Monica Dayakar - "The Enlightened One"

 

 "The Enlightened One"...

The number of times that I've been told... So if you've understood this...( whaaaaaaaat ) 😜... 

oh wait... even  funnier... if you're so realised... 

then all the more reason you should or shouldn't be such and such... or so and so like...
Heart-breaking... really...
Tears...
It would be funny really... if it weren't so sad...
It makes me weep...
When the applecart upturns... and the world begins to spin out of control... and the threat looms large of no grip on the handlebars...
The fear of losing it all can really feel like being self threatening...
Like your life depends on it...
That's cause it does...
That fear of free falling...
Their palpable fear of an out of control world... 

felt so acutely here as well... and its accompanying pain...
Knowing fully well that there's nothing I can do...
Hugging them tight with my arms around them...
Even if its in my heart...
Loving them...
'Cause most times they physically put up invisible iron barriers tha shut them in...
In an attempt to keep themselves safe...
They shut all love and light out...
So nothing goes out and nothing comes in...
Even as I watch all their attempts to numb the pain...
And yet I sing... sing... sing...
And songs flow through me...
Constantly...
Of this love divine...
And everyone's stories become your story... un-owned...
Its more like the last hope fading...
Most confuse saintly behaviour and are confounded 

with what they deem to be appropriate behaviour 

of who they look upon as a "supposed sage"...
The "sage-y" ness... itself a mentally fabricated myth...
When there's not even nothing there...
Yes I see a lot posting on fb that if all your "karma" acts weren't cleared up and the soul ( 😜 ) purified... ( whatever the heck that means...😂 ) and if the s*** didn't smell of lavender 

( sorry but there's no polite way of putting this 😜 ) ... you get the drift!!
All escape routes of being human... shut...
And endless efforts to transcend the dream...
Scratching at imaginary walls...
Till your nails bleed...
Ideas of enlightenment...
Forget enlightenment...
Ideas of how life should be...
More ideas of perfection...
No pain... no suffering... no sickness... no death...
Even when we see it staring us in the face...
Blissed out... 24×7...
Happy... happy... happy...
Chasing your own tail...
Endlessly...
Tears...
"It's all prison kid...."~~MM
Some behavioural patterns drop away of their own accord 

as beliefs crash and fall and are seen through...
And yet we remain...
Yes... the self remains...
Tears...
Oh how I tried to get rid of the mirage...
The mirage once seen as a mirage... needn't go away...
Such a misperception...
There was nothing there in the first place...
And here we are...
It took years to get used to...
A couple of decades... really... as the fullness seeped in...
At its own sweet pace... lol...
It's simply a conceptual idea people have in their heads....

that there's a "you"... or a "them"... that is this or that or the other...
Some even start to get angry about it...
As they can't understand it...
And can't stand that feeling...
And there is fear...
That accompanies the slipping handholds...
When the mind finds itself unable to grasp what is seen as its life line...
And the mind can't grasp this emptiness...
Or wrap its clinging tentacles around this no-thingness...
It is the grasping...
And without it...
It is not...
And fears its own demise...
And yet I feel their pain...
And hear the call for love...
In the unsaid words... of... 
If you were such and such...
Or not so and so...
Then I'd not feel what I feel...
And be other than who I'm being...
Tears...
And love simply flows...
Even as I know...
That there's nothing anyone can do to manipulate or improve the dream...
There's simply nothing and no one there to defend...
And cannot be grasped with the mind...
No person gets realised...
It truly is an empty bauble...
Under the mental fabrication there's not even nothing there...
And yet this is the only place a you or me exist...
And live and love and dance and sing...
And yes that is the realization...
Yes... we've heard it always said... "the enlightened one"...
Whether in reference to the Buddha... Krishna... or the Christ...
All the references made by those who believe themselves to be a person... 

and hence the other as well...
I did too at first... when I sat at the feet of the guru...
When the solidity of this falls through... the belief in a person... 

here or there falls away too...
There was simply no one there... or here...
And yet the self continues...
Looking back... I wouldn't have changed a thing...
Not that I could have... lol...
The beauty of even the quest... like a rose bud unfolding...
Simply...
This...
This...
This...
Tears...

