Words arise from mystery.
To regard logical thinking as reality
is to reverberate forever within a framed illusion.
You may think you think thoughts.
Quite the reverse. Thoughts think you.
Thoughts that bubble up out of mystery.
The mystery you are that no matter
how fast you spin you will never see.
Feelings, whoa, whoa, whoa, Feelings!
are not the mystery either.
Feelings and thoughts co-arise,
one big cogno-emoto-bubble.
Bah-lurrp!
And off we go
chasing that soap-bubble pipe dream.
Spending our lives whipping that frothing horse
into ever more lathery fury -- that horse named Phantom.
What's to do but to laugh?
To become calm and still
as the wellspring
out of which we are thunk
while riding the hell
out of the horse we spawn.
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There is the art of settling into Being to be sure and also the art of riding the horse. Yeehaaaaa! ~Stan
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ReplyDeleteGeorge, Stan and Cathy -- I enjoy reading what all three of you write in George's blogs. Thanks for shining your lights on such intimiate areas of this process we are going through together. You all speak to me in ways I appreciate deeply.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to share something with you.
I had a beautiful moment of "knowing" during meditation last night. Through the stillness, I was surprised to hear a soul crying out in misery. As I listened to the suffering, my listening became experiencing, and then I became the soul crying out for mercy. It was immensely painful, but as I cried out, I became the cry itself, and then I became the one listening to that cry but hearing it as a prayer. Realizing I was the praying soul, the prayer, and the receiver of the prayer all at the same time, the prayer was instantaneously granted.
Being the Wellspring while riding the horse is something that has eluded me for a long time. It is a balance of elegance and fury that spins my head until I could fall from my own dizziness. But I caught a glimpse last night of how the seeming duality is actually one, and that gave me a remarkable sense of peace.
As I have said many times before in this space, I again find that I am beginning.
Thank you, my friends.