befriending the mind

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befriending the mind

your thoughts appear to you.
in fact they appear within you,
they appear within your presence, your consciousness, your Self.

in fact they are made of that same consciousness,
because whatever arises in consciousness is made of it.

so theres no friction or conflict possible between a thought and consciousness,
because consciousness is like this welcoming space,
and all the thoughts that come are welcomed within it, there’s no…resistance.

the thoughts appear and they dissolve within your self,
they’re like balloons in the sky –
here one minute gone the next…

and often thinking is very joyful,
it’s very fun to think,
it’s celebratory to think of what you are or something practical –
so those thoughts are fine;

the only challenging thoughts are the ones that make us suffer.
ultimately the way to uproot those thoughts is to investigate what you really are,
because if you remove your beliefs about what it is your thoughts are talking about,
if you are not that to which your thoughts are aggressing,
then you’re free.

so to be free from the suffering thoughts
is to be free from the beliefs that they are based upon.
and of course the root belief there is the belief to be a limited consciousness or a limited being.

you don’t choose your thoughts,
you can notice that –
they come to you and there’s even a big freedom in fact in just noticing that you don’t choose your thoughts,
even though often it feels like you do – but,
to know that you never chose your thoughts…
it frees you from the belief that you’re guilty of anything problematic.

your thoughts are life acting through you,
and your actions and relationships are all spun from there –
so it’s really life living through you.

in terms of befriending the mind, I think we should think of befriending the body,
because if the body’s happy the mind has a home.
and that includes all kinds of areas,
including the relationship to the sensation of the moment –
to welcome it in that same space that welcomes all the thoughts.

consciousness is this welcoming space.

so perhaps the key to befriending the mind is welcoming the mind,
and in fact welcoming all the elements of our experience because
that, whether we know it or not, is the position of consciousness
towards all the things that arise.

“The Infinite Cannot Know The Finite”

“The Infinite Cannot Know The Finite”

I would have to condition the statement by saying ‘the infinite cannot know the finite at its own level of reality’ – in that, inasmuch as we give this mirage of Being called Life a provisional reality (not absolute reality), we, consciousness know it, as an expression of our own Being.

Ultimately reality cannot know non-reality, Being cannot know non-Being, however, within this one reality arises the objective universe, and eventually too the facets of human experience perceiving our objective realm – seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, touching, thinking, feeling – the collection of these objects arise within consciousness, are known by consciousness, are made of consciousness…and so from the perspective of consciousness it could be said that there is only consciousness, there are no objects, and the infinite (consciousness) cannot know the finite (anything other than consciousness).

However, we can only call consciousness infinite in relation to finite objects, and so it makes no sense to discount the borrowed reality that these finite objects owe to the one consciousness itself…in other words, if you’re going to call consciousness infinite, you really need to acknowledge the objects from which you’re referring to consciousness’ infinity, otherwise the statement makes no sense. In fact, if you say consciousness is infinite, you are implicitly acknowledging the existence of the finite from which you set the bar for your statement! We just have to say that the existence of the finite is wholly dependent upon the reality that perceives. The finite exists and it doesn’t exist – it exists as an expression of reality perceived by reality and made of reality – but it doesn’t exist as reality itself.

Therefore – ‘the infinite cannot know the finite at its own level of reality’. The absolute level of reality is object-free, but that’s not the only level of reality we experience. We cannot deny that we know life, that we know experience, if we do it’s one of those neo-advaita traps – we must acknowledge all levels of our Being.

We don’t know anything real of this life other than the reality that life borrows from consciousness; but know life we certainly do!

In R.S. terminology – Mary can’t deny that she knows Jane’s mind while she’s dreaming it, even though it is all made of Mary’s mind, ultimately.

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Eternity’s Hourglass

without even the gold-painted husk that once I held as mine own,
realms of rapture become felt now as recalcitrant glimpses,
waves upon a distant shore lost to the horizon,
somewhere barely reached by time,
that false prophet
of mind.
what
emerged in its
retainer, after the slow merging
of sensory murals splayed with seductive colours
and expansive promises, was a return to conscious transparency,
as it was before I was born, transforming this life into its detachment.
there remains an equanimous stillness wherein the seeming continues to grow,
germane to freedom and to the musings of peace, but openly restful within,
without worry nor even care to stop and reconsider
the mind’s former stratagems of self-sabotage;
the wonder without has met the
knowing within.
and so,
consciousness,
the self-recognizing presence,
naturally works its way out of the planted shell
of inquiry and eventually cascades itself outwards to reform
the entirety of the self-experience, until there remains nought to pursue,
other than what, in this very moment, could best reflect the beauty of timelessness.

