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|Monday, March 17th, 2008|
|The person behind the words...
People often feel as though others are projecting or "displaying" personality or ego in their writing.
Often folks will talk about the person they see "behind the words".
Little does anyone realize who is actually sitting physically behind the words
as they are being read ;-). That is the nature of the subject-object mistake, though. "Other" is always and only The Self.
Why not get to know that One better who's sitting behind the words (and the computer screen) - they're pretty interesting, dontcha think? :-)
|Friday, March 7th, 2008|
|I really respect 'egoic people' ;-)...
I really love to see "egoism" in people, by which I mean people who can just say what's on their mind. It used to bug me, but now I'm like "that person is just confident".
From here, the real definition of egoism is "I have to bring that person down, because they are too confident and making me feel inadequate and insecure".
If we ever chat, please feel free to boast, brag, be whatever and whomever you like. Please *be who you are*, not who you imagine I want you to be. I love it when people say exactly what they think/feel - such folks have my deep respect.
|Tuesday, February 19th, 2008|
|The View from Here...
It is nearly 7:00 AM here.
Looking out the back porch, it is about thirty degrees outside.
A beautiful layer of frost is covering everything. It is really lovely.
The sky is heavily over-cast, dark with impending moisture. It is
Only the smell of the air isn't so beautiful - it smells of automotive
Really, it isn't a bad smell - it's OK. Only it smells like seeking.
The smell is as if seekership rules the world, like people cannot do
anything but chase, seek, run after their own tails.
That is the case. Still, it is all beautiful and full of promise.
|Saturday, February 16th, 2008|
My life is forever a lazy, rainy Sunday afternoon. Self-Realization means the end of the chase, end of the whole game.
You can relax at last - you will be able to relax and enjoy. As a child, young child you did - the thunderclouds, dark clouds came on a Sunday morning, Sunday afternoon.
You looked forward to those dark clouds, to that rain - you didn't have to go to school, chase. You could relax, play with blocks - listen to your parents talking, play comfortably. You knew everything was OK, always it was OK. Soon it will be nap time, a delicious feeling to sleep - then dinner, maybe the warm glow of the TV set, maybe family talking.
Maybe you went for a drive in the car, mid-afternoon drive on that day. The rain pattering against the windshield, the rhythmic beat of the wipers, the warmth from the heater soaking through you, drying your clothes, your coat - the smell of the moisture. A voice on the car radio, maybe a song. You were a little drowsy, contented, at peace - happy.
The snow came - during the week, it snowed. You could skip school - how you looked forward to that, delighted in it! No chasing today, you could play in the snow. Build a snowman, throw balls made of snow, examine snow flakes.
It was so beautiful outside - perfect white sky against a perfect white ground. Even the cold didn't bother you - it was a delight, pure joy. The smell of your gloves, the feel of the snow squeaking against your hands as you packed a snowball.
Then the summers - newly mown grass, fresh scent. The first day it hit seventy degrees - a warm wind through your hair, against your skin, a breeze blowing. Just the freshness of the first mowing, a clean scent carried on a warm breeze. All is well with you - how could it possibly be otherwise?
That is Self-Realization in a nutshell. Everything is OK, everything will ALWAYS be OK. Nothing can ever go wrong again.
|Friday, February 15th, 2008|
|Am I "contained in" a body, which is "contained in" a world?
I have been heard tell: "We are contained inside a body, the body feels alive".
We aren't - aliveness is "felt here" as a presence. We do not feel a
body at all, we feel aliveness!
More or less: We are a Presence containing the body (and everything
else - the world, the universe). The body is contained in us!
Try this experiment: Touch somewhere on your skin, then close your eyes. Move your fingers
Do you feel a "body", or do you feel "a sensation here"?When you *think of fingers*
you will "feel a sensation in your fingers".When you *think of the body*
you will "feel a sensation in the body".Otherwise
, "there is a sensation here".
This body is contained in thought! There is no other existence to it.MIXUP
: I am contained inside a body, which is contained inside a world.TRUTH
: The body, mind and world are contained in I
If I am a Presence containing the body, mind and world
And YOU are a Presence containing the body, mind and world
And *everyone else* is a Presence containing the body, mind and world,WE ARE ALL HERE!
Happy valentine's day, humanity - I love you...
|My style (sincerity, directness)...
I may be coming across pretty strongly these days. Direct, to the point, sincere.
This is just where I am at - if you can deal with my style, I guess. The benefit may be that I just dive in, cut right to the chase. No beating around the bush, no nonsense, nothing - like an arrow straight at the target.
Not everyone will like this style, I am aware - it is just a style, honestly. I can be casual and light-hearted as well, it's just not the way I "teach" :-).
P.S. I've announced everywhere that I've taken the spiritual name Omkaradatta (no Maharaj, that stays in the Indian tradition). You can still call me 'Tim' if you like, but it seems most people who do that are interested in some sort of 'personal' issue rather than pondering this Advaita stuff, considering it together. It's really kind of handy to take a spiritual name, as it sorts these two things out into separate piles, if you will.
