What has neither parents nor offspring
yet knows existence as its family tree?
What has never had a mind to ‘make up’
yet sees everything directly and intimately
and acts freely, without choice?
What has no body, no form
yet the ten thousand things
and the ten thousand no-things
fit it perfectly?
Beliefs are like hookworms on the brain. Firmly and deeply embedded into the bio-computer, they both feed on it and distort its functioning.
The most pervasive and destructive hookworm is the ‘me’ concept – it’s the motherworm and fatherworm in one fat wriggler.
To attempt to extricate it is to assist its replication. It grows new heads and tails; mutates with amazing skill.
Waking up to the workings of thought is the only remedy. When it’s seen that what one took oneself to be as an independent self-existent ‘person’ is a bundle of thoughts wearing a different barcode every time you turn around, everything changes.
It’s a seeing that’s fatal to all brainworms.
the apparent, accepted, assumed (and therefore experienced) self
is nothing more than a constellation of attributes
– all acquired –
around an uninvestigated thought
how it comes to be,
how it can be transcended,
and what might occur when it goes,
are more speculations of that assumed self
imagine! – the entire citadel of a self
rests upon a figment of the imagination!
seen with savage directness, the citadel dissolves –
it was merely a miraculous mirage
only naked inescapable Awareness remains
~ ~ ~
a silver shimmering silence sings
through this spacious beatland
it is the Word of the Great Light
echoing throughout infinite Emptiness