The Quest

For some of us, our desire for continued existence, or finding answers to questions relating to our origins, our past, our future, our present state of being, the vagaries of life and the very purpose of our existence, and our desire to end suffering, some or all, make compelling reason to embark on a search for the meaning of life. We look to a creator, or a religion, and yet unsatisfied look for some key to unlock the mystery of life, perhaps a hidden scroll that gives away a lost secret, or a secret mantra, or a tantra, or a philosophy, and in frustration we may dwell in to that what is mysticism. Then, eventually, some of us may find that what we sought after was always within us, hidden from us, in clever disguise, hiding in plain sight; as a victim of our own ego – just pure consciousness, luminous emptiness and awareness. And then, the real battle begins....against mara, or ego, or "i", or satan, to rid it of its possession that it has, so completely in its grasp, of this luminosity. - Alexander Jay, March 2012
In time, with much study and practice dawns many realizations, and only then does one begin to find the way through the teachings of the great master, the Buddha, at first one, then two and then several ways that could lead to liberation, and that is when consciousness reveals and lays bare the grand matrix of its nature, just simply as emptiness and awareness, and yet, as the one great source of energy at the heart of all things. - Alexander Jay, April 2013.

Friday, January 27, 2012

"Stillness"

A short poem that captures the travails of the ordinary mind in the throes of meditation, on effort, concentration, sensory distraction and stillness.

"Stillness"

i
wish
 i were
a drop, drip, drip, drip drip
consistent.
i wish i were 
that tree stuck firmly
to the ground.
i wish i were
that door post
see nothing
hear nothing
smell nothing
taste nothing feel nothing,
know nothing 
i wish i stood still
did not get dragged away,
by my eye,
by my ear,
by my nose,
by my tongue,
by my feet,
by my dream,
by the scruff of my neck
by my i, by what is me, by what is mine,
i wish i just stood still.
wish i just stood still.
i just stood still.
just stood still.
stood still.
still.
till.
ill.
ll.
l.
.

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