<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006</id><updated>2012-02-02T11:36:07.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self discovering self</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-1140246856978667832</id><published>2012-01-13T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T08:47:05.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inseparable</title><content type='html'>Hey you&lt;br /&gt;apple of my eye&lt;br /&gt;delight of my heart&lt;br /&gt;essence of my being &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing&lt;br /&gt;about you&lt;br /&gt;that can miss&lt;br /&gt;my love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing&lt;br /&gt;you can tell&lt;br /&gt;that I&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing&lt;br /&gt;you can show&lt;br /&gt;that I don't&lt;br /&gt;want to see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no&lt;br /&gt;darkness anywhere&lt;br /&gt;untouched&lt;br /&gt;by my light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet&lt;br /&gt;you may remain&lt;br /&gt;dark&lt;br /&gt;if you wish&lt;br /&gt;you may hide&lt;br /&gt;if you like&lt;br /&gt;you may run&lt;br /&gt;if you please &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no choice&lt;br /&gt;you can make&lt;br /&gt;that isn't&lt;br /&gt;mine also &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no dance&lt;br /&gt;you can dance &lt;br /&gt;that I won't&lt;br /&gt;dance with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest one&lt;br /&gt;remember this&lt;br /&gt;when it is time&lt;br /&gt;and know your home&lt;br /&gt;as the inseparable&lt;br /&gt;where you and I&lt;br /&gt;reside as one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-8277544297126794847</id><published>2011-12-08T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T15:43:38.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True self interest</title><content type='html'>When I care&lt;br /&gt;a great deal for myself&lt;br /&gt;and very little for others&lt;br /&gt;it is only&lt;br /&gt;temporarily satisfying&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;all too quickly&lt;br /&gt;I end up&lt;br /&gt;feeling lonely&lt;br /&gt;and disconnected&lt;br /&gt;from the wellbeing&lt;br /&gt;of the whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equally though&lt;br /&gt;when I care&lt;br /&gt;a great deal for others&lt;br /&gt;and too little for myself&lt;br /&gt;it is only&lt;br /&gt;temporarily satisfying&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;I end up&lt;br /&gt;feeling disempowered&lt;br /&gt;and depleted&lt;br /&gt;and less than whole &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True self-interest&lt;br /&gt;lies not&lt;br /&gt;in one or the other&lt;br /&gt;but rather both&lt;br /&gt;caring for oneself&lt;br /&gt;and caring for others&lt;br /&gt;but not because&lt;br /&gt;this sounds like&lt;br /&gt;a good idea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking from&lt;br /&gt;the sophisticated head&lt;br /&gt;this caring for both&lt;br /&gt;is balanced, logical&lt;br /&gt;and attractive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking from&lt;br /&gt;the sophisticated head&lt;br /&gt;is not enough&lt;br /&gt;it is only&lt;br /&gt;temporarily satisfying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible to&lt;br /&gt;venture outside&lt;br /&gt;our comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;venture outside&lt;br /&gt;our automatic response &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Look from the experience&lt;br /&gt;in the heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True self-interest&lt;br /&gt;is for the benefit of&lt;br /&gt;true self &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True self&lt;br /&gt;is the whole&lt;br /&gt;True self is not&lt;br /&gt;just the union&lt;br /&gt;of two separate beings &lt;br /&gt;- myself and other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True self&lt;br /&gt;is myself&lt;br /&gt;as the other &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can suffering exist&lt;br /&gt;in a world&lt;br /&gt;of true self-interest?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-8277544297126794847?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8277544297126794847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=8277544297126794847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8277544297126794847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8277544297126794847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/true-self-interest.html' title='True self interest'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-7063375958461268151</id><published>2011-09-16T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T11:02:57.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinite Grace</title><content type='html'>No matter what happens&lt;br /&gt;I am held&lt;br /&gt;What relief it is&lt;br /&gt;that I need not find the next step&lt;br /&gt;What love it is &lt;br /&gt;that the next step finds me&lt;br /&gt;What joy it is&lt;br /&gt;that what needs to be done is done&lt;br /&gt;What comfort it is&lt;br /&gt;that tears are welcome and so are smiles&lt;br /&gt;What peace it is&lt;br /&gt;to let go into God and find God everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude pours out&lt;br /&gt;and envelops me&lt;br /&gt;in its grace&lt;br /&gt;Blessed I am&lt;br /&gt;Blessed we are&lt;br /&gt;and blessed is life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-7063375958461268151?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7063375958461268151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=7063375958461268151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7063375958461268151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7063375958461268151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/infinite-grace.html' title='Infinite Grace'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-5396883205934313903</id><published>2011-08-28T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T02:21:26.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>Once a gift is given&lt;br /&gt;to you&lt;br /&gt;what you do with it&lt;br /&gt;is your business &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you learn&lt;br /&gt;from my words&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;your teacher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are served&lt;br /&gt;by my words&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;your servant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reminded&lt;br /&gt;by my words&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;your reminder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are confused&lt;br /&gt;by my words&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;your puzzle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you anger&lt;br /&gt;at my words&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;your nuisance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hate&lt;br /&gt;my words&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;your enemy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are repelled&lt;br /&gt;by my words&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;your darkness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your response&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;honored to be&lt;br /&gt;your idea of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what I am&lt;br /&gt;truly&lt;br /&gt;cannot be touched&lt;br /&gt;by you&lt;br /&gt;or me&lt;br /&gt;or anything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;what You are&lt;br /&gt;when &lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;drops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;br /&gt;what You are&lt;br /&gt;when &lt;br /&gt;nothing &lt;br /&gt;drops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am&lt;br /&gt;is You&lt;br /&gt;except&lt;br /&gt;in thinking mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me, dear one&lt;br /&gt;where the words end&lt;br /&gt;and something else&lt;br /&gt;begins  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me, dear one&lt;br /&gt;where nothing separates us&lt;br /&gt;and I am&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-5396883205934313903?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5396883205934313903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=5396883205934313903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/5396883205934313903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/5396883205934313903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-656636773204292794</id><published>2011-08-20T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T10:26:40.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearless Freedom Functioning</title><content type='html'>There is a world of difference&lt;br /&gt;between resting&lt;br /&gt;in the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;as a stance&lt;br /&gt;or strategy&lt;br /&gt;towards an endgame&lt;br /&gt;and resting&lt;br /&gt;in the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;in reality &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be aware&lt;br /&gt;of that within you&lt;br /&gt;which would subvert&lt;br /&gt;even God&lt;br /&gt;to suit a human agenda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be aware&lt;br /&gt;of that within you&lt;br /&gt;which would use&lt;br /&gt;even emptiness&lt;br /&gt;to fill a gnawing&lt;br /&gt;at the soul &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the highest&lt;br /&gt;spiritual ideal&lt;br /&gt;is corruptible&lt;br /&gt;in the mind&lt;br /&gt;that prides itself&lt;br /&gt;on its own&lt;br /&gt;power and control &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting in emptiness&lt;br /&gt;there is no need&lt;br /&gt;to fix anything&lt;br /&gt;not because&lt;br /&gt;nothing is broken&lt;br /&gt;but because&lt;br /&gt;broken is only&lt;br /&gt;a perspective&lt;br /&gt;in the mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting in emptiness&lt;br /&gt;there is no need&lt;br /&gt;to do anything&lt;br /&gt;not because&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing&lt;br /&gt;to be done&lt;br /&gt;but because&lt;br /&gt;there is no one&lt;br /&gt;to do it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this emptiness&lt;br /&gt;that is nothing&lt;br /&gt;and needs nothing&lt;br /&gt;comes all doing&lt;br /&gt;and from resting&lt;br /&gt;in this emptiness&lt;br /&gt;comes the doing&lt;br /&gt;beyond mind's understanding&lt;br /&gt;pure joy in doing&lt;br /&gt;love manifest&lt;br /&gt;fearless freedom functioning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-656636773204292794?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/656636773204292794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=656636773204292794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/656636773204292794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/656636773204292794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/fearless-freedom-functioning.html' title='Fearless Freedom Functioning'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-8938060103203607694</id><published>2011-07-17T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T10:55:31.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where stories surrender sweetly</title><content type='html'>We are bigger &lt;br /&gt;than the stories&lt;br /&gt;of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;so dear to our hearts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years&lt;br /&gt;and even lifetimes&lt;br /&gt;we are bound&lt;br /&gt;by and in our stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years&lt;br /&gt;and even lifetimes&lt;br /&gt;we dance together&lt;br /&gt;in each other's stories &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding each other back&lt;br /&gt;in a common pact&lt;br /&gt;we stick to our stories&lt;br /&gt;and limit our lives &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one of us&lt;br /&gt;needs let go&lt;br /&gt;of his story&lt;br /&gt;and we are all freed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freed of the future&lt;br /&gt;and freed of the past&lt;br /&gt;Freed of the pretense&lt;br /&gt;Freed at last &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one of us&lt;br /&gt;needs let go&lt;br /&gt;of her story&lt;br /&gt;and we are all freed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freed to hold&lt;br /&gt;stories still&lt;br /&gt;but in our laps&lt;br /&gt;like dear children&lt;br /&gt;without believing&lt;br /&gt;their tales&lt;br /&gt;of monsters under our beds&lt;br /&gt;or Santa in his sled &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grieve not&lt;br /&gt;for lost stories&lt;br /&gt;rather rejoice&lt;br /&gt;in the space&lt;br /&gt;they leave behind&lt;br /&gt;space for existing stories&lt;br /&gt;to breathe easier&lt;br /&gt;and live lighter&lt;br /&gt;till they too&lt;br /&gt;surrender sweetly&lt;br /&gt;to the pulsating emptiness&lt;br /&gt;waiting to turn a new page &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grieve not&lt;br /&gt;for lost bonds&lt;br /&gt;for the only bonds&lt;br /&gt;that can be lost&lt;br /&gt;are in passing stories&lt;br /&gt;rather rejoice&lt;br /&gt;in the truth&lt;br /&gt;where nothing is lost&lt;br /&gt;where love resides&lt;br /&gt;and the one cannot be torn from itself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-8938060103203607694?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8938060103203607694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=8938060103203607694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8938060103203607694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8938060103203607694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/where-stories-surrender-sweetly.html' title='Where stories surrender sweetly'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-3005904394140651263</id><published>2011-06-07T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T08:32:55.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Authentic self-discovery</title><content type='html'>Most good teachings &lt;br /&gt;spoken of by &lt;br /&gt;some good teachers &lt;br /&gt;come from &lt;br /&gt;what is truly experienced &lt;br /&gt;by the teacher, &lt;br /&gt;come from &lt;br /&gt;that which has been gone through &lt;br /&gt;and thus gone beyond &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When we receive &lt;br /&gt;these teachings &lt;br /&gt;we tend to &lt;br /&gt;value the going beyond &lt;br /&gt;way more than &lt;br /&gt;the going through&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So we take the teachings &lt;br /&gt;and try to use them &lt;br /&gt;to go beyond &lt;br /&gt;without going through &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong &lt;br /&gt;with this &lt;br /&gt;except that it is &lt;br /&gt;inherently dissatisfying &lt;br /&gt;in one's own being &lt;br /&gt;to borrow another's realization &lt;br /&gt;for we can never quite trust &lt;br /&gt;what is borrowed &lt;br /&gt;to stay&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And it is dissatisfaction &lt;br /&gt;and discontent &lt;br /&gt;that keep us &lt;br /&gt;from realizing &lt;br /&gt;what we already are &lt;br /&gt;in the first place! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So we can use &lt;br /&gt;the teachings differently perhaps &lt;br /&gt;more as a hypothesis &lt;br /&gt;to check out in &lt;br /&gt;our own experience &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In this way&lt;br /&gt;is authentic self-discovery &lt;br /&gt;made possible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-3005904394140651263?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-2543638230692243147</id><published>2011-05-31T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T14:36:14.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The exquisiteness of experience</title><content type='html'>When we experience something&lt;br /&gt;is it necessary to own it?&lt;br /&gt;is it necessary to attach to it?&lt;br /&gt;to treat it as mine?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's funny but we do this&lt;br /&gt;with good and bad&lt;br /&gt;experiences&lt;br /&gt;with things&lt;br /&gt;and with people&lt;br /&gt;Mine mine mine&lt;br /&gt;we say&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Claiming ownership&lt;br /&gt;comes naturally&lt;br /&gt;to our human selves&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;with ownership&lt;br /&gt;except &lt;br /&gt;just a bit of &lt;br /&gt;clear observation&lt;br /&gt;shows that &lt;br /&gt;it causes problems&lt;br /&gt;such as fear&lt;br /&gt;of losing that&lt;br /&gt;which we own,&lt;br /&gt;among other things&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And if the problems&lt;br /&gt;are an ok price&lt;br /&gt;for us&lt;br /&gt;that is fine&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At some point however&lt;br /&gt;the price of ownership&lt;br /&gt;is too high&lt;br /&gt;and that's when&lt;br /&gt;it may be useful&lt;br /&gt;to unpack ownership&lt;br /&gt;from experiencing&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We kind of assume&lt;br /&gt;that we need to&lt;br /&gt;own our experience&lt;br /&gt;but is it true?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We associate &lt;br /&gt;not owning&lt;br /&gt;our experience&lt;br /&gt;with denial&lt;br /&gt;and running away&lt;br /&gt;but is it true?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It would be&lt;br /&gt;running away&lt;br /&gt;to deny the experience,&lt;br /&gt;whatever experience&lt;br /&gt;arises&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is denial&lt;br /&gt;to distract ourselves&lt;br /&gt;from the experience&lt;br /&gt;whatever experience&lt;br /&gt;shows up&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But it is&lt;br /&gt;eminently possible&lt;br /&gt;to fully experience&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;without owning it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is not denial&lt;br /&gt;or running away&lt;br /&gt;This is facing up to&lt;br /&gt;our reality&lt;br /&gt;in the moment&lt;br /&gt;exactly as it is&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Herein lies&lt;br /&gt;the exquisiteness&lt;br /&gt;of all experience&lt;br /&gt;When it is not owned&lt;br /&gt;and yet gone through&lt;br /&gt;when it is not claimed&lt;br /&gt;and yet opened to&lt;br /&gt;it is clean&lt;br /&gt;leaving no residue&lt;br /&gt;it is adventure&lt;br /&gt;leaving no trace&lt;br /&gt;it is fresh&lt;br /&gt;leaving no identity&lt;br /&gt;wrapped up&lt;br /&gt;in the one&lt;br /&gt;who owns it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What would it be like&lt;br /&gt;to live life&lt;br /&gt;going fully through&lt;br /&gt;every single moment&lt;br /&gt;of every single experience&lt;br /&gt;without owning any of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-2543638230692243147?