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[michael]

What foolishness: the thought that "I do not know what he knows".

Greater still: the thought that "I know 'this', that he knows not".

How foolish to think that anyone is fooled by these foolish thoughts.

And yet again: the thought that anyone is thereby fooled... is just a foolish thought.

Enough of foolishness!

All that can ever be known is known.

That which knows from this perspective knows from all perspectives.

Love
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[toombaru]

[michael]

Can you find your mind?

It is not real

Consciousness alone experiences the 'finger trick' - the same that seems to post as toombaru and the same that experiences life from the perspective of 'michael'... the same from all perspectives.

Love
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[cimages]

[michael]

Foolishly I say: 'thought' or 'no thought'... it is all the same here

Love
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[toombaru]

[cimages]

[michael]

Ah yes, the idea of 'here' and 'there', is indeed an idea.

The idea that 'here' and 'there' are other than ideas is a confusing idea: it confuses ‘reality’ (that which perceives) with ‘appearance’ (that which is ‘perceived’)… though no one is confounded by knowing this!

Confused?

… not really

In knowing the meaning of words, all that is known is 'meaning'.

All the while that which knows the meaning remains as it is... neither confused nor not confused - simply knowing.

In 'not knowing', everything is known.

Love
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[sealight]

[fox]

[realeyes]

It is interesting how we all know by now that that which we seek cannot be found and words are just pointers and we will die from thirst if we think there is any meaning to be found in them. But writing and words still happen as does the rain on my roof and the candle that is flickering yet still on my altar.

There is always the quiet, stillness on which all seems to be overlayed, the words, the dance of thought, the images, the feelings, smells, the crows making their mysterious sounds, and then memory arises with the sound of a hawk soaring, with its searing mating call.....

And we also know there is no enlightenment possible, and no one ever has been enlightened. No one needs to be or can be. But words still flow sometimes don't they. Tears come, joy, fantasies, snow, rain, the sun appears to rise and the waves ebb and flow. Sometimes we walk hand in hand on the beach and sometimes alone. Yearning, receiving, satiated at times, then hungry for intensity. I like strawberries, you like peaches.

There is only totality and there is nothing we can do or think or feel that is not the beloved and yet we will never know this, for we see the limits of knowledge. In the end the mind will always be dissatisfied and frustrated. And that is the beauty of it all. The nature of the mind and thought is complication and ultimate reality is simple and childlike. How do I know this? I do not. Nor do you or will you. In seeing nothing changes. How can it?

[sara]

realeyes.....

breathtakingly beautiful

love,
sara
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[heron]

"There is only totality and there is nothing we can do or think or feel that is not the beloved and yet we will never know this"

.........including, in the totality, the act of not knowing it ?

If there is only the beloved........the totality.......here is no 'separate we'.

Not knowing it is the beloved not knowing that it is itself.

If the appearance of division is only within the dream, then awakening, liberation, or enlightenment from division, also appear to occur only within the dream. It has nothing to do with the beloved being and doing all to itself.............nothing needs to change.

In the act of not knowing it, 'you' are as totally the beloved as when knowing it.

[realeyes]

There is no awakening. No one ever has or will. But it is fun to write about, talk about.....be amazed about or frustrated about.

But IT is much simpler than words. Words may be like a wood carver whittling a stick....slowly it gets smaller and smaller.....but he loves the process of whittling. He thinks he is creating something or transforming the wood into a work of art. More and more he works at creating this object he has in his mind. He has a vision of what it will be like when he is finished. Then one day he realizes there is nothing left to whittle. And there is great sadness, then laughter. And it is seen that there in fact was never even a wood carver. Nothing remains and out of nothing everything arises.

[heron]