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.
it’s evident, if you look closely,
that the observer is the observed,
the thinker is the thought, and so on
(gratitude to J Krishnamurti for those powerful pointers)
but the person-problem remains:
who is this ‘observer-person’?
who is this ‘thinker-person’?
who is this ‘inquirer-person’?
the dynamics aren’t difficult to grasp
but who grasps?
and who then understands?
my Buddhist friends warn about dispensing with the ‘conventional’ self
but again I ask: who/what is it that dispenses – or doesn’t?
you can get bogged down in this mind-movie for great grey eons
before it loses its box-office appeal
I cast a look sometimes but boredom soon kicks in
while the wonders of unabridged Life never cease to amaze
Life’s naked beingness shines from ITself
and for ITself