There is no place that Light cannot enter..
Everything is Light..
Light is Consciousness..
Darkness is pretending that Light does not exist..
Darkness always loses to Reality..
Darkness is the other side of Drama..
Drama is the entertainment of Dreams..
Dreams are not Real...
You have heard the song..
The Line is the length of your dream..
The experiences of positive and negative complete the drama..
But, are You, Awake?..
Why do you keep Dreaming?..
Perhaps, Eternity is a long time..
'You' are Thought without a 'You'..
What is Thought to do but Think..
An Eternity of Thought demands Dreams..
Dreams bring meaning to Thought and Everlasting Existence..
What would You do if Eternity were before You?..
You would Dream..
Welcome to Your Dream...
Truth cannot be defined, although it can certainly be experienced.
But experience is not a definition.
A definition is made by the mind, experience comes through participating.
If somebody asks, "What is a dance?"
how can you define it?
But you can dance and you can know the inner feel of it.
God is the ultimate dance...
"The discriminating mind is only a mind
for the discrimination of imagined differences
that greed and other moods relating to the self
The discriminating mind is
subject to causes and conditions,
it is empty of any self-substance,
and it is constantly changing.
But, since people believe that this mind
is their real mind,
the delusion enters into the causes and conditions
that produce suffering."
THE TEACHING OF BUDDHA
"Men do not know themselves, and therefore they do not understand the things of their inner world.
Each man has the essence of God, and all the wisdom and power of the world (germinally) in himself;
he possesses one kind of knowledge as much as another,
and he who does not find that which is in him cannot truly say that he does not possess it,
but only that he was not capable of successfully seeking for it."
in Whitall N. Perry
_A Treasury of Traditional Wisdom_
Varanasi: Indica, 1998, (1971), p. 867
Don’t let the world become familiar
don’t forget the sheer strangeness of being alive.
Don’t forget the sheer strangeness of being here
on the surface of this spinning globe
standing in its soft dark soil
immersed in atmospheric gases, breathing in
to nourish our blood with oxygen
the blue-tinted sky above, full of foaming crystal masses
that fades into black and opens up
to the vast empty fullness of the universe
then turns to face a burning golden ball again
that caresses us with heat and light.
Don’t forget the sheer strangeness of being this body
that breathes and blinks and heals and grows
a miracle of precision and complexity
a city of ceaseless traffic and industry
where a million microscopic processes intertwine
and millions of tiny organisms labour
for the greater good of you
just to keep you conscious and alive.
Don’t forget the strangeness of seeming to be a ghostly self
that lives inside your body, has attached itself to your form
and seems to stare out from your eyes
that can spin webs of logic, create alternate abstract worlds
and turn into itself and open up
into endless spacious consciousness
that seems to stretch beyond any boundary.
Don’t forget the strangeness of this world of form
the pulsing heart of matter, shimmering waves of light
endless expressions from the same rich source
endless variations of an elemental theme
different frequencies of the same essential sound
this roaring teeming swell of life
the brightness and shining nakedness of now
and awe-inspiring is-ness of the nameless real.
A strangeness even stranger
because it’s not hostile or indifferent
but right and reassuring, even warm and welcoming
like a chaos that was always planned
a riddle that makes perfect sense
a cacophony of meaning, full of hidden harmony
glorious harmonious strangeness.