Showing posts with label enlightenment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label enlightenment. Show all posts

Sunday, December 25, 2011

He Let Go

Don’t let your mind create a “me” out of You.

Any “me” is false, a lesser version of You. No matter how good or noble that “me” is, it’s not real, it’s not true. The temptation to hold Yourself into a “me” is constant, but You are here to see through all this “me-ing”.

However you feel about “me” ... it’s not You. Don’t let the mind define you. Don’t let your ideas about yourself be who you are. Don’t let the “me” thoughts and feelings control your world.

You, the real you, cannot be contained by any thought or feeling. That’s all the “me” is, thoughts and feelings about You, congealing into a “me”.

“Me” has no substance, “me” is not real, it’s not true no matter what it is.

Stop now.

Slip out of any thought that arises. Let the thought come, then let it go. Watch with curiosity ... investigate how the thought “me” arises and takes hold. Observe how the “me” idea takes shape, filling itself with feeling and identity. As you see/feel the “me” manifest, let it go. Pull back. Pull out. Breathe. It’s not You. That “me” idea, that “me” thought is only possible through the grace of Presence ... You.

You allows “me” to exist by lending its attention to that which arises ... that “me” thought. You then lend it your vitality, your life-force, your very essence ... and that “me” thought grows.  If we are unaware of the process, the “me” thought will believe itself to be real, the centre of reality ... the centre of attention, and so it is, so it has become – the centre of attention. But, that “me-ness” is a construct, a fabrication of consciousness ... it’s simply a thought/feeling that has become a habit.

In seeing this we are free. We are able to find some space in here, and no longer believe that “me” to be the be all and end all it thinks it is.

You ... that you that allows all things to manifest, to be birthed within you is graciously allowing all things to be.

But there comes a moment when You “see” what’s happening and “me” is seen for what it is. And You are free.

Immediately and unconditionally free.

The following piece by Reverend Safire Rose describes one such moment:

He let go. Without a thought or a word, he let go. He let go of the fear. He let go of the judgments. He let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around his head. He let go of the committee of indecisions within him. He let go of all the “right” reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, he just let go.

He didn’t ask anyone for advice. He didn't read a book on how to let go. He didn't search the scriptures. He just let go. He let go of all the memories that held him back. He let go of all the anxieties that kept him from moving forward. He let go of the planning and all of the calculating about how to do it just right.
He didn't promise to let go. He didn't journal about it. He didn't write the projected date in his Day-Timer. He made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. He didn't check the weather report or read his daily horoscope. He just let go.
He didn't analyze whether he should let go. He didn't call his friends to discuss the matter. He didn't do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment. He didn't call the prayer line. He didn't utter one word. He just let go.
No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked him or praised him. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, he just let go. There was no effort. There was no struggle. It wasn't good and it wasn't bad. It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, he let it all be. A small smile came over his face. A light breeze blew through him. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.


Tuesday, October 20, 2009

It Never Leaves Us

Have you lost sight of why ...
Just why you are here?
Have you forgotten your life's purpose?
It's so very easy to forget ...
To lose ourselves in our becoming.
But why have we chosen to become?
Why are we here?
This question sits burning in our belly.
It lays dormant at times
and at other times it's fully aflame.
But it never leaves us.
Every step we take is towards the answer
even when we face the opposite direction
The answer to Why?
It can't be said
It can't be spoken.
Yet we can know it
directly know it
by seeing it
by being it.
This is the only purpose of our becoming.
To recognise what lays
at the heart of all things ...
And ... it won't leave you alone
until you face this question squarely ...
completely.
Even then, it will continue to inform you.
To plumb even deeper.
For to Know has no bounds.
Becoming is the joyous expression
of that which always is.
Ah ... such joy ...
To see ...
To know ...
To be ...

Saturday, October 17, 2009

When Things get Dark

When things get dark, it's only clouds in the sky obscuring the light and warmth of the sun ... When things get dark it's not any less true or real ... Simply allow "this", whatever it may be to exist. Allowing it releases any fixation, any clinging, any fleeing ... any wanting to change it.
What "sees" and "allows" all this to be is the contemplation here at all times. What sees and allows This, just as it is?
It's simple.
Pull back your attention, just a little ... and everything shifts.
Away from the clouds, up and back to the Open Sky. This Eternal Vastness holds and contains it all ... absolutely all of it ...Simply pull out, back and up ... and see the freedom that always is, in simply allowing for what is, to be.
It may not feel good, it may not be nice but it is what is ... allow it and you'll very naturally "see" from what you really are.
The darkness is a state, as is the light but what embraces both is not - It's never changing, always present, eternal, free, spacious and all knowing. This that allows all things to be is beyond good and bad. This ... beyond the pull of opposing forces is always free, always at peace, always present ... and This is you!

"The Chinese thrush sings in my heart and grey clouds gather in the empty sky of my mind."
Robert Aiken Roshi