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2543638230692243147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=2543638230692243147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/2543638230692243147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/2543638230692243147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/exquisiteness-of-experience.html' title='The exquisiteness of experience'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-3522047840212854283</id><published>2011-05-16T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T09:33:52.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Undeniable Willingness</title><content type='html'>Grace is apparent&lt;br /&gt;in the choicelessness&lt;br /&gt;of the spiritual quest&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There comes a point&lt;br /&gt;when we can see&lt;br /&gt;that we are being led&lt;br /&gt;and there is no turning back&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mind may continue&lt;br /&gt;to look back&lt;br /&gt;and lean back&lt;br /&gt;and feel frustrated&lt;br /&gt;because it is unable&lt;br /&gt;to follow its backward leaning&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And grace holds&lt;br /&gt;the space for this&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mind may totter&lt;br /&gt;and teeter&lt;br /&gt;like a child unsure&lt;br /&gt;of its hold &lt;br /&gt;on the ground&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And grace holds&lt;br /&gt;the space for this &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;we learn to stand&lt;br /&gt;where we are&lt;br /&gt;and look forward&lt;br /&gt;instead of backwards&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then what we can see&lt;br /&gt;of the road ahead&lt;br /&gt;may look empty&lt;br /&gt;very empty&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What we may live&lt;br /&gt;on the road ahead&lt;br /&gt;may seem empty&lt;br /&gt;very empty&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And so we fall&lt;br /&gt;into despair&lt;br /&gt;or depression&lt;br /&gt;ito boredom&lt;br /&gt;or restlessness&lt;br /&gt;secretly hoping&lt;br /&gt;maybe openly praying&lt;br /&gt;for something&lt;br /&gt;to come rescue us&lt;br /&gt;maybe the same choicelessness&lt;br /&gt;that led us here&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And grace holds&lt;br /&gt;the space for this&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But everything that arises&lt;br /&gt;feels half-hearted&lt;br /&gt;neither choiceless enough&lt;br /&gt;nor a choice without doubt&lt;br /&gt;We feel stuck&lt;br /&gt;and the grace that led us&lt;br /&gt;seems to be in hiding&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What if the grace&lt;br /&gt;is not in hiding&lt;br /&gt;but only different&lt;br /&gt;from when we met it first?&lt;br /&gt;Quieter, softer&lt;br /&gt;less insistent&lt;br /&gt;more subtle&lt;br /&gt;drawing us deeper in&lt;br /&gt;dissolving&lt;br /&gt;the last remnants&lt;br /&gt;of the separate self?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What if the grace&lt;br /&gt;is opening us&lt;br /&gt;into deeper surrender?&lt;br /&gt;What if it is pointing us&lt;br /&gt;to the choice inside&lt;br /&gt;- the choice to surrender?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is a subtle thing&lt;br /&gt;this choice to surrender&lt;br /&gt;It does not hit us&lt;br /&gt;on the backs of our head&lt;br /&gt;but beckons us softly&lt;br /&gt;and we can feel it&lt;br /&gt;in the heart&lt;br /&gt;and in the belly&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is what we dread&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;to be given a choice&lt;br /&gt;to have to make a choice&lt;br /&gt;We would rather&lt;br /&gt;be clubbed awake&lt;br /&gt;and have a great story to tell&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But there is a time for that&lt;br /&gt;and a time for this&lt;br /&gt;There is choicelessness&lt;br /&gt;and there is choice&lt;br /&gt;If we cling to one&lt;br /&gt;or the other&lt;br /&gt;we feel half-hearted&lt;br /&gt;dissatisfied&lt;br /&gt;and we lose the big picture&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Surrender is not&lt;br /&gt;passive non-doing&lt;br /&gt;waiting for grace&lt;br /&gt;to hammer us awake&lt;br /&gt;and hold us there;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for teachers&lt;br /&gt;and teachings&lt;br /&gt;to crack us open&lt;br /&gt;and keep us there;&lt;br /&gt;that is laziness&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Surrender is&lt;br /&gt;active engagement&lt;br /&gt;with one's very being&lt;br /&gt;dynamic living&lt;br /&gt;of what has been realized&lt;br /&gt;staying awake&lt;br /&gt;in the midst&lt;br /&gt;of drowsiness&lt;br /&gt;not from the force of will&lt;br /&gt;but enabled by the grace&lt;br /&gt;of our own&lt;br /&gt;ultimately undeniable willingness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-3522047840212854283?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3522047840212854283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=3522047840212854283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/3522047840212854283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;invisibly&lt;br /&gt;to erode our beliefs&lt;br /&gt;and change our experience&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then there is a point&lt;br /&gt;when our reality&lt;br /&gt;is independent&lt;br /&gt;of our beliefs&lt;br /&gt;and incredibly&lt;br /&gt;independent of our experience!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And then so long as&lt;br /&gt;we don't dissociate from life&lt;br /&gt;but stay grounded&lt;br /&gt;and allow our hearts&lt;br /&gt;to be touched &lt;br /&gt;by experience anyways&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So long as we can laugh&lt;br /&gt;and cry and express&lt;br /&gt;our humanness freely,&lt;br /&gt;we are the miracle&lt;br /&gt;of the divine &lt;br /&gt;living the human life&lt;br /&gt;we live the miracle&lt;br /&gt;of being in the world&lt;br /&gt;but not of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-7398682133431344601?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-8501830695180460183</id><published>2011-04-18T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T08:36:59.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Divine Mess of Life</title><content type='html'>We have &lt;br /&gt;such a human addiction&lt;br /&gt;to perfection!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We chase perfection&lt;br /&gt;as our highest ideal&lt;br /&gt;we hope that some day&lt;br /&gt;we will get there&lt;br /&gt;by one means&lt;br /&gt;or another&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile &lt;br /&gt;we screw up&lt;br /&gt;again and again&lt;br /&gt;and we notice&lt;br /&gt;every imperfection&lt;br /&gt;there is&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We notice &lt;br /&gt;when the world is imperfect&lt;br /&gt;when life is imperfect&lt;br /&gt;when everyone is imperfect&lt;br /&gt;when we are imperfect&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But just one&lt;br /&gt;tiny glimpse&lt;br /&gt;of what we truly are&lt;br /&gt;shows us something&lt;br /&gt;quite incredible&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We come from perfection&lt;br /&gt;we come from fullness&lt;br /&gt;we come from wholeness&lt;br /&gt;and yet here we are&lt;br /&gt;in this limited package&lt;br /&gt;called human form&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This human form&lt;br /&gt;is born &lt;br /&gt;but alas it also dies&lt;br /&gt;and before that&lt;br /&gt;it falls sick&lt;br /&gt;it suffers heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;and much worse besides&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This human form&lt;br /&gt;is certainly not perfect&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This human form &lt;br /&gt;can see how much&lt;br /&gt;of creation&lt;br /&gt;is other than human form&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This human form&lt;br /&gt;is certainly not complete&lt;br /&gt;This human form &lt;br /&gt;is certainly not everything&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Throughout its life&lt;br /&gt;this human form&lt;br /&gt;is searching, seeking&lt;br /&gt;looking for something&lt;br /&gt;it thinks it does not have,&lt;br /&gt;constantly trying&lt;br /&gt;to fill a lack&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This human form&lt;br /&gt;is certainly not whole&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So this human form&lt;br /&gt;imperfect, incomplete&lt;br /&gt;and divided,&lt;br /&gt;justifies its lust&lt;br /&gt;for perfection&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But something&lt;br /&gt;is lopsided here&lt;br /&gt;what comes from perfection&lt;br /&gt;does not need to seek it&lt;br /&gt;what comes from fullness&lt;br /&gt;does not need to seek it&lt;br /&gt;what comes from wholeness&lt;br /&gt;does not need to seek it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is no need&lt;br /&gt;to chase perfection;&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing&lt;br /&gt;to be gained there&lt;br /&gt;that isn't already here&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is no need&lt;br /&gt;to chase perfection;&lt;br /&gt;it is not meant&lt;br /&gt;to be found&lt;br /&gt;in this human form!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now everything&lt;br /&gt;can look different&lt;br /&gt;This human existence&lt;br /&gt;can be experienced&lt;br /&gt;without trying&lt;br /&gt;to make it perfect!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This human existence&lt;br /&gt;can be enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;without comparison&lt;br /&gt;to a perfect ideal&lt;br /&gt;It can be allowed&lt;br /&gt;to unfold&lt;br /&gt;simply as it does&lt;br /&gt;without judgement&lt;br /&gt;and resistance&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We are not imperfection&lt;br /&gt;come into human form&lt;br /&gt;to seek perfection&lt;br /&gt;in this human life&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We are perfection&lt;br /&gt;come into human form&lt;br /&gt;to explore and love&lt;br /&gt;imperfection&lt;br /&gt;as our own self&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What love this is!&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional love!&lt;br /&gt;Love that does not need&lt;br /&gt;anything to be other &lt;br /&gt;than what it is&lt;br /&gt;Love that allows&lt;br /&gt;everything to be&lt;br /&gt;what it is&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What love it is&lt;br /&gt;to receive this love&lt;br /&gt;What love it is&lt;br /&gt;to give this love&lt;br /&gt;What love it is&lt;br /&gt;to be this love&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not needing anything&lt;br /&gt;this love is dynamic&lt;br /&gt;Not needing anything&lt;br /&gt;this love spawns universes&lt;br /&gt;Not needing anything&lt;br /&gt;this love acts&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And this human form&lt;br /&gt;flawed and born from love&lt;br /&gt;bows down low&lt;br /&gt;in deep gratitude for&lt;br /&gt;the divine mess of life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-8501830695180460183?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8501830695180460183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=8501830695180460183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8501830695180460183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8501830695180460183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/divine-mess-of-life.html' title='The Divine Mess of Life'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-192906842827977640</id><published>2011-03-28T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T19:46:22.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What dies?</title><content type='html'>We build and build&lt;br /&gt;and build up&lt;br /&gt;ourselves&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We accomplish&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;I did it&lt;br /&gt;we achieve&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;I did it&lt;br /&gt;we acquire&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;I did it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We diet&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;I have control!&lt;br /&gt;We exercise&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;I have control&lt;br /&gt;We deny ourselves&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;I have control&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We look good&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful&lt;br /&gt;We dress well&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We are kind&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;I am good&lt;br /&gt;We help someone&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;I am good&lt;br /&gt;We are compassionate&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;I am good&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We remember God&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;I am very good&lt;br /&gt;We are pious&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;I am very good&lt;br /&gt;We pray and fast&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;I am very very good&lt;br /&gt;We engage spiritually&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;I am the very best! :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ah but how much&lt;br /&gt;of this I&lt;br /&gt;this successful, very good, spiritual&lt;br /&gt;self&lt;br /&gt;can we take&lt;br /&gt;to our death?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Isn't death&lt;br /&gt;the end of that&lt;br /&gt;built-up I?&lt;br /&gt;Isnt death&lt;br /&gt;the loss of&lt;br /&gt;everything I?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that why&lt;br /&gt;we fear death?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And isnt that why&lt;br /&gt;we fear life?&lt;br /&gt;Because we know&lt;br /&gt;it is possible&lt;br /&gt;to lose it all,&lt;br /&gt;to lose the built-up I?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps&lt;br /&gt;there comes a time&lt;br /&gt;when we &lt;br /&gt;might pause&lt;br /&gt;in this building up&lt;br /&gt;of I&lt;br /&gt;and ask&lt;br /&gt;What am I&lt;br /&gt;if I don't &lt;br /&gt;build myself up?&lt;br /&gt;What am I&lt;br /&gt;just as I am?&lt;br /&gt;What am I&lt;br /&gt;just as I was?&lt;br /&gt;just as I have&lt;br /&gt;always been?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What lives&lt;br /&gt;and what dies?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps then&lt;br /&gt;we can face death&lt;br /&gt;in life itself&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps then&lt;br /&gt;as the Buddha said&lt;br /&gt;we can die&lt;br /&gt;before we die&lt;br /&gt;and so finally&lt;br /&gt;live once and for all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-192906842827977640?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/192906842827977640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=192906842827977640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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still not know&lt;br /&gt;the unknowable&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Seek instead&lt;br /&gt;to untie&lt;br /&gt;the knot&lt;br /&gt;that has you believe&lt;br /&gt;you cannot &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you are&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don't seek simply&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth&lt;br /&gt;and stop there&lt;br /&gt;for what we can know&lt;br /&gt;is always partial&lt;br /&gt;and cannot satisfy&lt;br /&gt;our thirst for fullness&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Seek instead&lt;br /&gt;to untie&lt;br /&gt;the knot&lt;br /&gt;that has you believe&lt;br /&gt;that you cannot &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you are&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And when&lt;br /&gt;the knots untie&lt;br /&gt;themselves&lt;br /&gt;seek nothing&lt;br /&gt;only &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt; what you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; what you are&lt;br /&gt;and so know&lt;br /&gt;yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-56688529749140083</id><published>2011-02-10T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T09:18:28.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is room</title><content type='html'>What distresses you&lt;br /&gt;my friend?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Isn't it mostly&lt;br /&gt;what your mind says&lt;br /&gt;should not be?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The mind says&lt;br /&gt;it should not be&lt;br /&gt;and yet it is&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is room&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;there is room&lt;br /&gt;in the heart&lt;br /&gt;for what the mind&lt;br /&gt;won't allow&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is room&lt;br /&gt;in the heart&lt;br /&gt;for what the mind&lt;br /&gt;can't understand&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is room&lt;br /&gt;in the heart&lt;br /&gt;for every&lt;br /&gt;contradiction&lt;br /&gt;and conflict&lt;br /&gt;for every pair&lt;br /&gt;of opposites&lt;br /&gt;to co-exist&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No no&lt;br /&gt;shouts mind again&lt;br /&gt;it is wrong&lt;br /&gt;and I won't allow it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is room&lt;br /&gt;in the heart&lt;br /&gt;for all of &lt;br /&gt;shouting mind&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is room&lt;br /&gt;in the heart&lt;br /&gt;for reality&lt;br /&gt;as it is&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Recognize&lt;br /&gt;your open heart&lt;br /&gt;my friend&lt;br /&gt;and receive life &lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receive life&lt;br /&gt;in this home of love&lt;br /&gt;and know your heart&lt;br /&gt;as the birthplace&lt;br /&gt;of everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-56688529749140083?