Each of us is our own world. That world has no edges – it permeates everywhere.
This is enlightenment.
Accepting our aloneness and responsibility takes courage.
Getting stuck there is narcissism.
Not perceiving our all encompassing aloneness is delusion.
What is like when one is neither stuck in separateness nor aloneness?
The fog streams.
No one can grasp it.
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In speaking of religion we hear the phrase “blind faith”. Having your eyes closed, being deluded, is certainly not a desirable thing. But do we see our own “blind faith”? Our faith in the material world, the faith we place in what we are taught about achieving happiness in it: the blind simplicity of things we believe.
The Dharma points to our blindness. It speaks to us and says “in your analysis, in your beliefs, have you included the fact that everything changes, that you will grow old and sick and die. That you will lose all you love and that all your explanations for this truth have no foundation or proof whatsoever.
It is for this reason that we must strive to awaken.
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Until you are willing to be confused about what you already know, what you know will never grow bigger, better, or more useful.
~ Milton Erickson
This is from my point of view so much the heart of the matter and so well put that there is little I can add to it – other than please keep reading this over and over.
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If we observe our thoughts we can see that they flow from one to another without stop. I would like to look at an aspect of this that I will call the sphere of implication. The sphere of implication is all the ideas, beliefs and world views attached to experience – its meaning. The meaning of an abstraction or a snowflake or a person.
What happens when we remove the sphere of implication and the associated thoughts? You have the thing itself, the basis of reality. You have no eye, ear nose, tongue, body, mind – the ground of being. You have the thing itself, the snowflake itself.
From this basis, this thoughtless truth, the sphere of implication fills the universe – and is nothing but the flowerings of of the mind. Sphere upon spheres, flowering in the air, flowering through time – endlessly
Wonderful snowflakes, they fall nowhere else but here