There's certainly nothing *wrong* with the personal, but in terms of teaching (and learning) Advaita it seems to me to be more of a distraction than anything else. Probably why my guru didn't keep the name Maruti, either - imagine him trying to show the way to Peace with people dancing around and singing "Maruti-tooty, monkey see, monkey do!" and such. It just doesn't "work" :-).
Now, off to make a cup of Bigelow "Perfect Peach" herb tea - very peachy stuff, one of my fave flavors. Can you believe it actually contains peaches? How the heck they would retain their flavor when dried, I have no clue...
|Thursday, February 14th, 2008|
|Sunday, June 29th, 2003|
Have seven months passed since my last entry?
According to the calendar, to the clock, it is so.
Yet, where is the sense of this time passing?
What is the sense of time?
Time is attention, is interest.
A watched pot never boils,
An ignored pot boils over.
What I have to say isn't important.
Pay attention to Confucious, where he says:
Man who stands on toilet, is high on pot!
|Friday, November 8th, 2002|
Do you think I can either permit or deny
The actions of a body-mind?
What am I? Nothing but the thought or the
sense of a center arising.
How can the sense of a center permit or
deny any action?
A body-mind acts as it will because it is
conditioned to do so -- or because the universe
is precisely as it is.
I cannot even know anything!
It is all surmisal, based on memories of past
actions. Where did these memories come from?
I don't know. I cannot even observe anything!
I am nothing but an arising thought, an idea of a fixed center.
I arise when "thou" or "it" arises.
I am thou!
When "thou" or "it" subsides, so do "I."
Where is responsibility
Is a tree responsible or irresponsible
when it falls on a house after a storm?
Where to place the blame? Should the tree be sued?
Or should it be praised?
There is only Peace. Who could understand it?
Nothing is out of place, there is nobody here
to bear a burden, or to drop one.
Who speaks now? No one.
|Wednesday, March 20th, 2002|
|Light and Shadow...
Zen master Joshu, when asked if a dog has Buddha-Nature,
Replied "Mu!" (no). What else could he have said?
Does a shadow 'have' light?
You think there are Jnanis (knowers)
and you go to them in search of Light...
But the body-mind (form) of the Jnani is a shadow
and so are you!
Can darkness lead darkness to the light?
A shadow both is and is not light.
A shadow is absence of light.
Yet without light, there could be no shadow.
A shadow is defined by light, but
Light is defined by nothing at all,
And knows no shadows.
You go to a Jnani in search of Light...
And the Jnani is already Light...
But so are you!
Can Light lead Light to the Light?
Light does not 'know' Light
It only *is*.
Can you seek to become what you are?
Does the source of Light know shadow?
What foolishness is this?
|Tuesday, March 12th, 2002|
what day is it?
is it a.m. or p.m.
these things don't matter much,
and it doesn't matter that nothing matters.
do you run in fear from the unreality
of your own existence? should i?
what time is it, baby?
once, i dreamed a dream called life
and wandered the world as form
when was it?
once, i churned like the sea
and the foam upon it bubbled
but now i am still.
existence is groundless, so
how can i be grounded?
there is only one, so
how can i have friends?
you say you want reality, but
the truth is, you don't --
reality wants you.
yes, the 'spiritual' identity, too.
|Sunday, January 20th, 2002|
A plant can grow even out of a stone,
Anywhere we are -- right here we are home.
We don't need soft soil to be, not at all.
"To be" is true-nature, even for a brick wall.
But the 'reality' that everywhere is asserting
Is groundless, only emptiness flirting
With Beingness, so trace it back
And find out what you never lack.
|Thursday, January 3rd, 2002|
|We are home already
The ordinary way of thinking is a continual movement away from the center.
The "enlightened" way of thinking is also a continual movement away from center -- with this difference only: the center is home.
The ordinary way of thinking is like standing at the periphery, gazing at the center and longing to be home. But in truth, we are already home, and dreaming of being at the periphery, wanting to go home.
Do you understand? We are home already. You are only homeless to the degree you imagine some better home, something to seek, something to become or to reach.
Simply ceasing to move away for awhile, it will become clear. There is nothing to seek -- if you seek, you move away. You are already that which you seek. You are home.
|Thursday, December 27th, 2001|
carrying that weight around?
Forgot it was there.
Barbell large in size;
back bent forty five degrees,
as yet unaware.
Weighty mass of dreams;
when it drops, the utter joy --
get it out of hair!
|Friday, July 6th, 2001|
|Harsh, but fair (?)
The nature of the "me"
"When the supremacy of the illusory entity 'me' is challenged, the reaction is invariably hostile. The 'me', fearing its own demise, is both unable and unwilling to trust anything or anybody. It is ceaselessly in rebellion; against 'itself', against 'others', against 'life' and against 'death'.