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-4495037776689504996</id><published>2011-02-04T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T07:16:00.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just as you are</title><content type='html'>We worry&lt;br /&gt;about being better&lt;br /&gt;and kinder&lt;br /&gt;or perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worry &lt;br /&gt;about being more active&lt;br /&gt;more devoted&lt;br /&gt;or working harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worry&lt;br /&gt;about being more spiritual&lt;br /&gt;enlightened&lt;br /&gt;more embodied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we hear&lt;br /&gt;the little voice &lt;br /&gt;in the midst&lt;br /&gt;of all the worrying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice that &lt;br /&gt;only whispers&lt;br /&gt;yet is so sure&lt;br /&gt;and presents itself&lt;br /&gt;without fanfare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice that says&lt;br /&gt;It's not all about you&lt;br /&gt;sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the air&lt;br /&gt;and the sky&lt;br /&gt;and the birds&lt;br /&gt;and the trees&lt;br /&gt;and the ground&lt;br /&gt;under your feet&lt;br /&gt;always the ground&lt;br /&gt;under your feet&lt;br /&gt;You are bigger&lt;br /&gt;than you know&lt;br /&gt;by far&lt;br /&gt;and loved&lt;br /&gt;oh so loved&lt;br /&gt;just as you are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-4495037776689504996?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4495037776689504996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=4495037776689504996' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;is not true enough&lt;br /&gt;if it can be overridden by another&lt;br /&gt;or ignored&lt;br /&gt;or dismissed &lt;br /&gt;or rejected&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I thought&lt;br /&gt;this pointed &lt;br /&gt;to a flaw &lt;br /&gt;in my truth&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But my only responsibility&lt;br /&gt;is to speak my truth&lt;br /&gt;what others make of it&lt;br /&gt;is their responsibility&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I thought truth&lt;br /&gt;has to be omnipotent&lt;br /&gt;undefeated&lt;br /&gt;unopposed&lt;br /&gt;totally disarming&lt;br /&gt;anything less&lt;br /&gt;is just not the truth&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But the power of truth&lt;br /&gt;is fully its own&lt;br /&gt;untouched &lt;br /&gt;by outward action&lt;br /&gt;by outward attitude&lt;br /&gt;or reaction&lt;br /&gt;incapable of being hurt&lt;br /&gt;or compromised&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Untouched&lt;br /&gt;but not because&lt;br /&gt;it won't let itself&lt;br /&gt;be touched&lt;br /&gt;Untouched&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;no matter what&lt;br /&gt;it meets outside&lt;br /&gt;and even meets fully&lt;br /&gt;it cannot lose itself&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I thought truth&lt;br /&gt;cannot be walked over&lt;br /&gt;or trampled&lt;br /&gt;only the weak&lt;br /&gt;and the powerless&lt;br /&gt;can be wiped out&lt;br /&gt;this way&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But I forgot Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what he gave&lt;br /&gt;and what he received&lt;br /&gt;on the cross&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Even overpowered by ignorance&lt;br /&gt;and outstripped by fear&lt;br /&gt;the truth responds &lt;br /&gt;with love&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Walking up to&lt;br /&gt;certain crucifixion&lt;br /&gt;allowing fear to explode&lt;br /&gt;into such emptiness&lt;br /&gt;that each moment&lt;br /&gt;each step&lt;br /&gt;each blow&lt;br /&gt;is received &lt;br /&gt;in great innocence&lt;br /&gt;without preconception&lt;br /&gt;allowing&lt;br /&gt;each moment &lt;br /&gt;to die &lt;br /&gt;into the next&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nothing and nobody&lt;br /&gt;is held onto&lt;br /&gt;and what is born&lt;br /&gt;from such emptiness&lt;br /&gt;arises from love&lt;br /&gt;in love&lt;br /&gt;as love&lt;br /&gt;to love&lt;br /&gt;It cannot&lt;br /&gt;be known&lt;br /&gt;in advance&lt;br /&gt;but leaps into being&lt;br /&gt;to serve&lt;br /&gt;all there is&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;love manifest&lt;br /&gt;fearless freedom functioning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-2491251225139030295?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2491251225139030295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=2491251225139030295' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/2491251225139030295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/2491251225139030295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/fearless-freedom-functioning.html' title='Fearless freedom functioning'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-739319609769650261</id><published>2010-11-09T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T15:14:22.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where shame and fear reside</title><content type='html'>Where does shame reside?&lt;br /&gt;And fear?&lt;br /&gt;and feeling betrayed?&lt;br /&gt;or abandoned?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We think they reside&lt;br /&gt;in an event&lt;br /&gt;in somebody's action&lt;br /&gt;in our own behavior&lt;br /&gt;and even our own self&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We think that &lt;br /&gt;the fear is mine&lt;br /&gt;my fear&lt;br /&gt;the shame is mine&lt;br /&gt;my shame&lt;br /&gt;the betrayal or abandonment &lt;br /&gt;is mine&lt;br /&gt;all mine&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And believing this&lt;br /&gt;we draw them in&lt;br /&gt;into our minds and hearts&lt;br /&gt;into our beautiful bodies&lt;br /&gt;we cleave to them&lt;br /&gt;and they become us&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But then they feel bad&lt;br /&gt;and wrong&lt;br /&gt;and uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;so we flee from them&lt;br /&gt;try to escape them&lt;br /&gt;somehow&lt;br /&gt;run run run away&lt;br /&gt;to some place good&lt;br /&gt;and calm and positive&lt;br /&gt;and manageable&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We don't like bad news&lt;br /&gt;especially right here&lt;br /&gt;right within us&lt;br /&gt;so we drink&lt;br /&gt;we drug ourselves&lt;br /&gt;we kid ourselves&lt;br /&gt;we attach to this theory&lt;br /&gt;and that philosophy&lt;br /&gt;we distract distract distract&lt;br /&gt;ourselves&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We turn away &lt;br /&gt;from our 'tainted' self&lt;br /&gt;thinking salvation&lt;br /&gt;is outside somewhere&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And we would be lost&lt;br /&gt;in this way forever&lt;br /&gt;but for grace&lt;br /&gt;and its messengers&lt;br /&gt;exhaustion, courage and wisdom&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It takes exhaustion&lt;br /&gt;to stop running away&lt;br /&gt;sheer exhaustion&lt;br /&gt;lovingly forcing us to stop&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It takes courage&lt;br /&gt;to face the enemy within&lt;br /&gt;the fear and shame&lt;br /&gt;the abandonment&lt;br /&gt;and betrayal&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It takes wisdom&lt;br /&gt;to drop all your weapons&lt;br /&gt;to surrender&lt;br /&gt;and to be led&lt;br /&gt;within&lt;br /&gt;deeper and deeper&lt;br /&gt;not against the enemy&lt;br /&gt;but with it and by it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For in the end&lt;br /&gt;we find&lt;br /&gt;that it is these&lt;br /&gt;that we have called the enemy&lt;br /&gt;which are the ideal companions&lt;br /&gt;on this dark journey&lt;br /&gt;the dazzling dark journey&lt;br /&gt;into ourselves&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As they lead us&lt;br /&gt;beyond fear&lt;br /&gt;beyond shame&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly&lt;br /&gt;beyond hope&lt;br /&gt;to undivided love&lt;br /&gt;untouched innocence&lt;br /&gt;and dissolution&lt;br /&gt;sweet dissolution&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;From here we see&lt;br /&gt;with startling clarity&lt;br /&gt;where the shame resides&lt;br /&gt;and the fear&lt;br /&gt;and the abandonment&lt;br /&gt;and betrayal&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They reside not inside&lt;br /&gt;not in us&lt;br /&gt;not outside&lt;br /&gt;not in them or it&lt;br /&gt;they reside in the way of looking&lt;br /&gt;they reside in the perspective&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The shame is felt &lt;br /&gt;when we look at God&lt;br /&gt;and find God wanting&lt;br /&gt;the shame is felt &lt;br /&gt;when we look at our self&lt;br /&gt;and find we are less than God&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The fear is felt&lt;br /&gt;when we cut out&lt;br /&gt;a piece of ourself&lt;br /&gt;and believe it is the other&lt;br /&gt;The fear is felt&lt;br /&gt;in separation&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The abandonment is felt&lt;br /&gt;when we look at our self&lt;br /&gt;and find it less than whole&lt;br /&gt;We feel abandoned&lt;br /&gt;in abandoning&lt;br /&gt;our own wholeness&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The betrayal is felt&lt;br /&gt;when we look at our self&lt;br /&gt;and choose to leave &lt;br /&gt;for somebody else &lt;br /&gt;or something &lt;br /&gt;The betrayal is felt&lt;br /&gt;in turning outside&lt;br /&gt;in turning away&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The mind- body&lt;br /&gt;is an expression &lt;br /&gt;of God&lt;br /&gt;and like all expressions&lt;br /&gt;it is limited&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But where does&lt;br /&gt;limitation spring from&lt;br /&gt;We think and &lt;br /&gt;we believe&lt;br /&gt;that we are limited&lt;br /&gt;because of a mistake&lt;br /&gt;we made&lt;br /&gt;or God made&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When we look &lt;br /&gt;through this perspective&lt;br /&gt;we feel choiceless&lt;br /&gt;like victims&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But limitation &lt;br /&gt;is no accident&lt;br /&gt;It is the divine choice&lt;br /&gt;to be&lt;br /&gt;It is the divine emptiness&lt;br /&gt;manifesting as&lt;br /&gt;the particular&lt;br /&gt;so that this amazing world&lt;br /&gt;of experience&lt;br /&gt;can be&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Choiceless awareness&lt;br /&gt;is the ground&lt;br /&gt;and the womb&lt;br /&gt;of choice and experience&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So meet your self&lt;br /&gt;your shame and fear&lt;br /&gt;abandonment&lt;br /&gt;and betrayal&lt;br /&gt;as the choice it is&lt;br /&gt;look from here&lt;br /&gt;from the wholeness that is&lt;br /&gt;and so discover&lt;br /&gt;gloriousness&lt;br /&gt;discover limitless self&lt;br /&gt;appearing as you&lt;br /&gt;and all things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-739319609769650261?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/739319609769650261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=739319609769650261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/739319609769650261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/739319609769650261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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exquisitely present&lt;br /&gt;that I cannot avoid it&lt;br /&gt;miss it&lt;br /&gt;ignore it&lt;br /&gt;or transcend it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so I do &lt;br /&gt;the only possible thing;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to it&lt;br /&gt;again and again&lt;br /&gt;I submit to it&lt;br /&gt;be with it&lt;br /&gt;be it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What was I&lt;br /&gt;afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;This pain is &lt;br /&gt;a friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-8075580245487699508?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8075580245487699508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=8075580245487699508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8075580245487699508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8075580245487699508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-2286895662428966255</id><published>2010-10-05T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T07:53:00.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This now</title><content type='html'>I am alone&lt;br /&gt;but not lonely&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am empty&lt;br /&gt;but not without&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am single&lt;br /&gt;but not unwedded&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am constant&lt;br /&gt;but not changeless&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am flow&lt;br /&gt;but not without stillness&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am everything&lt;br /&gt;but not without nothing&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What am I?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am you&lt;br /&gt;I am you&lt;br /&gt;We are one&lt;br /&gt;We are that&lt;br /&gt;Not even that&lt;br /&gt;Just being&lt;br /&gt;Just this&lt;br /&gt;this now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-2286895662428966255?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2286895662428966255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=2286895662428966255' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/2286895662428966255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/2286895662428966255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-now.html' title='This now'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-6836269145530166969</id><published>2010-08-21T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T13:33:03.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Manifest</title><content type='html'>What is love?&lt;br /&gt;It is the seeing&lt;br /&gt;of everything&lt;br /&gt;simply as it is&lt;br /&gt;without needing &lt;br /&gt;to embellish it&lt;br /&gt;or make it over&lt;br /&gt;or change it in any way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love?&lt;br /&gt;It is the being&lt;br /&gt;with everything&lt;br /&gt;simply as it is&lt;br /&gt;without needing&lt;br /&gt;to make it better&lt;br /&gt;or make it look good&lt;br /&gt;or tone it down in any way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love manifest&lt;br /&gt;is the human heart&lt;br /&gt;beating strongly&lt;br /&gt;quivering lightly&lt;br /&gt;sustaining everything&lt;br /&gt;by its fragile being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love manifest&lt;br /&gt;is the human heart&lt;br /&gt;ready to live&lt;br /&gt;ready to die&lt;br /&gt;ready to plunge headlong&lt;br /&gt;into what it knows not&lt;br /&gt;for no other reason&lt;br /&gt;than that is what it is&lt;br /&gt;Love manifest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-6836269145530166969?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-5883426579528134647</id><published>2010-07-19T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T19:37:10.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About thought</title><content type='html'>We think that&lt;br /&gt;underneath each thought&lt;br /&gt;lies an objective reality&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We think that&lt;br /&gt;a thought is actually&lt;br /&gt;mind's articulation&lt;br /&gt;of an underlying reality&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We think that &lt;br /&gt;thought is an outward&lt;br /&gt;manifestation&lt;br /&gt;of something that is actually there&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In this way &lt;br /&gt;we invest thought&lt;br /&gt;with power&lt;br /&gt;beyond its means&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In this way&lt;br /&gt;we create and inhabit&lt;br /&gt;the world of virtual reality&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sure enough&lt;br /&gt;thought-land is &lt;br /&gt;a full-fledged mirage&lt;br /&gt;capable of producing 'real'&lt;br /&gt;feelings and sensations&lt;br /&gt;But how real&lt;br /&gt;is a mirage?&lt;br /&gt;And is there not&lt;br /&gt;something beyond a mirage&lt;br /&gt;something that sees&lt;br /&gt;the mirage for what it is?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A thought is only&lt;br /&gt;a thought&lt;br /&gt;nothing more&lt;br /&gt;and nothing less&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It can be as powerful&lt;br /&gt;as a storm&lt;br /&gt;when we invest in it&lt;br /&gt;and as innocent&lt;br /&gt;as a breeze&lt;br /&gt;when we don't&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The only thing&lt;br /&gt;that lies underneath thought&lt;br /&gt;is more thought&lt;br /&gt;It's like there is&lt;br /&gt;a bottomless thought cloud&lt;br /&gt;floating about -&lt;br /&gt;thought sustaining &lt;br /&gt;more thought&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just like it is impossible&lt;br /&gt;to exit a mirage&lt;br /&gt;from any action taken&lt;br /&gt;inside the mirage&lt;br /&gt;so it is impossible&lt;br /&gt;to exit thought-land&lt;br /&gt;by means of a thought&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Entering and exiting a mirage&lt;br /&gt;happens by means&lt;br /&gt;of that which is outside&lt;br /&gt;the mirage&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Entering and exiting thought-land&lt;br /&gt;happens by means&lt;br /&gt;of that which is beyond&lt;br /&gt;thought&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If life has brought&lt;br /&gt;you to these words&lt;br /&gt;and others like them&lt;br /&gt;then you are already being nudged&lt;br /&gt;by what is outside thought&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Trust in that &lt;br /&gt;to complete its work&lt;br /&gt;without you&lt;br /&gt;Simply step out of its way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-5883426579528134647?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-6612764024458590198</id><published>2010-06-30T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T08:31:05.