end takes out smears, dissolves glass, erases meditator. Every time we give it all a good spring cleaning, the accretions begin anew. This is because glass and a seer remain. Smash them both--kill the Buddha! Glass, seer, smashing, they are all mindstuff, windmills. Let us stop disturbing our perfect peace and abide in it instead.
"The very notion of doership, of being a cause, is a bondage." N.M.
Our fear of yoga or of similar esoteric philosophies and practices is a fear of squeezing the life out of our precious selves. How true and how false, how funny and how sad this is. Our shadow is afraid of our own real self. Buddhism, Hinduism, Christianity--remove the gods and goddesses from them, remove all taint of religion, crack open the koan-like mysticism, strip it all down to the no-core--then go skinny-dipping in what remains.
"...The only radical solution is to dissolve the separative sense of "I am such-and-such person" once and for good. Being remains, but not self being." N.M.
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