~~Monica Dayakar
~~13/03/2017

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Jean Klein - What is this self Who am I?

 

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐦 𝐈?

Your real nature is stillness, light, expansion without center or periphery. It is unconditioned being, love. But you do not see it for you are a prisoner of your imagination and of second-hand information. You have enclosed yourself in a universe of concepts and beliefs. The ego is only a function, and to identify with it is a lack of true vision. Thoughts, feelings and actions appear in succession before the witness, leaving their imprint in your brain. Recalling them makes you believe in a continuity which is actually non-existent. But memory is a present thought, thoughts of the past occur in the present. In reality there is only presence, non-dual consciousness. We mistakenly take ourselves to be this or that, but there is only the true "I am" beyond time and space.

What is the real nature of the mistake I have made?

Desiring something which is nothing but an illusion, which has no foundation whatsoever; being afraid of truth, which is pure awareness free of thought.

Why would I be afraid of truth?

Because truth is life and you are afraid of living. You take yourself for an object which is born and dies, and you fear dying because you do not know life. It is only an object which is afraid and this object tries by all means to free itself. See that the effort to become free belongs to the belief in an object. The moment you see it turn your head and look behind.

RUMI - Moses And The Shepherd

 

A tribute to Coleman Barks

April 23, 1937 – February 23, 2026

Moses heard a shepherd on the road praying, God,

Where are You? I want to help You, to fix Your shoes

and comb Your hair. I want to wash Your clothes

and pick the lice off. I want to bring You milk,

to kiss Your little hands and feet when it’s time

for You to go to bed. I want to sweep Your room

and keep it neat. God, my sheep and goats

are Yours. All I can say, remembering You,

is ayyyy and ahhhhhhhhh.

Moses could stand it no longer.

Who are you talking to?

The One who made us,

and made the earth and made the sky.

Don’t talk about shoes

and socks with God! And what’s this with Your little hands

and feet? Such blasphemous familiarity sounds like

you’re chatting with your uncles.

Only something that grows

needs milk. Only someone with feet needs shoes. Not God!

Even if you meant God’s human representatives

as when God said, I was sick, and you did not visit me,

even then this tone would be foolish and irreverent.

Use appropriate terms. Fatima is a fine name

for a woman, but if you call a man Fatima,

it’s an insult. Body-and-birth language

are right for us on this side of the river,

but not for addressing the Origin,

not for Allah.

The shepherd repented and tore his clothes and sighed

and wandered out into the desert.

A sudden revelation

came then to Moses. God’s voice:

You have separated Me

from one of my own. Did you come as a Prophet to unite,

or to sever?

I have given each being a separate and unique way

of seeing and knowing and saying that knowledge.

What seems wrong to you is right for him.

What is poison to one is honey to someone else.

Purity and impurity, sloth and diligence in worship,

these mean nothing to Me.

I am apart from all that.

Ways of worshiping are not to be ranked as better

or worse than one another.

It’s all praise, and it’s all

right.

It’s not Me that’s glorified in acts of worship.

It’s the worshipers! I don’t hear the words

they say. I look at the humility.

That broken-open lowliness is the Reality,

not the language! Forget phraseology.

I want burning,

burning.

Be friends

with your burning. Burn up your thinking

and your forms of expression!

Moses,

those who pay attention to ways of behaving

and speaking are one sort.

Lovers who burn

are another.

Don’t impose a property tax

on a burned out village. Don’t scold the Lover.

The wrong way he talks is better than a hundred

right ways of others.

Inside the Kaaba

it doesn’t matter which direction you point

your prayer rug!

The ocean diver doesn’t need snowshoes!

The Love-Religion has no code or doctrine.

Only God.

So the ruby has nothing engraved on it!

It doesn’t need markings.

God began speaking deeper mysteries to Moses. Vision and words,

which cannot be recorded here, poured into

and through him. He left himself and came back.

He went to Eternity and came back here.

Many times this happened.

It’s foolish of me

to try and say this. If I did say it,

it would uproot our human intelligences.