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To digest Buddha</title><content type='html'>When we admire beauty&lt;br /&gt;from a distance&lt;br /&gt;it feels good and safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we discover that beauty&lt;br /&gt;to be ourself&lt;br /&gt;it is sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend too much time&lt;br /&gt;singing the praises&lt;br /&gt;of beauty outside us&lt;br /&gt;bowing to the divinity&lt;br /&gt;of gods and masters outside us&lt;br /&gt;quoting the great ones&lt;br /&gt;to feel a tenuous connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps now we can see&lt;br /&gt;how unsatisfactory that is&lt;br /&gt;like licking one's lips&lt;br /&gt;watching another eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is time now&lt;br /&gt;for that great invisible non-existent chasm&lt;br /&gt;to collapse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is time for you and me&lt;br /&gt;to find the courage&lt;br /&gt;to digest our own Buddha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-6612764024458590198?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6612764024458590198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=6612764024458590198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6612764024458590198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6612764024458590198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-digest-buddha.html' title='To digest Buddha'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-7103476009995797902</id><published>2010-05-27T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T12:54:12.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation</title><content type='html'>Separation is a thin line&lt;br /&gt;albeit very insistent&lt;br /&gt;that says&lt;br /&gt;I am this and therefore&lt;br /&gt;not that&lt;br /&gt;or I am this because&lt;br /&gt;I am not that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that line is erasable&lt;br /&gt;It is tenuous&lt;br /&gt;Don't assume that it&lt;br /&gt;is your destiny forever&lt;br /&gt;So question it sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing so exclusive&lt;br /&gt;that it can shut out&lt;br /&gt;everything else&lt;br /&gt;Separation is only a construct&lt;br /&gt;in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When separation dissolves&lt;br /&gt;we are open to being this one here&lt;br /&gt;without being closed&lt;br /&gt;to being that one there&lt;br /&gt;for we are bigger than each of those&lt;br /&gt;We are the infinity within which they arise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-7103476009995797902?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7103476009995797902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=7103476009995797902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7103476009995797902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7103476009995797902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/separation.html' title='Separation'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-6405293739059583123</id><published>2010-05-21T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T07:54:02.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing</title><content type='html'>I am the ground&lt;br /&gt;I am the root&lt;br /&gt;I am the trunk&lt;br /&gt;I am the branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the twig&lt;br /&gt;and the leaf&lt;br /&gt;at the farthest end &lt;br /&gt;of the twig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so far&lt;br /&gt;from the ground&lt;br /&gt;so far&lt;br /&gt;from the root&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet as the tiny leaf&lt;br /&gt;distinct from other leaves&lt;br /&gt;and twig and branch&lt;br /&gt;fragile and alone&lt;br /&gt;I am connected &lt;br /&gt;at all times&lt;br /&gt;to the root&lt;br /&gt;and something here knows that&lt;br /&gt;undeniably, anavoidably, always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-6405293739059583123?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6405293739059583123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=6405293739059583123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6405293739059583123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6405293739059583123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/knowing.html' title='Knowing'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-6781766994531722575</id><published>2010-05-13T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T06:40:46.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree of being</title><content type='html'>Solidly rooted&lt;br /&gt;deep in the&lt;br /&gt;primordial ground&lt;br /&gt;of being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move towards&lt;br /&gt;the open skies&lt;br /&gt;through trunk&lt;br /&gt;and branches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waving with the breeze&lt;br /&gt;dancing with the storm&lt;br /&gt;Sprouting leaves and flowers&lt;br /&gt;Offering myself fully&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-6781766994531722575?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6781766994531722575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=6781766994531722575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6781766994531722575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6781766994531722575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/tree-of-being.html' title='Tree of being'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-8084918787403492682</id><published>2010-05-01T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T19:48:09.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet being</title><content type='html'>Beingness cleaves itself&lt;br /&gt;over and over again&lt;br /&gt;so it may be aware &lt;br /&gt;of itself&lt;br /&gt;see itself&lt;br /&gt;hear itself&lt;br /&gt;taste itself&lt;br /&gt;experience itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beingness cleaves itself&lt;br /&gt;into seer and seen&lt;br /&gt;so they may connect&lt;br /&gt;via seeing&lt;br /&gt;into listener and sound&lt;br /&gt;so they may touch&lt;br /&gt;via listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beingness cleaves itself&lt;br /&gt;into you and I&lt;br /&gt;so we may love each other&lt;br /&gt;so beingness may love itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sweetest of all&lt;br /&gt;beingness cleaves itself&lt;br /&gt;so we may know&lt;br /&gt;ourselves as beingness&lt;br /&gt;so beingness may know itself&lt;br /&gt;as beingness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-8084918787403492682?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8084918787403492682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=8084918787403492682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8084918787403492682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8084918787403492682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/sweet-being.html' title='Sweet being'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-4382410998336740855</id><published>2010-04-27T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T12:54:48.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What else is here?</title><content type='html'>There is a time &lt;br /&gt;in life&lt;br /&gt;for problems&lt;br /&gt;to be solved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is but mind&lt;br /&gt;unraveling itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is a time&lt;br /&gt;in life&lt;br /&gt;for a shift of attention&lt;br /&gt;and for the question&lt;br /&gt;to arise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What else is here?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is here?&lt;br /&gt;besides the problem&lt;br /&gt;besides the desire to solve&lt;br /&gt;and besides the solution &lt;br /&gt;if there is one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is awareness&lt;br /&gt;seeing itself&lt;br /&gt;as mind and beyond mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is awareness&lt;br /&gt;seeing itself as that &lt;br /&gt;which holds mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to be rid&lt;br /&gt;of problems&lt;br /&gt;No need for resolutions&lt;br /&gt;They can be around or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is more interested&lt;br /&gt;in what else is here&lt;br /&gt;beside the problem&lt;br /&gt;and the solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time for solving&lt;br /&gt;and the time for a shift&lt;br /&gt;can be in any order&lt;br /&gt;or even alternate for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life lets us know &lt;br /&gt;when it is time for what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-4382410998336740855?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4382410998336740855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=4382410998336740855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/4382410998336740855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/4382410998336740855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-else-is-here.html' title='What else is here?'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-1807647197326787646</id><published>2010-04-11T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T09:00:00.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flow</title><content type='html'>In the paradox&lt;br /&gt;that is life&lt;br /&gt;there is a tendency&lt;br /&gt;to stagnate&lt;br /&gt;again and again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tendency&lt;br /&gt;for the water of being&lt;br /&gt;to become little&lt;br /&gt;cesspools -&lt;br /&gt;stale and repetitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And simultaneously&lt;br /&gt;life in every moment&lt;br /&gt;flows like a river&lt;br /&gt;clearing out all stagnation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not as a static idea&lt;br /&gt;but as a continual &lt;br /&gt;dynamic flow&lt;br /&gt;that is NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the mind opens&lt;br /&gt;to this dynamic now&lt;br /&gt;gratitude arises&lt;br /&gt;for stagnation and flow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-1807647197326787646?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1807647197326787646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=1807647197326787646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/1807647197326787646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/1807647197326787646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/flow.html' title='Flow'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-4594219714727677940</id><published>2010-04-05T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:56:03.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond imagination</title><content type='html'>In order for the new&lt;br /&gt;to be born&lt;br /&gt;the old must be let go of&lt;br /&gt;completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the old is held on to&lt;br /&gt;the only new that can appear&lt;br /&gt;is a reconfiguration&lt;br /&gt;of what has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ten thousand things&lt;br /&gt;can be endlessly recombined&lt;br /&gt;into what the mind&lt;br /&gt;marvels at as new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ten thousand and first&lt;br /&gt;comes from the willingness&lt;br /&gt;to leave the land&lt;br /&gt;of the ten thousand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond imagination&lt;br /&gt;beyond imagination&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-4594219714727677940?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4594219714727677940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=4594219714727677940' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/4594219714727677940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/4594219714727677940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/beyond-imagination.html' title='Beyond imagination'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-3422805351864547563</id><published>2010-03-30T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:52:01.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple of Isness</title><content type='html'>We wander all over&lt;br /&gt;with the mind&lt;br /&gt;in the mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come home&lt;br /&gt;to this body&lt;br /&gt;in this body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This body is&lt;br /&gt;reality in form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temple of isness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-3422805351864547563?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3422805351864547563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=3422805351864547563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/3422805351864547563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/3422805351864547563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/temple-of-isness.html' title='Temple of Isness'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-2119321281508594926</id><published>2010-03-24T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:44:25.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This moment is God</title><content type='html'>Life presents this moment&lt;br /&gt;and in the mind&lt;br /&gt;we say it is this way:&lt;br /&gt;good, bad and &lt;br /&gt;a whole host of other labels&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And mind says &lt;br /&gt;this is not how it should be;&lt;br /&gt;this moment -&lt;br /&gt;it should be better&lt;br /&gt;and different&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And so we have this moment&lt;br /&gt;but we don't taste it&lt;br /&gt;pulled away from it &lt;br /&gt;by mind's ideas&lt;br /&gt;of how it should be instead&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then perhaps we are drawn&lt;br /&gt;to something beyond mind's words&lt;br /&gt;and we fall deeply in love&lt;br /&gt;with this moment &lt;br /&gt;just as it is&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh the profound joy of it&lt;br /&gt;The unbreakability of it&lt;br /&gt;The wholeheartedness of it&lt;br /&gt;The fulfillment of it&lt;br /&gt;This moment is God!&lt;br /&gt;God is but this moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-2119321281508594926?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2119321281508594926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=2119321281508594926' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/2119321281508594926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/2119321281508594926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-moment-is-god.html' title='This moment is God'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-3597583100674457433</id><published>2010-03-16T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T14:29:23.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Sorrow visits</title><content type='html'>Have you had someone visit&lt;br /&gt;from the Sorrow family?&lt;br /&gt;Did you allow him in at all?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you did, but reluctantly?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Sorrow family has a bad name&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you have experienced&lt;br /&gt;this sometime in an earlier visit?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So when he smiled, you didn't&lt;br /&gt;And when he offered a hand&lt;br /&gt;you didn't take it&lt;br /&gt;And when he gave a hug you held back?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you tried to figure out&lt;br /&gt;how this recent visit&lt;br /&gt;was related to others in your past?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you started remembering&lt;br /&gt;how others in your family&lt;br /&gt;were hurt by some&lt;br /&gt;among the Sorrows?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you tried to analyze&lt;br /&gt;if somehow you had invited&lt;br /&gt;quite inadvertently,&lt;br /&gt;this unwanted guest into your home?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And in all this flurry of thought&lt;br /&gt;lost in your own world&lt;br /&gt;you didn't even sit this Sorrow down&lt;br /&gt;nor offer him some tea&lt;br /&gt;or learn anything about him alas&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this one was nothing&lt;br /&gt;like his family at all&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps he had no bad intentions&lt;br /&gt;but simply stopped by, passing through&lt;br /&gt;seeking only to embrace you&lt;br /&gt;for a moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you might &lt;br /&gt;have enjoyed his visit&lt;br /&gt;and made a friend,&lt;br /&gt;never needing to fear&lt;br /&gt;another Sorrow again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-3597583100674457433?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3597583100674457433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=3597583100674457433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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nobody&lt;br /&gt;Who this is not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cannot be given us&lt;br /&gt;Nor taken from us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what comes between&lt;br /&gt;You and this?&lt;br /&gt;What insists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am not this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a voice&lt;br /&gt;in the head&lt;br /&gt;That is already this&lt;br /&gt;through and through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-2928161661660059095?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2928161661660059095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=2928161661660059095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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separation &lt;br /&gt;seeking wholeness&lt;br /&gt;in mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-2613269913255574730?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2613269913255574730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=2613269913255574730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/2613269913255574730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/2613269913255574730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/coming-from-wholeness.html' title='Coming from wholeness'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-6914318978554028998</id><published>2010-02-04T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:23:37.