Having no destination, I am never lost.
Ikkyu 1394 – 1481
I came across this pearl of wisdom from Osho and thought I would share it with you. If you are not familiar with Osho, he is often referred to as a, “brilliant but flawed guru”. He was certainly unorthodox as far as gurus go, so I think we all have to come to our own conclusion. From a personal perspective, I have found certain areas of his teachings incredibly profound and quite beautiful, and they have helped me to gain a better understanding of who I am. The following snippet is from the book, “The Empty Boat – encounters with nothingness”, and I think it is a very apt way to explain a very simple, but difficult to accept, truth. Hope you like it.
Nobody else can destroy you except you; nobody else can save you except you. You are the Judas and you are the Jesus.
This is the third and final piece that I thought would get your brain cells going..
To be free of the false self, we must let go of our attachments to all spiritual teachers and concepts. The concepts and beliefs we have of God, Buddha, Jesus, Mohammad, Rama, Krishna, Sai Baba and others are only mirrors of our false selves that, if we become attached to them, prevent realising Love. We need to release all such concepts and beliefs because holding on to them separates us from the One that is beyond all conception.
Dr John Goldthwait
Here is the second of the pieces I thought you would enjoy..
The false self does not exists in the space between thoughts because the false self has no reality beyond what our thoughts give it. It is just a thought, a concept that has no reality except in the dualistic world of illusion. We will not believe the false self is mind-created illusion, however, until we actually experience the truth of its non-existence.
Dr John Goldthwait
I have quite a busy few days before my working week kicks in again. As a result of that I won’t have the opportunity to write an original post this weekend. But I came across some fantastic pieces of writing and thought I’d share them with you, spread over three posts. Hopefully, you will enjoy these pieces as much as I did. First, a delightful poem from Kabir.
The wine of the Lord’s love
Becomes more delicious
The more you drink it;
But it is hard to obtain,
For the wine merchant, O Kabir
Demands your head in exchange
In other words, when the ego (head) has been obliterated, only the Heart remains.
There can’t be anyone, anywhere, who, having come across the writings of Rumi for the first time, does not immediately fall in love with the sheer beauty of it. Whether you refer to his works as poetry, philosophy, or simply a soul expressing itself from the depths of its being, his writing is truly incredible.
A colleague of mine told me about the piece below a couple of years back. I originally thought that it contained only the first verse. It is apparently, a much longer piece, however, when I found this two-verse version recently I felt quite pleased with myself for finding an extra verse. I haven’t seen the complete version yet; that will be something for me to look up on the good old internet in the near future. But I was really struck by these two verses together and it inspired me to reach within my own soul and retrieve this interpretation. I hope it does the great man justice!
Out beyond ideas of wrong doing
and right doing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.
Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing (beyond relativity and human logic) There is a field (the inner wilderness of bliss, or Consciousness) I’ll meet you there (in Consciousness there is no duality; there are no others, we will be as the One and only)
When the soul lies down in that grass (when we finally realise that all there is, is realisation) The world is too full to talk about (in the All That Is, we will abide in the Silence; the eternal language of the soul)
A concise but brilliant description of how the individual soul is formed from Paramahansa Yogananda:
Spirit projects the desire to create an individualised expression of itself. The soul becomes manifest and projects the idea of the body in causal form. The idea becomes energy; or the lifetronic astral body. The astral body becomes condensed in the physical body. Through the integrated spinal passageway of these three instrumental media, the soul descends into identification with the material body and gross matter.
Language is only a medium for communicating one’s thoughts to another. It is called in only after thoughts arise. Other thoughts arise after the “I”-thought arises and so the “I”-thought is the root of all conversation. When one remains without thinking one understands another by means of the universal language of silence.
Silence is ever speaking. It is a perennial flow of language which is interrupted by speaking. These words I am speaking obstruct that mute language. For example, there is electricity flowing in a wire. With resistance to its passage it glows as a lamp or revolves as a fan. In the wire it remains as electric energy. Similarly also, silence is the eternal flow of language, obstructed by words.
What one fails to know by conversation extending to several years can be known instantly in silence.
Like two golden birds perched on a tree.
United companions are the ego and the Self.
One eats the sweet and sour fruits of the tree
While the other looks on without eating.
Thinking we are the ego,
We feel attached and fall into sorrow.
But realize that you are the Self,
and you will be freed from sorrow.
When you realize that you are the Self,
Supreme source of light and love,
You transcend good and evil
And move into a state of union.
From the Bhagavad Gita
Here is another beautiful extract from the wonderful piece, Gitanjali, from the equally wonderful Rabindranath Tagore. Hope you enjoy it!
I was not aware of the moment when I first crossed the threshold of this life. What was the power that made me open out into this vast mystery like a bud in the forest at midnight? When in the morning I looked upon the light I felt in a moment that I was no stranger in this world, that the inscrutable without name and form had taken me in its arms in the form of my own mother. Even so, in death the same unknown will appear as ever known to me, and because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well – Rabindranath Tagore