When we share, when we let our love light shine, existence melts into us. Our original nature is light. To the extent we remove the impediments to this light, it passes freely between us. While we are individuals, individual waves, individual leaves, fundamentally we are not separate. We are a totality. Not separate waves, rather we are oceanic. We are under an illusion that we are separate leaves, thousands, millions, totally separate. But the actuality is those leaves are attached to branches, branches of one tree. Look beyond the leaves and branches and see the wholeness, the unity of the one. This totality is the clear light of consciousness. Realizing this, is realizing the source of light itself. When we realize this source within, and come from this space, this one light resonates in the other. Through the feeling of separateness we register this vibration. When we are aware of our non-separateness, all activity is God activity. We are sharing the warmth of God with God. Even the notion of God disappears in this celebration. It is unnecessary. There is self existing love light present, within and without. When empty being meets itself in the other, a dance and song emerges, a celebration of blissfulness.
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What an absolutely perfect way to explain our beginning and our end. I love it! This is the first time i've checked you out and i'll definetly be back for more wisdom!
"When we are aware of our non-separateness, all activity is God activity. We are sharing the warmth of God with God. Even the notion of God disappears in this celebration. It is unnecessary. There is self existing love light present, within and without. When empty being meets itself in the other, a dance and song emerges, a celebration of blissfulness."
Thank you, Akilesh. Truer words never spoken. I've touched or glimpsed this to some degree a few times. One thing I notice is that it's quite true that "the notion of God disappears." I told my teacher that I feel like an atheist who's madly in love with God. It's a strange feeling, wonderful, yet kind of unsettling to someone quite steeped in that "notion of God."
It's like "Where did God go?" Ah, THAT never comes, never goes, always is.
On a different note, I wonder if you could tell us more about yourself, perhaps make your Blogger profile public?
Again,
Thank you.
Jon,
We could get to know one another, the history, the details of our sweet/sad enterprise through time and space. The joys and the heartbreak...
On the other hand, there is a larger risk available. Although I do not know you at all, there is an unspeakable intimacy we already share, a divine space weaving us together in a miraculous way. Poets reach for that space, that love light, and fail like we all do. The chasm is too great, the gulf too wide, yet we leap anyway. And in the basic trust of this sacred act, the chasm is crossed, the gulf evaporates and we are pulled through the gate, as John Tarrant says, without the use of our own hands. Existence, graceful presence, does it for us. What is impossible to the mind, may happen through an open, trusting heart. It is a wonderful mystery, like you are my friend. Even if we "got to know one another," what would we really come to know? What do we know of our loved ones, family and friends? Do we really know them? We may think we know who someone is, but that knowing is very limited. Even someone we have lived with for years, do we really know them? Do we know our husbands and wives, mothers and fathers, best friends? How could you know another? They are a fathomless mystery. How can we know vastness, wholeness, being? Do we know who we are? Plumb your own depth within and you will find eternity, an infinite space that goes on and on. You are a vastness that can never be known. If I had your profile down to the minute details, I would not have scratched the surface of who/what you are. But I can look within and know your heart, because we share the same throbbing heart. And although I do not know you, I am in love with this vastness that both you and I share beyond our personalities.
I will never know my friend Meredith. She remains a beautiful mystery to me, so alive, so fresh. She is much more than her personality, psychology, accomplishments, relationships, and the things she owns, so much more than her ego identity. These are small things that we attach such significance to. In a few short days all these things we cling to so desperately will be gone. Everything will be taken from us, our body, thoughts, emotions, our relationships with family and friends, our home and possessions, even the sun and moon and stars - all gone. They are temporary and provisional, impermanent. Even now they slip from our grasp.
The mind wants to figure out, understand and know. Wholeness is bigger than that. It will not be confined to the knowable. The mind divides, knowing divides. The whole can not be divided. It is whole, containing both the knowable and unknowable. And the knowable is so small, the unknowable is vast, endless.
Being is a vast mystery. It takes a leap, from the margin of knowing into the unknowable abyss.
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