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unearned love</title><content type='html'>Something is afraid to fall&lt;br /&gt;into this love&lt;br /&gt;that is so steady&lt;br /&gt;and so unearned&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Something can't accept&lt;br /&gt;this okness&lt;br /&gt;that is so everpresent&lt;br /&gt;and so unconditional&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Something says&lt;br /&gt;I'd be a fool&lt;br /&gt;to let down my guard&lt;br /&gt;so completely&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Something says nothing&lt;br /&gt;could be that constant&lt;br /&gt;and be relied on&lt;br /&gt;so absolutely&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Afraid of being hurt&lt;br /&gt;by its own innocence&lt;br /&gt;something wears a mask&lt;br /&gt;of continual mistrust&lt;br /&gt;viewing everything&lt;br /&gt;through narrow slits&lt;br /&gt;fashioned by fear&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What will it take&lt;br /&gt;to let oneself slip&lt;br /&gt;into the ocean of love&lt;br /&gt;that is oneself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-6914318978554028998?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6914318978554028998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=6914318978554028998' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6914318978554028998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6914318978554028998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/unearned-love.html' title='Unearned love'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-7532118066233481214</id><published>2010-01-22T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T11:41:20.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncondtional love</title><content type='html'>We look for&lt;br /&gt;unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;in being loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;is in the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The undivided attention&lt;br /&gt;to what is&lt;br /&gt;right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-7532118066233481214?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7532118066233481214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=7532118066233481214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7532118066233481214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7532118066233481214'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;There's an elephant in the room&lt;br /&gt;We know there is&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Too solid to miss&lt;br /&gt;Yet missed anyways&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This one doesn't trumpet&lt;br /&gt;Does not need to make noise&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even move&lt;br /&gt;It is very still&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It isn't grey or brown&lt;br /&gt;It has no color&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We try to feel its shape&lt;br /&gt;but it has no boundary&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We walk about the room&lt;br /&gt;holding our hands out&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is everywhere we touch,&lt;br /&gt;this strange elephant&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So we get a clever idea&lt;br /&gt;We try to push it away&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We push and we push&lt;br /&gt;Then a curious thing happens&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The elephant allows the pushing&lt;br /&gt;It offers no fight!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So we feel kind of silly&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't stop there&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The elephant surrounds&lt;br /&gt;every hand that is pushing&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wait - the elephant &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every hand that is pushing&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; every hand&lt;br /&gt;that's pushing itself away!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is so so vast&lt;br /&gt;It is the room itself&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No - the building, the road&lt;br /&gt;the earth, the sky&lt;br /&gt;the universe, outer space ...&lt;br /&gt;everything everywhere....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This elephant is not vast&lt;br /&gt;It is vastness itself&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Boy we are sure&lt;br /&gt;this is no ordinary elephant&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Heck we can see&lt;br /&gt;this is no elephant at all!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What is it, what is it&lt;br /&gt;we frantically ask&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This 'thing' that is here&lt;br /&gt;but cannot be named&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This thing that is solid&lt;br /&gt;but cannot be touched?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And then the final touch&lt;br /&gt;The absolute masterstroke&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This' thing' is not separate &lt;br /&gt;from the me who is asking&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This 'thing' is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asking &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;itself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; what I am!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This 'thing' is I&lt;br /&gt;I am this 'thing'! :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The vastness can come&lt;br /&gt;in limited form too&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The elephant in the room&lt;br /&gt;that non-elephant 'thing'&lt;br /&gt;is an elephant too&lt;br /&gt;after all! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Truth, you know,&lt;br /&gt;is stranger than fiction :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-5389944328923655047?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eXW497dTwQQ/S1Ix51B6o8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/MYeyG_W8wwk/s72-c/om.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-1671173011455283119</id><published>2010-01-09T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:04:34.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is real</title><content type='html'>What is real&lt;br /&gt;needs no dressing up&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What is not real&lt;br /&gt;needs to be shrouded&lt;br /&gt;in complexity&lt;br /&gt;and in sophistication&lt;br /&gt;in cleverness&lt;br /&gt;and in brilliance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the void&lt;br /&gt;that nobody can escape&lt;br /&gt;is frightened of &lt;br /&gt;itself as the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;it continually seeks&lt;br /&gt;to fill itself up&lt;br /&gt;with this and that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the void&lt;br /&gt;that nobody can miss&lt;br /&gt;recognizes itself&lt;br /&gt;as all there is&lt;br /&gt;it is the fullness&lt;br /&gt;bursting out&lt;br /&gt;in all directions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-1671173011455283119?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1671173011455283119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=1671173011455283119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/1671173011455283119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/1671173011455283119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-real.html' title='What is real'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-1183400276607198228</id><published>2010-01-02T14:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:55:43.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Willingness - 2</title><content type='html'>If there is unwillingness&lt;br /&gt;don't take it&lt;br /&gt;as the absence&lt;br /&gt;of willingness&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Willingness is here&lt;br /&gt;alongside&lt;br /&gt;unwillingness&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Simply notice it&lt;br /&gt;and it reveals itself&lt;br /&gt;ever more clearly&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is not grace&lt;br /&gt;that hides sometimes&lt;br /&gt;or presents itself selectively&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is grace&lt;br /&gt;everpresent&lt;br /&gt;Only mind does the hiding&lt;br /&gt;from grace&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Grace is here right now&lt;br /&gt;offering this possibility&lt;br /&gt;to simply notice&lt;br /&gt;the willingness that always is&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Such love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-1183400276607198228?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1183400276607198228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=1183400276607198228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/1183400276607198228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/1183400276607198228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/willingness-2.html' title='Willingness - 2'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-2524475272279633391</id><published>2010-01-01T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:55:01.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Willingness - 1</title><content type='html'>When the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;willingness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to meet this moment&lt;br /&gt;meets this moment&lt;br /&gt;it opens its arms&lt;br /&gt;and says &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the willingness to suffer&lt;br /&gt;meets suffering&lt;br /&gt;it opens its arms&lt;br /&gt;and says &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am here for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the willingness to fear&lt;br /&gt;meets fear&lt;br /&gt;it opens its arms&lt;br /&gt;and says &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hold you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willingness does&lt;br /&gt;what will cannot&lt;br /&gt;Willingness does not arise&lt;br /&gt;from will&lt;br /&gt;but grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-2524475272279633391?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2524475272279633391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=2524475272279633391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/2524475272279633391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/2524475272279633391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/willingness.html' title='Willingness - 1'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-4163172326493567399</id><published>2009-12-22T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:30:49.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subtle holding</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we identify with a particular belief very strongly. So strongly that the belief is living us. Do you know what I am talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher Adya, calls it a core belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our very life is unfolding from that belief so that everything we do, including what we do on the spiritual journey, is in accordance with this belief. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then we are the living embodiment of that belief pattern. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When we are living the belief in this way we cannot see the belief in operation, because there is no objectivity around it - we are too identified with it. To see it requires a distance from it which we do not have because we are it and we are only it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then at some point grace intervenes and we can see the belief.  We have gained some distance from it and we can see how our life is being run by it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;However even if we see it quite clearly, the belief still seems to be playing out in our lives. And this can be confusing and frustrating.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself in this situation, then perhaps what follows may be useful for you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let's take a concrete example. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let's say that the belief is a need for appreciation. So there is a strong desire for appreciation that is playing itself out in your life. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now everything that is born has a certain stickiness to it. The degree of stickiness can vary enormously, but once something is born there is a finite period of time for which it is sustained. And then it dies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some things that are born have a great stickiness and they are greatly self-sustaining. The kind of belief that we have been discussing is an example of this. It is by nature very sticky and wants to live. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So the strong desire for appreciation is very sticky. It uses every trick in the book to stay alive. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let's say that this desire for appreciation were fulfilled and you experienced great appreciation. What would this mean for the desire for appreciation? What is a fulfilled desire? Is it a desire anymore? No - A fulfilled desire is a dead desire. Right?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The strong desire for appreciation which is very sticky does not want to die and so it does not want to be fulfilled. Of course this sounds completely counter-intuitive and contradictory. But don't go by the analysis of this, go by &lt;em&gt;your experience &lt;/em&gt;of how the belief plays out for you.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So the strong desire for appreciation, in order to stay alive, avoids total fulfillment. However it is very skillful and it will accept partial fulfillment. So you will surely feel appreciated sometimes. But then that goes away and the old hunger arises again and is even stronger! Right?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this strong desire for appreciation may even use a subtle and totally contradictory pattern to sustain itself. It may actually and very subtly seek &lt;em&gt;rejection&lt;/em&gt;. Perhaps this is the point where you may completely dismiss what I am saying here as rubbish and so be it. :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What happens to you when you have a strong desire for appreciation, and then you feel rejected? You immediately want appreciation oh so much more, right?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everytime there is an experience of rejection, the desire for appreciation gains a new lease of life as it kicks back in with greater force. The desire for appreciation is so sticky that it can even use a totally opposite thing like rejection to further its goal of survival.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you know what I am talking about then you know how this feels - like being pulled in opposite directions, so that the end result is one of stagnation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This contradictory push and pull is what makes it so confusing. You may be aware of your need for appreciation and then you become aware of your being drawn to rejection in your life experience. And you wonder what is really going on! Right?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So you can check in your experience if the rejection bit is simply a mechanism of survival for your strong need for appreciation. And then if it is the case and you can see it for what it is, you may experience a clearing of the confusion. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What is true for a desire for appreciation can also be true for other strong patterns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have witnessed a case of great aversion to life. The experience of it for the most part was an apathy towards life in general and even a casual nonchalance towards death. But then a grave illness came about, and gave rise to a terror of dying. And now life became about illness and fear and so the aversion to such a life became even stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time confusion was being experienced in this push-pull of I don't want to live but I don't want to die! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Until it was seen in perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we see our core belief patterns in perspective, it is not that they immediately dissolve but they get conscious space around them. And instead of being lived out unconsciously they play out their momentum in the light of consciousness. And we are not yanked around by them so much anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This releases blocked energy within us and something new and more free has space to be born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-4163172326493567399?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4163172326493567399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=4163172326493567399' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/4163172326493567399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/4163172326493567399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/subtle-holding.html' title='Subtle holding'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-8926341166127715894</id><published>2009-11-23T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:05:30.