Sunday, March 26, 2017
The openness, curiosity, wonderment in the question
'What is This?' 'Who am I'
Seeing through the construct of personal identity.
The clear, clean alive functioning of the senses.
Perceiving without resistance, without grasping, without agenda.
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
How does one come to know This?
Not from memory
from what we have learned
or the ideas and opinions we have about things.
And not what has been instilled in us while growing up.
But by dismantling the identification with what we have
mistakenly called me
It is the immediacy
the knowing right now.
The unborn uncluttered perception at every moment.
Does it help to go to Satsang to come to know This?
Going to Satsang might in the beginning
give conceptual clarity.
To see in one's own being all that is standing in the way.
But then the group can become an obstacle
if we do not dare to stand alone.
But prefer to shelter in the comfort of a sangha
or group of friends
or the club of Nonduality
which has become another cult.
In the end to be all alone
as there is only one.
In the beginning and the end
it is a journey one makes alone.
There is no one else but me making my steps.
It is uniquely my path.
Is it helpful to read the scriptures?
It might in the beginning and for a long time
give directions which are helpful in one's life.
But in the end not because if we prefer
to keep hanging on to some dead gurus skirts or lunghi
and keep believing the wise stories
of the old traditions,
while that season of schooling has passed,
we undermine the authority of our own being.
To stand in the authenticity of ones own perception
again and again and again.
As this is the only first hand knowing we have
which is true and alive every time
whatever it is.
All else is second hand.
What else is required?
A passion for truth no matter what.
No matter what the consequences.
Not being side tracked by lesser ideals and comforts,
but to keep standing in the fire of not knowing
as something Else knows better
and takes over
the rudder of our life.
Sunday, February 26, 2017
bumping over country roads.
The peace and timelessness
of a world where as yet
nothing is out of place.
Villages and potholes make way
for cows, dogs, palm trees
a lone figure squatting.
Then suddenly there...
The outline of a lake shore
visibility of a few square meters
the muted calls of life waking up.
The mind made world switched off
disappearing in the wonder
of birds doing their thing.