Monkey Mind: The Bell

Monkey Mind: The Bell

In, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out. *cough* in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out,  in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out,  in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out,  in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out,  in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out,in, out,  in, out, it must have been a good ten minutes by now, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out,  in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, we’re only sitting for 15 minutes are we not? It must be getting close. I wonder if he’s forgotten to ring the bell after 15 minutes. in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, is he not keeping track of time?! what if he’s so zen right now he’s forgotten time. This may never end! out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, next time I’ll ask to be in charge of the bell ringing, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, outin, out, in, outin, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, just have to wait for the bell, then this meditation is done, in, out, *drops noting*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *BELL RINGS* damn it, it was just getting good. 

This was a comically inclined Monkey Mind Monologue, hope you enjoyed it and thanks for visiting the blog 🙂 

-dharmacaterpillar 


A Totally Ordinary Buddha

A Totally Ordinary Buddha

Zazen cultivates clarity and in time, the illusory nature of phenomena breakdown, allowing an experience of limitless, boundless peace. There is no other, no me or you, no being or non-being. Enlightenment has unfolded. Congratulations. What now?

Dissolve into infinity, and continue.

Realise the True Self, and continue.

Become One, and continue.

End, and continue.

 

The Enlightening process shouldn’t end in the World of one colour, the unified field, Oneness. To even consider this would be a mighty shame. To come back into the world of observances, and go on, continue, is the imperfect perfection of a totally ordinary Buddha.

 

 

The Allthing

The Allthing

Sometimes, I like to call it the Allthing. It has a certain mystery about the word that I like and maybe also because it mimics Odin’s title of the Allfather. I think though, it is because it is the perfect antidote to Nothing.

The Allthing is not just something, or just a thing, it is the Allthing. Some people like to think nothingness is the ultimate truth, or oneness, and I can accept these words and talk using them to those who prefer to use them. No problem- appropriateness is paramount in discourse. But, for me, reality isn’t nothingness, it is at least something. And not quite oneness because although there is a fluid interconnected matrix forming a oneness, All is a word that fits this better, and the use of “the” beforehand reinforces the connection of the components of the all into the one.  All here refers not just to all the things of existence, but all the thing of potential existence. All really means all, as a thing. Thing keeps the vagueness, the mystery, about the infinite and paradoxical nature of what we are considering here.

“Just as a reservoir is of little use when the whole countryside is flooded, scriptures are of little use to the illuminated man or woman, who sees the Lord everywhere.” – Bhagavad Gita 2:41 

“But now a great thing in the street
Seems any human nod,
Where shift in strange democracy
The million masks of God.”-G K Chesterton, 1900

Dissolving into Infinity

Dissolving into Infinity

Our relationship with the senses is vitally important. The senses by which the human condition functions aids one to navigate the terrain of existence and place ourselves in this complex web.

What if these abilities were no more? Plunged into no inside or outside, no boundaries, or reference points, no hard things? No things.

Like a vial of salt crystals, each with their own rigid shape, hardness, identity; each one individual. Plunged into the water, and with the input of energy, crystals dissolve, boundaries broken down. Still no crystal has left, yet there are no crystals there.

In our every day form we are crystallized, in a crystallizing reality. In this, there are limitations, there are beginnings and endings, there are hellos and goodbyes, there are hugs and embraces, there are punches and brawls, there is sensual pleasure, there is pain and anguish, there is life and death, there is you and I…

I ask you this: once dissolved boundless and infinite, are these aspects still present? Has reality changed, or perspective?