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not one</title><content type='html'>In an absolute paradox (pardon the pun :-)), oneness lives in the way of not one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the ego tries to define us as someone, something much bigger than ego knows that it is not that one. It is not any one - not this one and not that one - not any particular one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read about this without having experienced it can be confusing. And experiencing it can be disorienting to the mind. The mind seeks certainty and likes to be someone - someone particular - someone predictable who can be described and defined in a specific way. Until it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is that inbetween place, when something here can no longer really believe in the story of being someone particular. Still there can be a sort of half-hearted believing for a while. But rest assured this belief is very surely on its way out. And sooner rather than later that belief evaporates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, during this experience it seems like life around us continues on pretty much as before, and we still find ourselves amidst the same or similar situations as before. But now there is no particular someone dealing with those situations. Instead there is an openness that can still hear and see what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what is disorienting to mind. It doesn't know how to deal with life without being someone. So it may keep attempting to settle into being someone and reacting to what is happening as that someone. But it cannot really sustain that act for very long. So right in the middle of being someone, the belief in someone may just vanish and the openness may be revealed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be quite funny. We may find ourselves arguing a point (as someone) and then suddenly all interest in our own argument disappears and we are left holding nothing and feeling a little silly, and no doubt looking a lot sillier! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That this could happen sometimes - that mind could try to be someone - that isn't a problem. It pretends for a while and then it can't anymore. Without any interference from us, the drama simply passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However we may be tempted to interfere. All our interference is from the mind, and it can take the form of thoughts believed - thoughts like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be shaken from the openness&lt;br /&gt;I am still not really enlightened enough&lt;br /&gt;I should not look silly&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of these are true. But if believed in, they simply contract us again. So instead we can simply relax into what is happening, even if we are being someone again, or being silly or 'unspiritual'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this openness there is no attachment to being any one way, no attachment to appearing any one way. There is simply the freedom to be and the freedom to appear as any one. We are life responding to life and we are flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last statement seems contradictory? It is certainly paradoxical. For somehow, in a mysterious way, this openness that we are is no-one specific and yet can appear as specific things, without being confined to any one of them, without being defined as any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we find out the truth of how this works right where we are, as life unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This body doesn't suddenly evaporate. This life experience isn't suddenly blanked out. The facts of our life don't change. We continue to look the same and sound the same and appear the same (atleast on the outside). But there is no one left here who needs to hang on to any one appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are free - free to be what the moment demands of us - free to be the flow of life in this moment, as this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are free to be new and fresh. And there is no need to know in advance how to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By means unknown we are the unknown appearing as the known. What could be more amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-8926341166127715894?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8926341166127715894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=8926341166127715894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8926341166127715894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8926341166127715894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-one.html' title='Not one'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-1710025429061930009</id><published>2009-10-28T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:59:12.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This moment speaks</title><content type='html'>This moment speaks to me&lt;br /&gt;In a voice and way&lt;br /&gt;It has rarely used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Displaying its rich beauty&lt;br /&gt;Its sonorous silence&lt;br /&gt;Its bursting fullness&lt;br /&gt;in my being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, it says, at what I am&lt;br /&gt;Not what you thought&lt;br /&gt;My dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just time&lt;br /&gt;Marker for some event in your life&lt;br /&gt;Not the start of something&lt;br /&gt;Nor the end of something&lt;br /&gt;Not even the inbetween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though truth be told&lt;br /&gt;Inbetween&lt;br /&gt;comes closest to what I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you cast aside that&lt;br /&gt;You cast aside the inbetween&lt;br /&gt;In your hurry to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;And so you lose me&lt;br /&gt;and lose me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't lose you&lt;br /&gt;How could I?&lt;br /&gt;You come from my womb&lt;br /&gt;you are my own child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wander all over freely&lt;br /&gt;away from me&lt;br /&gt;and yet never outside&lt;br /&gt;for I am all there is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someday I call out to you&lt;br /&gt;And this time you say yes!&lt;br /&gt;And we come back home&lt;br /&gt;together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what I am&lt;br /&gt;I am you&lt;br /&gt;at home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-1710025429061930009?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1710025429061930009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=1710025429061930009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/1710025429061930009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/1710025429061930009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-moment-speaks.html' title='This moment speaks'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-760324611298087642</id><published>2009-10-12T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:27:51.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning spontaneously</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The mind presents us with all kinds of experience. And further, the mind articulates that experience in many different ways (depending on the experience), such as: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am working &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am sad &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am having a good time &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am watching a movie &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of mind's interest and attention is in the sensory experience of being happy or sad or engrossed in the movie or whatever else. But if we really look at experience (any experience), there are always 2 components to any experience: - one is the sensory part of the experience (as described above - happy, sad, etc)- two is the 'I am' part of the experience or the beingness implicit in any experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This component of 'I am' is the foundational experience without which the sensory experience cannot be had. In order for something to be experienced, there must be someone who experiences it. So we can say that "I am" is the primary experience and the sensory part is the secondary experience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then perhaps we can agree that we live most of our lives located in secondary experience alone. It can be said that the primary experience is mostly ignored or taken for granted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most spiritual paths invite us to turn to the primary experience. Many meditation techniques and spiritual practices are geared to anchor us in this I-amness or simply beingness. But when mind goes there it gets very bored. There is no excitement there. By contrast, it seems like the secondary experience is vast, varied and infinitely more interesting. So the mind turns right back there, and assures itself of, at the very least - an exciting time. :-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yet, at the same time, it may seem like there is a lingering, maybe small part of us that is getting a bit tired of the sensory stuff. Perhaps we find that we need ever new experiences to keep us interested, because what used to interest us simply lost its appeal. And although there is no dearth of new things, we may find that they have an old air about them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we find ourselves in somewhat of a quandary - wanting sensory experience and yet wanting more than just that. The next time this quandary is experienced (or anything else), and the mind says 'I am feeling confused', perhaps we can turn, ever so slightly, to the primary experience there, - I am - and give it a small bit of attention too. So that we find that our awareness holds &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;both&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - the experience of confusion and the experience of being. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We don't need to hold our attention there, we can just turn there when it occurs to us to do so. What we may find is that something expands out, and instead of feeling boxed into a tiny part of our reality - which is the sensory experience - we feel a spaciousness around experience, that is very relaxing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it is not just relaxing, it is perspective-altering. Stepping into I-amness, even for a split second, is stepping into the larger reality. And from here everything is seen differently. This world of experience that we have given so much importance to, begins to be seen in a much bigger context, and all experience is held more lightly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The split second of unforced turning to I-am ness is unimaginably powerful. In the mind it competes with a lifetime of other experiences, but in reality it works like seeds sprinkled in the ground - invisibly, silently and surely, yielding forests that change the landscape. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In this way, without force, we can start to reconnect with the primary experience of beingness and see where it takes us. There is no need to give up our attraction to secondary experience. We can simply turn to 'I am', when we remember and want to do so. We need not dedicate a pre-specified amount of time to this, nor assign a special place for this. It can happen anytime, anyplace - during work, during leisure, in the car or while walking... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best time to turn to 'I am' is when it happens spontaneously. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-760324611298087642?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/760324611298087642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=760324611298087642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/760324611298087642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/760324611298087642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/turning-spontaneously.html' title='Turning spontaneously'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-7602993382318176695</id><published>2009-09-30T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:10:58.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Advaita - 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The central teachings of Advaita, (and some other spiritual legacies), are few and stark. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What we take ourselves to be - we are not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What we are is the unknown or God or the Oneness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;As human beings we take ourselves to be separate from other human beings, from the world and from God. This is our lived experience. Our lived experience is that of separation. So the teachings seem contrary to our lived experience, and therefore utopian and fantastic. And yet when the time comes, they draw us to their discovery like moths to a flame. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The teachings point to the truth of what we are. And when we desire to know what we are, we come to the teaching. There is no faking this desire. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If something within us spontaneously stays curious about this even amidst all the intelligent protests of mind; if we find ourselves encountering this teaching in our lives again and again somehow, and some small part of us feels compelled to go there, then the desire is there and will chart its own course. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the teachings tell us that all separation is an illusion. But they don't discount our lived experience. Rather they help us to see that what we take ourselves to be has reality (as we already know), but it is the reality of a mirage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is very real when we are in it. But there is a larger reality within which the mirage itself occurs, and from which the mirage can be seen as a mirage. This larger reality which is simultaneously all-inclusive and yet totally empty is the oneness or non-duality that Advaita points to as our true nature. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is said above may give the impression that the great teachings are putting us on a self-improvement program, with a step-by-step process to becoming self-realized or the highest and best thing to be. :-) This is not so. Certainly our desire to know what we truly are may put us on a spiritual journey, but we are not somehow becoming the Oneness or God through the course of this journey. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are always and already the Oneness. There is no arriving someplace. Because every place is that. There is no becoming somebody. Because every body is that. There is no way to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that which we truly are. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the issue is that we don't see this or experience this clearly, and so we feel we are outside that somehow, separate from God, separate from all there is. All suffering derives from this sense of separation - the firm belief ensconced in mind and body that I am a separate being. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This has also been likened to dreaming. Within the dream everything seems real and we suffer and we rejoice. Yet the truth, as we see clearly, is that we wake up from the dream every morning and know it was just a dream. In other words it is the nature of the dream to be full of stories. Similarly it is the nature of human life to go through this experience of separation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The mind races ahead with questions as to why this might be so and how this truth can be realized and so on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Broadly speaking there are 2 aspects to this realization - one is the understanding of what is being pointed to and the other is the living of it. The authentic desire to know what we are is what orchestrates the spiritual journey for each one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is no telling what the journey may look like for anyone. For some (very rare few) there may be no experience of a journey at all. Understanding may dawn and it is lived in, as, of and through, that human form, right away. For most others (and certainly for me) the body-mind complex gradually transforms in the living of this realization. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yet the great paradox which is recognized is that the one that transforms is the same oneness, before, during and after the transformation! :-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are always and already that. And the experience of separation occurs within that which we are. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This oneness is not the opposite of many&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The many arise within it, as expressions of it, confused or otherwise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-7602993382318176695?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7602993382318176695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=7602993382318176695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7602993382318176695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7602993382318176695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-is-advaita-1.html' title='What is Advaita - 1'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-6498129818741734645</id><published>2009-09-08T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:43:02.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God dancing with God</title><content type='html'>Amazing discovery&lt;br /&gt;Silence can dance&lt;br /&gt;and does&lt;br /&gt;With noise&lt;br /&gt;and a whole host&lt;br /&gt;of unlikely partners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a dancer it is&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too clumsy&lt;br /&gt;for it&lt;br /&gt;to take into its arms&lt;br /&gt;and rejoice with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence the expert dancer&lt;br /&gt;dancing with a clod&lt;br /&gt;like me&lt;br /&gt;in a dance so intimate&lt;br /&gt;like God dancing with God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-6498129818741734645?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6498129818741734645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=6498129818741734645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6498129818741734645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6498129818741734645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-dancing-with-god.html' title='God dancing with God'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-1252538878180555091</id><published>2009-09-01T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:53:07.