We Share One Life, We Are One Life
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*Heaing Touch of Beauty, Gail K Piland, Flickr
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The amazing truth of selflessness
is not transcending selfishness but
realizing the absence of self
so, no self to transcend
"I am," and there is no need for me to strive in order to find this "I am." I am not an "I" searching for itself…. [And] all that a man has to do is simply to allow himself to be grasped by this light which springs up from within, but itself cannot be grasped.
*Abhishiktananda. Saccidananda.
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Possibly, talking about meditation is generally as misleading as helpful. Meditation only means what it means from the consciousness of the one perceiving the idea of meditation. Like the word "God," it can mean so much, and so much contradictory, that one could wonder of its continued value socially.
I have an unease when speaking to others of meditation and do not have the ardent desire to teach it as I once did. And, partly, for I am not interested essentially in meditation as a psychological or religious act. Both have a place, but neither fulfills our longing for Home. I am more interested in being quiet as a practical way to integrate the intimacy of Silence into the fabric of incarnated being and, finally, by coming fully into being, knowing that I have no being that can be called my own. Yet, in talking of this, I cannot but be contradictory. So, the wisdom of being silent.
This integration, like bringing formlessness into form, or timelessness into time, takes time and discipline. But to get fascinated with ritual, yoga, meditation, or any other way among the varied of practices is not, finally, the answer. You are getting what I am saying when you start realizing, intuitively we could say, that Silence when the sense of you as an absolute, personal reality is no more and, yet, nothing is lost, for all things remain, even you. You are neither absolute nor relative. Yet, all is seen as like a ghost, a real ghost but, nevertheless, a ghost. In some sense you see that you are the spectator of what you have called your life, for you no longer have a life. You move from seeing you need to give up your life to that you never had a life to give up, only a personalized claim to a personal existence sharing space with others in their personal existence. We are life. Life is life. And, ironically, in this loss is a profound gain, if you want to call it that - you are more alive, not less alive, you sense a deeper, more graceful oneness with others. In this sense of absence of a personal self, you are more present. Is this not Love?
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We are each a lovely, pure Rose, in the Garden of Grace.
The Sacred in Me bows to the Sacred in You
BRIAN .