The nature of the 'me' is inherently 'anti-life' and 'anti-love'. It can do nothing but react to perceived threat. It is a pocket of unlife, a static, dead and nonexistent 'entity' bracketed by illusory ideas of past and future, consisting only of fear. Its only interest is to continue at all costs."
|Thursday, June 14th, 2001|
Fire without heat
Bubbling Burning Energy
Burn down Universe
Seeing too much smoke
Fire burns hot and smokeless
Seeing no more smoke
Fire dies to warm embers
Smoking in a corpse
Neither birth nor death
Unborn, not alive or dead
Deathless burning joy
Joy without the bills
No more energy crisis
Ended in this life
Self knows only Self
Bubbling volcanic joy
Self knows only Self
Others think me mad
Fire burned them all out, too
Everything has died
|Friday, June 8th, 2001|
All known is unknown
All unknown is unknown
Is all therefore unknown?
'In' this unknowing moment, everything moves.
'As' this unknowing moment, nothing moves.
Because nothing moves, everything moves.
Is all therefore unknown?
|Friday, May 18th, 2001|
|Footprints In The Sand...
A deserted stretch of beach;
A footprint in the sand;
The ocean reaches out her hand,
and snatches the footprint away.
Smooth sand remaining.
Everything is like that footprint;
Here for one instant only,
Washed away the next.
Therefore, do nothing;
Or do something.
Doing is dead already.
The wave takes it all.
The work of decades
disappears in seconds.
To destroy is to create,
To create is to destroy.
The waves of time
wash it all away.
Before it is done
it is already gone.
Here only for an instant;
Sparks in the vastness of Eternity.
All that we do has no meaning.
It all gets washed away.
Only in meaningless;
is meaning found.
In total emptiness;
is fullness discovered.
In perfect stillness;
The Perfection Is.
is found the Real.
It is inexpressible;
The Real is the wave.
The false is all we do.
None of it lasts
beyond the moment.
All human endeavor
So be the wave.
Do not endeavor
Something never happened.
Find it within yourself.
|Friday, May 4th, 2001|
Today I've done little but sit still in a kind of absolute absorption in awareness itself -- literally not moving out of this chair for 5 or 6 hours, *absorbed* utterly in/as awareness (however you want to put it). One wonders at the course of life that leads to having literally 24 hours/day free with nothing to do (and no desire to do it) at a physical age of only 36. It has all been quite spontaneous, that's clear -- life takes the course it does, and in this case there's been no "clinging to rocks" at all for the past 7 or 8 years. Call it destiny, call it luck, call it 'interest' or 'detachment' or 'passion-dispassion' -- call it what you will, but whatever it is, it has just been spontaneous... this lack of/loss of interest in most of the usual 'worldly stuff'. Are you curious what comes out of such a 'detachment'?
What 'happens' when awareness loses interest in "many scattered affairs" and becomes "one-pointed" -- fascinated only with itself?
The following poem arose today. Enjoy :-).
The Fire of Understanding has touched me
The universe is aflame, on fire like hot sands
Mad, intoxicated, raving and speaking nonsense,
And yet i am still.
Oh Holy Fire, Everlasting Burning Bliss-Love,
There is nothing else but This Understanding
The hot desert sands shimmer with Understanding
Raving with intoxicated Bliss, Madly I dance,
And yet i am still.
That has entered and i am Gone, Utterly Gone!
The Holy Fire, Swimming in an ocean of Bliss
It Burns and Burns, this Knowingness, this
Understanding beyond all possible Understanding
And yet i have not moved.
How can this be? There is nothing but This.
Only this Understanding, Universe Aflame,
No words could contain the Madness of This.
Understanding Shines alone, Burns Alone,
All is burned away in the Holy Fire of This
And yet i am calm.
No words could contain It, it burns even fire!
The madness of Understanding, Knowingness,
It cannot be expressed, it is Love Burning Sand
The forest of the world has burned down and
Only ashes remain. Ashes! Yet still the fire
Burns and there is nobody left, Nobody!
Understanding! The universe is a candle.
Pale reflection, shadow of This Fire,
And i am no more.
|Sunday, April 29th, 2001|
|Going somewhere, having never left...
a butterfly in the sky
and fluffy white clouds
blue sky and squirtguns
sandboxes and dinnertime
squealing with delight
running through sprinklers
snowcones and sodapops,
green, green grass
rolling down the hill
lawnmower tan so loud
smell of fresh mowing
looking in tidepools,
such colors, funny fish
and sea things, fresh air
limpets on rocks, mussels
waves overlapping, gently
wave crashes and tumbling,
rolling onto the shore,
sneezing out salty water
seashores and lakeshores
skies forever blue, clear
smell of good food cooking
marshmallow graham crackers
by the river, boiling water
in a rusty tin can clean
smoky campfire, green tents
warm sleeping bags, zipped
waking up so early, cold
breakfast by the fire eggs
wading through the river
slippery rocks, sliding
it wants to knock me down
deeper, shock of cold water
rises above my waist, eek
crossing into the woods
smell of green, moss,
pine trees, crooked trails
log with bugs inside it
big funny white mushrooms
needles crunching underfoot
laughter and good friends
holding a live frog, mushy
it wants to go! let it
looking up on the mountain
a dark night, so dark except
gorgeous white band of stars
milky and so clear, so many
so bright and the stars so
clear and seeing into forever
someone says that's a planet,
even brighter than a star
i see the big dipper i think
it can last forever it can