You find yourself drawn to their words, over and over again, binge-watching their videos like other people watch the latest Netflix hit. Is it something they know, or perhaps something they no longer know? Something they have lost, an illusion dispelled? And yet the dream remains.
It seems there is someone pointing to the nature of the shared dream of life, even as they point to the illusion of there being any other or any separate self to experience the dream. You read book after book, but language turns the endless blanket of stars that is the night sky into a few words on a white page.
And so often, teachers see how the words they use fall like rain before they reach the ears of the seeker, let alone their hearts and minds. So sometimes they try to sound like they have a path, a technique, a method. Yet it seems most know this is not possible, for if it is a gate-less gate, how can there ever be a key?
Sometimes teachers seem to simply offer hope and a moment of connection and comfort when they realize the futility of truly communicating this message; you see it on their faces, eyes filled with tears for a love they know can never be shared, as they gaze at the earnest flock of seekers staring at them in impossible expectation.
Other times the teacher may fall prey to their own stories and the stories others tell about them being a great awakened master, but even that is simply a dream character written by life playing the only part it can.
Enlightenment is not to be found in words or teachings, and yet, sometimes, on a path with no steps, there appears a figure who trips you, and you fall, free falling endlessly, into the inexpressible, ineffable wonder of This as the thought of "you" is replaced by an indefinable, limitless, love.
Then as you go to thank them, the teacher you believe somehow showed you what you never imagined was even there to see, or at least seemed to point you in a direction not found on any map or compass, you watch them fade into the darkness until even their enigmatic smile disappears like the Cheshire Cat, for neither you, nor anyone else, was ever there at all. 💓
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