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No God</title><content type='html'>I enter the temple&lt;br /&gt;with bowed head&lt;br /&gt;and humble heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expecting to find&lt;br /&gt;a glorious god&lt;br /&gt;shining and pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to look up&lt;br /&gt;to this great one&lt;br /&gt;surrendering yet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what greets me&lt;br /&gt;is a mirror instead&lt;br /&gt;and a pristine image&lt;br /&gt;of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I at home&lt;br /&gt;in my room&lt;br /&gt;dressing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I see that&lt;br /&gt;this is the temple&lt;br /&gt;I entered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the god here?&lt;br /&gt;the perfect god&lt;br /&gt;I came to bow to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only answer&lt;br /&gt;is the steady image&lt;br /&gt;of myself&lt;br /&gt;looking at myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imperfect, flawed&lt;br /&gt;marred, worn down&lt;br /&gt;me looking at myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the temple bells&lt;br /&gt;smell the incense&lt;br /&gt;see the flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All offered in prayer&lt;br /&gt;to me?!&lt;br /&gt;And to you&lt;br /&gt;when you come here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No god&lt;br /&gt;other than you and I&lt;br /&gt;No god&lt;br /&gt;without you and I&lt;br /&gt;No god&lt;br /&gt;just you and I&lt;br /&gt;as God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-1252538878180555091?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-3404996889133594621</id><published>2009-07-23T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:41:33.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence in expression</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nothing to share&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but silence&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hearing itself echoed through sound&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;reading itself printed in words&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;watching itself unfold in images&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not needing expression&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yet in full expression everywhere!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-3404996889133594621?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3404996889133594621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=3404996889133594621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/3404996889133594621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/3404996889133594621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/silence-in-expression.html' title='Silence in expression'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-8904361379308221670</id><published>2009-07-05T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:52:19.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom lived</title><content type='html'>Freedom lived&lt;br /&gt;is leaving yourself&lt;br /&gt;the option to love&lt;br /&gt;the one who injures you&lt;br /&gt;if love arises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why take that&lt;br /&gt;off the table&lt;br /&gt;Freedom lived&lt;br /&gt;does not deny you&lt;br /&gt;anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom lived&lt;br /&gt;is free of the strategy&lt;br /&gt;to plot hatred&lt;br /&gt;against those who hate&lt;br /&gt;even subtly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom lived&lt;br /&gt;does not deny hatred&lt;br /&gt;If it arises&lt;br /&gt;it is allowed&lt;br /&gt;with unflinching love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the space&lt;br /&gt;between the leaves&lt;br /&gt;of a tree dancing&lt;br /&gt;with the wind&lt;br /&gt;Stillness within dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-8904361379308221670?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8904361379308221670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=8904361379308221670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8904361379308221670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8904361379308221670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/freedom-lived.html' title='Freedom lived'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-7695337163954616674</id><published>2009-06-30T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:18:29.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The eye of God</title><content type='html'>The eye of God is in all things, as all things, of all things and through all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the awareness that is inside all things. This is the awareness that we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This awareness is not dependent on the human mind as we sometimes believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human mind is a powerful, and possibly unique, vehicle for the awareness to express itself. But awareness does not depend on your being aware or my being aware. It is totally independent of the movement of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because of the way that the human mind understands awareness, we think that awareness needs objects to be aware of. And we think that the awareness is outside the objects, and separate from them. We think that awareness is aware of the objects from outside them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the eye of God is in all things and awareness is on the inside of all things as all things, and as nothing. We can call it the beingness or the isness or the presence inherent in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the awareness that is being pointed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest as &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; awareness, &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; beingness, even when the mind doesn't get it, for the mind is not the one that gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every protest of the mind is shot through with the beingness. Notice this in the next thought that says you don't get it. See the presence in the thought itself that dances in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are this vibrant dancing alive beingness and everything is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the eye of God seeing itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-7695337163954616674?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7695337163954616674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=7695337163954616674' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7695337163954616674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7695337163954616674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/eye-of-god.html' title='The eye of God'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-1806825507815645703</id><published>2009-06-21T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:22:38.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>There is a human compulsion to make sense of things. We want things to be connected, to reveal a pattern, to satisfy our lust for meaning. We want this moment to be strung together with the next and the one before it so we can put our arms around time and life - to make something of the unmade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't imagine a life where none of this is so - where each moment is on its own - orphaned. We can't imagine something so alone. It frightens us and chills us to the bone, as only something can that we know to be true. So we construct an elaborate facade and we collaborate to keep it strong and upright - not allowing each other to remember, lest the clear seeing of one become the undoing of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So precious is this life of meaning we say that we are willing to take its knocks just to live its grandeur. What garbage we feed ourselves. We are like a bird on the ground that does not know it has wings - and so it walks about and has little adventures - little triumphs and little mishaps. They don't really satisfy and so the bird uses its little beak of imagination to weave something grand out of the little things - and invents meaning for a filler - to fill the gaps between the little things so they can stick together and appear much bigger than they actually are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We allow ourselves to be fooled by a life woven this way - from imagination and empty fillers. Out of fear we continue weaving and building out the emptiness. Till it grows so big and so hungry it swallows us whole. And there is nothing again. The very nothing we tried to run from. It is everywhere we run. And all the running is only running into its lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can get desperate then and crumble or we can laugh - laugh a great big belly laugh. It is ridiculous to run from our self, believing we might escape the bugger. When what is running is the self. It is funny to realize this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the sound of our own laughter dissolves into the nothing. And it's like it never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something is forgotten deep inside us and something is remembered there but not from a memory. And we look into the distance. And a tree waves its leaves and the sunlight filters in through a window. And we blink our eyes. And it is all one thing. Everything is just one thing. And we choke on the lump in the throat and we are blinded by the rush of tears. Gratitude and peace course through the veins. And there is fullness to bursting. Like a ripe peach cracking its skin to share the sweet juiciness. We spill over with complete abandon, not even noticing what is given up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-1806825507815645703?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1806825507815645703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=1806825507815645703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/1806825507815645703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/1806825507815645703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-235890865648552866</id><published>2009-06-16T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:53:23.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearlessness</title><content type='html'>Fearlessness is not someplace&lt;br /&gt;Where fear becomes incapacitated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fearlessness is the willingness&lt;br /&gt;to be fearful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fearlessness does not mean&lt;br /&gt;the absence of fear&lt;br /&gt;Fearlessness is&lt;br /&gt;the allowing of fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can terrify that&lt;br /&gt;which is not afraid to be afraid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-235890865648552866?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/235890865648552866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=235890865648552866' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/235890865648552866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/235890865648552866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/fearlessness.html' title='Fearlessness'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-5353340360815372188</id><published>2009-06-11T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:56:11.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to lose, everything to gain</title><content type='html'>Maybe we come to the spiritual teachings because we are attracted to the peace they appear to promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we &lt;em&gt;stay&lt;/em&gt; with the spiritual teachings because we &lt;em&gt;taste&lt;/em&gt; the peace they appear to suggest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who can deny life its eccentricities? What can force life to provide us with unending peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life inevitably presents us with the 'unpeaceful' - death, sickness, loss, war, recession etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Perhaps you want to replace the word peace above with something else, like love, which resonates more strongly for you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we peaceful in these situations? What is our experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are like most seekers, then no - you are not peaceful in unpeaceful situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the spiritual teachings are unassailable, we know. They are infallible, we tell ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it must be that we are doing something wrong, - we are not seeking in the right way, we tell ourselves. &lt;em&gt;If we were doing this right, then unending peace would be our experience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may seem like a spiritually naive belief that seasoned seekers may scoff at. But if we look again, even veteran seekers may find some version of this inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we equate the end of seeking or &lt;em&gt;enlightenment &lt;/em&gt;with a state of unending peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And further, we often believe that this is something that can be &lt;em&gt;attained&lt;/em&gt;, whether it is by the right spiritual practices done the right way, or by the right transmission from the right teacher, or by the right kind of spiritual experience, or by the right spiritual attitude and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spiritual teachings that we revere so, consistently tell us one thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are already and always that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have given ourselves a new teaching:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can attain the experience of unending peace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply consider the vast gap between the above 2 statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet this is how all seekers (in some way or another) interprete the teachings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace (or love) is &lt;em&gt;only one&lt;/em&gt; of the myriad expressions of this that we are. If we insist on unending peace, we insist on denying every other expression. We insist on denying the fullness and vastness of what we are. In other words we insist on staying limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luckily we don't succeed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :-) We are the freedom and the infinite vastness no matter how contorted and cramped we find ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hear the teachings afresh. No old ideas needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are already and always that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peaceful is that and the unpeaceful is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love is that and the hatred is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right spiritual practice is that and the wrong spiritual practice is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right teacher is that and the wrong teacher is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right attitude is that and the wrong attitude is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are that through and through whatever you do and whoever you are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What prevents us from acknowledging this within us is &lt;em&gt;fear&lt;/em&gt;. All kinds of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear of losing control. The fear of having nothing to do. The fear of dying. The fear of not knowing. The fear of of being too great to be true. The fear of being too small to matter. The fear of letting go and finding our demons. The fear of losing the world. The fear of being cast out of humanity. The fear of losing everything and everyone we love. The fear of living. The fear of freedom. The fear of not caring. The fear of losing our image. The fear of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we run from fear. This is the natural human tendency. Until it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not necessary to run from fear. It is not necessary to run from fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we look at the fear? - gently and at our own pace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we see that something is &lt;em&gt;already&lt;/em&gt; allowing the fear to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt; that which is already allowing the fear to be? Can we look at fear from here? - in this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pressure to deal with the fear or fix it or resolve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we simply look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - It may not be very peaceful to look at fear. And that's why we have avoided the fear for so long. But the avoidance has not worked - it has not brought us peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the fear stands in the way of acknowledging what we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are ready, we can look at the fear and see what that brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the beauty of this is, that the fear itself is that - that even as we look at the fear, we are already that. And no matter what we find, we are already that. And everything we find is already that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have nothing to lose and everything to gain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-5353340360815372188?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5353340360815372188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=5353340360815372188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/5353340360815372188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/5353340360815372188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothing-to-lose-everything-to-gain.html' title='Nothing to lose, everything to gain'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-8180088634821857327</id><published>2009-06-04T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:17:42.