who are you
when you’re not constantly
on social media?
when you’re not sharing
your selfies, your mundane and mediocre
when you’re not broadcasting
your insights, your threadbare, faded
what do you see
when you’re not there
telling yourself the old stories
(identify – label – judge)?
when there’s no observer
standing separate from
texture, color, energy?
when time and space
disappear, taking out your memorybank (poof!)
leaving . . . . . . . . . what?
who are you in that apocalyptic instant
when you realise that
every hard-earned conviction you hold
is merely an empty concept?
who are you when you aren’t there?
[conceptual answers not permitted; keep emptying!]
Drawing by Michael Leunig – it also accompanies this post from the early days of ‘the echoes’:
sitting in this leaky boat called ‘me’
One of the most prevalent and persistent myths swirling around the concept of awakening, is that those who have been obliterated by the irreversible EUREKA are instantly and henceforth rendered exempt from all the trials of the flesh that plague “the unenlightened”.
The mind loves to employ this fantasy to critique even the sagest of sages. (“How could someone like a Krishnamurti or a Ramana become a victim of cancer?”) But more sneakily, it turns its scorn upon one’s own delicate understanding.
It loves to hold up one’s (so-called) unattractive qualities – one’s addictions, physical ailments and emotional irruptions as proof that one hasn’t understood anything of import. Really.
What sport it is to watch and listen to this chattering, taunting, would-be bully. For a while you return the volleys. But it doesn’t take long to realise it’s a game without end and you grow bored – you know the score already.
So you serve your Ace straight up.
You simply ask whether the rock-solid immensity of Awareness is being affected, in any way, by whatever is coming at it.
The answer is always the same.
Game. Set. Match.
In tennis, an ace is a legal serve that is not touched by the receiver, winning the point. – Wikipedia
the edges of the threatening clouds
suddenly it’s sailing clear –
the full moon!
– – –
awakening is precisely like this:
our precious fears and foibles
begin to melt into lightness
at the edges
the dark curtain of concepts
and the tireless concept-builder
and there it is
the self-luminous light
of our eternal beingness
that was veiled
by ceaseless story-spinning
Dear (newly wide-awake) reformed seeker –
If you haven’t yet been called delusional, flakey, misguided, weird, out-of-touch, in denial, crazy, mistaken, blasphemous, arrogant, heretical, evil, a nutter…
If you haven’t been judged, shunned, ostracised, scorned, ignored, rejected, excluded, gossiped about, sent to Coventry…
No worries – there’s still plenty of time.
Seven billion stories (and counting) are poised to project their characters onto the empty pregnant space that you know yourself to be.
Hang in there – if you can find a ‘there’ anywhere. (Chuckles)
When the barbs come thick and fast you’ll be astonished to find that they fly right through your shimmering spaciousness. It’s quite a trip actually!
Cartoon by Michael Leunig
if you endlessly ponder
your seeming lack of enlightenment
(the proof of; the reasons for; the need to overcome)
your life appears to be unenlightened
and is experienced accordingly
if, for one instant, you stop your pondering
the Real is found to be already and always there
(luminous; changeless; already perfect)
and your life, in that instant, IS enlightenment
and is experienced accordingly
you don’t need to seek or strive or supplicate
you don’t even need to understand or accept or believe
you just need to slow down
get really quiet
how cool is that?
Image credit: Jaypee Online – Flickr
awakening is easy;
wideawakeness is the natural state of any sentient being
so no one has ever been anything but fully awake
so, why does it appear to be difficult to r-e-a-l-i-z-e?
simply because we fail to examine two notions that are automatically acquired,
assumed to be true, and that become set in concrete in our thinking:
1 there’s a separate entity here (somewhere) that thinks thoughts, performs actions, is independent and bears ‘my’ name
2 said entity and its life are imperfect, unsatisfactory, bound, limited and therefore in need of improvement, salvation and awakening
yet no one, among all the billions of human beings
who have incarnated throughout time,
has ever been able
to find that entity
Image – artist unknown.
How very odd it is, that the enlightenment we so earnestly seek is the only thing we can never escape!
The wideawake awareness
of all that is
all that is
all that is