"He who is enlightened, however, sees not the diversity, but the one infinite consciousness." - Vasistha's Yoga
As I sit here I can tune out the body-mind dream channel and tune in to the Great Wide Open. In fact, were I not in need of a fresh dose of earnestness, this would be my constant "state," as it were. Meditation is no longer necessary for me to "access" something always already available, something as simple and effortless as raising my eyes to the sky, but this is an inner eye, the dynamic infinite void of pure consciousness free of duality wide open to All That Is eye. And the sky is no more than infinite, boundless void, yet it contains and is pervaded by all that is, including my boundless self. This is not whistling past the graveyard stuff; it's real.
"One roams this samsara with its birth and death only till one beholds the Supreme. Having seen it, he is immediately immersed in the Supreme. Who will again abandon that which frees him from all sorrow?" - VY
We are like humans who believe themselves robots, living limited, conditioned, robotic lives because of a basic misidentification. We are blind to our true nature, though the sadguru never sleeps and prods us constantly with restlessness and discontent. Deep down we are hardwired to our true nature and our robotic existence leaves us ever restless and discontented. And yet we choose to be robots, to live in the familiar rather than take the leap of faith. The robot's fear to be human, the human's fear to be enlightened--we must learn to stop impeding our own light.
As I sit here I can tune out the body-mind dream channel and tune in to the Great Wide Open. In fact, were I not in need of a fresh dose of earnestness, this would be my constant "state," as it were. Meditation is no longer necessary for me to "access" something always already available, something as simple and effortless as raising my eyes to the sky, but this is an inner eye, the dynamic infinite void of pure consciousness free of duality wide open to All That Is eye. And the sky is no more than infinite, boundless void, yet it contains and is pervaded by all that is, including my boundless self. This is not whistling past the graveyard stuff; it's real.
"One roams this samsara with its birth and death only till one beholds the Supreme. Having seen it, he is immediately immersed in the Supreme. Who will again abandon that which frees him from all sorrow?" - VY
We are like humans who believe themselves robots, living limited, conditioned, robotic lives because of a basic misidentification. We are blind to our true nature, though the sadguru never sleeps and prods us constantly with restlessness and discontent. Deep down we are hardwired to our true nature and our robotic existence leaves us ever restless and discontented. And yet we choose to be robots, to live in the familiar rather than take the leap of faith. The robot's fear to be human, the human's fear to be enlightened--we must learn to stop impeding our own light.
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