It would shatter all writing pens.

Moses ran after the shepherd.

He followed the bewildered footprints,

in one place moving straight like a castle

across a chessboard. In another, sideways,

like a bishop.

Now surging like a wave cresting,

now sliding down like a fish,

with always his feet

making geomancy symbols in the sand,

recording

his wandering state.

Moses finally caught up

with him.

I was wrong. God has revealed to me

that there are no rules for worship.

Say whatever

and however your loving tells you to. Your sweet blasphemy

is the truest devotion. Through you a whole world

is freed.

Loosen your tongue and don’t worry what comes out.

It all the Light of the Spirit.

The shepherd replied,

Moses, Moses,

I’ve gone beyond even that.

You applied the whip and my horse shied and jumped

out of itself. The Divine Nature and my human nature

came together.

Bless your scolding hand and your arm.

I can’t say what has happened.

What I’m saying now

is not my real condition. It can’t be said.

The shepherd grew quiet.

When you look in a mirror,

you see yourself, not the state of the mirror.

The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute,

and who makes the music? Not the flute.

The Fluteplayer!

Whenever you speak praise

or thanksgiving to God, it’s always like this

dear shepherd’s simplicity.

When you eventually see

through the veils of how things really are,

you will keep saying again

and again,

This is certainly not like we thought it was!

Mathnawi II 1720-96, from This Longing: Poetry, Teaching Stories, and Selected Letters, translated by Coleman Barks and John Moyne (Putney, Vt.: Threshold Books, 1988), pp. 19-22

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Aram Shaly - God exists, God does not exist

 

The ignorant one says:

“God is over there.”

And places the sacred at a distance.

The half-awake one says:

“I am God.”

And senses that nothing is truly separate.

The awakened one says nothing.

Not because words are lacking,

but because they are no longer needed.

Who would speak,

and to whom?

The last one neither knows nor does not know.

Not from ignorance,

but because knowing has fallen silent.

He holds no belief.

He holds no doubt.

He seeks no answers.

He is not someone

who has arrived.

He is simply here.

Like breath happening by itself.

Like the stillness between two thoughts.

There, both God and human

cease to be two.

And what remains

needs no name.

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Janak asks Ashtavakra: Is the search for truth the subtlest form of Maya?

 

Jiddu Krishnamurti - Truly free

 

Freedom does not come by improving the self, 

but by understanding the illusion of the self.

“The self is a bundle of memories, experiences, 

words, ideas, images about itself. 

This ‘me’ is always seeking — seeking security, 

recognition, continuity, pleasure, permanence. 

And in that very seeking is conflict. 

The self separates, compares, judges, fears, and clings. 

Freedom does not come by improving the self, 

but by understanding the illusion of the self. 

When the ‘me’ is not — when it is seen completely without argument 

— then there is relationship without division, action without conflict, 

and a mind that is truly free.”

Talks in shri lanka

FROM

J.Krishnamurti Study Centre

Al-Niffari - Do not seek of Me

 

If thou dost not prefer Me above every known and unknown thing, 

how canst thou relate thyself to my servanthood?

How canst thou say, “God is enough for me,” when thou restest not in the ignorance of the unknown, 

even as thou restest in the knowledge of the known? 

Thy seeking of Me, that I should teach thee what thou knowest not, 

is like thy seeking that I should make thee ignorant of what thou knowest: 

wherefore, do not seek of Me, and I shall assuredly satisfy thee.

Muhammad Ibn’Abdi’l-Jabbar Al-Niffari

Rumi - Silence

 

"The story admits of being told up to this point,
But what follows is hidden, and inexpressible in words.
If you should speak and try a hundred ways to express it,
'Tis useless; the mystery becomes no clearer,
You can ride on saddle and horse to the sea-coast,
But then you must use a horse of wood (i.e. a boat).
A horse of wood is useless on dry land,
It is the special vehicle of voyagers by sea.
Silence is this horse of wood,
Silence is the guide and support of men at sea."

{The Masnavi of Jalaluddin Rumi. Abridged translation by
E. H. Whinfield,