Isn’t this strange to have that constant race towards being when we are already fully being, and furthermore, doing it with absolute perfection? We keep projecting another better being than our present being, which we have judged not enough, un-sufficient, un-perfected. But we couldn’t be being any more or better than we are now already doing. What would I want to be but what I am? Why this be-coming? It is such a plain, inescapable evidence: I am this awaring presence. Presence, or being, is my natural abode. This is who I am.
Yet I’ve had all sort of ideas about it. And fanciful ones, believe me! That this presence was a me-person located inside a body. That it was an idea, a point of view that needed nurturing and developing as I — the me located inside this body — desired it. And if ‘I’ couldn’t do so, that would make this ‘me-majesty’ a sad, upset little ‘me’. And that sad little ‘me’ would go on living the life of a body located in space, projecting all the beings and things it senses as representing an ‘other’, a ‘world’ out there in which he roams about alone, gets scared, and craves, until he finally dies. That’s the end of ‘sad little me’. Body dies, he dies.
Hell no. That’s not the way it is. God forbid. There is no sad little me. That’s not there. It’s an idea, an image with no reality. I am not sad. I am not small. Not located. I am presence itself. I am this sweet, loving, sensitive, subtle knowing of everything that presents itself in this field. I am this field of knowing. This tenderness taking all in. I am the big, soft, loving eye of knowing. Knowing is my home. As for the rest, I am homeless. I don’t need to crave, grab, grip, grapple, grabble. None of that. God forbid. I am free. Unattached. Deep diving into the very substance of my self. Experience is my constituent and I am in love with every bit of it.
How difficult is that?
Text and photo by Alain Joly
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Not difficult to realize, but difficult to maintain. For me, it seems the opposite is also true to my experience. First one blind man describes the elephant, then the other, and I listen to them all. Everyone has their own story.
“Deluded people are no different from awakened ones (Buddhas), delusion is no different from awakening. With one confused thought, you are deluded; with your next thought you see the truth, that’s awakening. With one thought you cling to something, that’s delusion; with the next thought you leave it behind, that’s awakening”. (Hui Neng- 6th Zen Patriarch)
Thank you for your comment! 🙏 Such an elusive thing, un-catchable, un-graspable, yet staring at us. What a mystery it all is!
that’s for sure!!!