Under the Cool Moon

there is a collapse
of walls held round the heart
and then the reflected light of the body
graces itself to love again:

a slow walk under the cool moon.

it’s not a big moment
it’s not a big event
it’s not an enlightenment
god, to only let go of that word,
we’ve all done our work!
let’s remember what we share

it’s a slow, gentle, patient falling away:
snow drifting onto parched earth
and melting in, deep, through
muscular tissues and fascia
into the cells and marrows
of memories laid down
time before time.

there’s also a sharpening to this,
a grinding away of ignorance’s block
it doesn’t all feel like snowflakes –
but this part comes with that satisfying feeling of
pulling apart pieces of old dead flesh
making way for the light to cascade through

light that is living
that’s beyond care
light just for light

it’s animal and beatific
it’s pure and it’s rude
it’s a divine melting
and a burning crash

This isn’t really for angels.
I mean, I don’t know any.
Do you?

life is red and black and blue and white
and everything else for that matter
it’s a symphony
it’s all transparent

it is

Of the Sun

This wonder lives
in the eye of the I,
as brief expanses of light
echo within galaxies lost to time
that soar through the night sky,
regardless.

When waking life is seen to be the waking dream

then Life, never parted from beauty,
is known once again in the heart of Awareness
and all of this enfolds itself inside once more,
and there’s no more gap.

the empty cup is full
but the dizzy dancer doesn’t settle for terms.

it’s all too much sometimes
too much to take in
so there’s a melting into the words of a song
and then the song melts itself into the motion of silence
and then it springs backwards into fireworks over the bay

stillness laughs
and motion snores
and everything between is singing for us to remember

because there is nothing to fear:
not a belief, not a thought, not a dream nor a nightmare

the one in charge is good
we have a good captain on deck

I only know because one time I glimpsed the sunrise after a dark night,
a night when everything collapsed,
and now I know.

or, maybe, now I know I don’t know much but
what I’m trying to say is:

The sun doesn’t stop rising,
And we are all children of the sun.

The Key to Peace

What is here?

Seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, touching;
Thinking, feeling.

The senses, the mind and the body.

All are perceived by the same consciousness.
And this consciousness is self-knowing.

It may seem like there is only the body, the mind, the world,
and the consciousness is distinct:
but what do the body, the mind and the world arise within?

Consciousness is often likened to a ‘space’ where all these perceptions arise.
In fact, the world is not ‘outside’ of you. It is inside. Everything is inside.
The body sensations arise within the conscious ‘space’ –
an infinite welcoming presence waiting for our joyful surrender.

Where would the body, the mind, the world arise within other than in consciousness,
other than in the reality that perceives?
All perceptions are within you, within awareness.

And what is the substance of these perceptions, what are they really?

They are perceived by consciousness, in consciousness,
and they are made of consciousness.
There is only consciousness.

This consciousness we are has no border or boundary,
no shape, size, or texture,

it Is,
it is Aware,
it is Present,
it is Real,
it is Limitless Perceiving.

When was this consciousness born? When will it die? Will it die?
Or is birth and death a sentence given to objects, for that which arises and which must eventually fall?
But consciousness – when have we experienced it arising?
When have we experienced it falling?

It’s always been with us.
It’s always been us.
It’s always been.
And it will always be.

Consciousness is Eternal Life.

Because that which Lives, that which is truly Alive, is that which perceives, that which creates and sustains the forms,
itself not subject to the rules and quandaries of impermanence.

Everything is impermanent, but consciousness is not a thing.
It is what is truly permanent.

And in it, we find Peace.

Peace that is not subject to the comings and goings of any event or any object or any situation or any relationship.

Peace that is in fact causeless, timeless, permanent.
Our very nature is Peace itself, whether we know it or not.

And the key to rediscovering this is simply to notice
and to fall in love with our very

Consciousness.