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mask</title><content type='html'>Pure innocence arises&lt;br /&gt;in human form&lt;br /&gt;Pure innocence arises&lt;br /&gt;as thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then attachment occurs&lt;br /&gt;and thought becomes belief&lt;br /&gt;And this happens also&lt;br /&gt;in pure innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The belief becomes the mask&lt;br /&gt;through which we look&lt;br /&gt;And the world appears&lt;br /&gt;colored by belief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this way&lt;br /&gt;beliefs are amassed&lt;br /&gt;The mask becomes thicker&lt;br /&gt;and the world more complex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't realize&lt;br /&gt;that what we see&lt;br /&gt;is only a result&lt;br /&gt;of the masks we are wearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we take it all&lt;br /&gt;to be very real&lt;br /&gt;Until we don't&lt;br /&gt;And it is all pure innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a moment of grace&lt;br /&gt;our looking chances&lt;br /&gt;upon that&lt;br /&gt;through which we are looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see the mask&lt;br /&gt;and we see how&lt;br /&gt;it has shaped our world&lt;br /&gt;for so long now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mask may not&lt;br /&gt;slip off right away&lt;br /&gt;Infact it tends&lt;br /&gt;to cling in pure innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the mask&lt;br /&gt;has been seen you know&lt;br /&gt;And though nothing has changed&lt;br /&gt;This changes everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-8180088634821857327?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8180088634821857327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=8180088634821857327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8180088634821857327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8180088634821857327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/mask.html' title='The Mask'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-9066943706924791902</id><published>2009-05-31T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:46:19.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This I know</title><content type='html'>This I know&lt;br /&gt;that I don't want&lt;br /&gt;to live an idea&lt;br /&gt;even though&lt;br /&gt;it may bring me peace&lt;br /&gt;or wealth or joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I know&lt;br /&gt;that I want&lt;br /&gt;to live the truth&lt;br /&gt;whatever it may bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived ideas&lt;br /&gt;of all kinds.&lt;br /&gt;They do not satisfy&lt;br /&gt;but leave me parched&lt;br /&gt;yearning&lt;br /&gt;for what I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth I am free&lt;br /&gt;of the need&lt;br /&gt;to duck or hold&lt;br /&gt;any one thing.&lt;br /&gt;Wide wide open&lt;br /&gt;to all that arises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-9066943706924791902?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9066943706924791902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=9066943706924791902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/9066943706924791902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/9066943706924791902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-i-know.html' title='This I know'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-6969966356101885416</id><published>2009-05-18T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:02:36.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The great unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXW497dTwQQ/ShG8JzWJwcI/AAAAAAAAACg/nRMWZfoDyqE/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337253909998715330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXW497dTwQQ/ShG8JzWJwcI/AAAAAAAAACg/nRMWZfoDyqE/s200/rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; White light passing through a prism refracts into the rainbow. It cannot help this; it is its nature to refract into the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can change the reality of the rainbow's source or its true nature. It is light appearing in different colors. Now we may prefer one color to another, but what has that to do with what each color truly is? The seven colors can produce a kaleidoscopic reality of great beauty and intricacy. And we can enjoy the spectacular show. But the entire show is enabled by the light. The entire show is only a play of light. Miraculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same way, formlessness refracts through the great witnessing into the rainbow of this universe. And you arise and I arise and the moon and the stars, and we dance life. And we are all only the great unknown in different shades and shapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great witnessing is the prism that refracts. The great witnessing is the observer observing the observed. It is the observer that unfolds the observed, from deep within itself, such that the birth of the observer is simultaneously the birth of the observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can name these things and dress them in fancy words and classify them into elaborate systems and there is great joy in all that. But what remains unchanged? The true nature of all things. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is the great unknown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-6969966356101885416?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6969966356101885416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=6969966356101885416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6969966356101885416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6969966356101885416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/white-light-passing-through-prism.html' title='The great unknown'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eXW497dTwQQ/ShG8JzWJwcI/AAAAAAAAACg/nRMWZfoDyqE/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-6288523244018836251</id><published>2009-05-09T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:17:40.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the love?</title><content type='html'>Where is the love&lt;br /&gt;In pain or suffering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love&lt;br /&gt;In hatred and war?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love&lt;br /&gt;In death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rave and rant&lt;br /&gt;About this elusive love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bemoan&lt;br /&gt;Its startling absence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the anger&lt;br /&gt;Exhausts itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am back&lt;br /&gt;where I started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as I berate&lt;br /&gt;My 'lapse'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has allowed&lt;br /&gt;My outburst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something allows&lt;br /&gt;My self-judgement now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is ok&lt;br /&gt;with me&lt;br /&gt;exactly as I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to be different&lt;br /&gt;or better&lt;br /&gt;In its presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is equally present&lt;br /&gt;No matter who or what I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can there be&lt;br /&gt;A more restful love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-6288523244018836251?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6288523244018836251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=6288523244018836251' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6288523244018836251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6288523244018836251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-is-love.html' title='Where is the love?'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-4022101799815334084</id><published>2009-04-26T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T06:07:45.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking is avoidance - Part 2</title><content type='html'>What are some ways in which we avoid seeing what we are by our very &lt;em&gt;seeking&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see 2 fundamental ways in which seekers avoid the truth - procrastination and projection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is about waiting for enlightenment to occur to us. It can take various forms. But usually the mind picks on some particular spiritual information that it has read or heard about, and either obviously or subtly, converts that into a pre-requisite for our enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't yet had a big spiritual experience. When I have it then perhaps enlightenment may set in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have had one or many memorable spiritual experiences, but they don't last. They come and go. When I have one that stays then I will be truly enlightened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I am finally able to be rid of my anger, and be loving all the time, then I will know that I am enlightened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I can make the time to do more meditation (or inquiry), and when I can learn to do it right, then I may have a chance at enlightenment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I find the right teacher and receive the right transmission, then .......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is any of this familiar so far? Discover your own voice of procrastination. And see how it sustains the seeking. - Till you see that in this way we end up seeking only that which can be used to keep away the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projection is about putting the enlightenment onto another's shoulders. It's the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you-are-enlightened-and-I-am-not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pattern. Typically the teacher or someone else is held up as an exemplar that simply cannot be matched. The mind finds something unique about this enlightened other, that is then used to compare one's own experience with, and of course one's own experience always falls short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For e.g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This teacher talks about how they are in constant bliss. Now that is true enlightenment and it is simply not my experience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I go from teacher to teacher and I see clearly that they have all had some extraordinary experience that changed them forever and that is not my experience and will likely never be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My experience contradicts what the enlightened one says, so my experience is wrong. I can never be what she is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that amazing enlightened one! How could I (with all my faults) be the same as that one? What blasphemy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this sounds familiar? Check in to find your own version of projection. And notice if it is not infact used to reassert a comfortable belief - that you are not enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do we try to avoid the truth of what we are? Especially when we profess to want it so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has much to do with the fear of realizing the truth fully. - The fear of disappearing as this ego-mind, the fear of taking full responsibility for everything, the fear of being completely alone, the fear of losing control and the fear of dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what to do about this fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Anything that is done to counter the fear actually stems from fear - the fear of fear. Instead we can take the opportunity to see clearly. Seeing clearly means seeing what is just as it is, without having to interprete it through the lens of judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we see the various ways in which we are avoiding the truth of ourselves, then simply by that act of seeing, something starts to open up. It clears the way for a dropping of the resistance to the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect this to be experienced in any one particular way. Discover and enjoy how it wishes to manifest in your own experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-4022101799815334084?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4022101799815334084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=4022101799815334084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/4022101799815334084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/4022101799815334084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/seeking-is-avoidance-part-2.html' title='Seeking is avoidance - Part 2'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-7892674724199899353</id><published>2009-04-20T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:09:15.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking is avoidance - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Seeking is avoidance.  Have you seen that in yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking is the dance between the deep desire for the truth and the avoidance of the truth, of what we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desire for the truth holds our integrity. - That which yearns to fully meet itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The avoidance of the truth holds our resistance. - That which is afraid of what the truth may really mean for the I, for the body-mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desire for the truth comes from beyond the I, despite the I.  The avoidance of the truth comes from the I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desire for the truth bestows the grace of the breakthroughs. The avoidance attaches to the breakthroughs - the lack of them and the presence of them - as though they were the only truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it is the deep desire for the truth that enables us to see that we are in avoidance of the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking is avoidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking is seeing the avoidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking is seeing the dropping of avoidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking ceases. The joy of  continual discovery begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has changed. Everything has changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-7892674724199899353?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7892674724199899353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=7892674724199899353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7892674724199899353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7892674724199899353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/seeking-is-avoidance-part-1.html' title='Seeking is avoidance - Part 1'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-301272245221857080</id><published>2009-04-12T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:44:50.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart to heart</title><content type='html'>When we look from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Into the heart of all things&lt;br /&gt;We find the same innocence&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we look at something&lt;br /&gt;And miss the heart here and there&lt;br /&gt;We find the same separateness&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price of separateness&lt;br /&gt;Is the loss of innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The separate one does not deem this&lt;br /&gt;To be a great loss&lt;br /&gt;Nor a high price&lt;br /&gt;To pay for its existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember that separation too&lt;br /&gt;Is born from the oneness&lt;br /&gt;And the innocence&lt;br /&gt;And returns to it surely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-301272245221857080?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/301272245221857080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=301272245221857080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/301272245221857080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/301272245221857080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/heart-to-heart.html' title='Heart to heart'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-8664872075590609973</id><published>2009-04-07T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:09:51.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom of Silence</title><content type='html'>The freedom of silence&lt;br /&gt;Is not that it escapes noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freedom of silence&lt;br /&gt;Is that it does not personalize noise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-8664872075590609973?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-8593312821797323933</id><published>2009-03-30T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T06:36:38.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence expressed</title><content type='html'>I find myself sitting down&lt;br /&gt;To write this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the fingers fly&lt;br /&gt;on the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At other times&lt;br /&gt;They meander&lt;br /&gt;Taking their own time&lt;br /&gt;to form words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the hand is poised&lt;br /&gt;over the letters&lt;br /&gt;And the silence comes&lt;br /&gt;Only silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long&lt;br /&gt;I sit this way&lt;br /&gt;With the silence&lt;br /&gt;And the potential for words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while&lt;br /&gt;The eyes open&lt;br /&gt;The fingers fly again&lt;br /&gt;And these words appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence takes shape&lt;br /&gt;Silence takes form&lt;br /&gt;Silence wears a mask&lt;br /&gt;Of meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all silence&lt;br /&gt;Beckoning us back home&lt;br /&gt;to silence&lt;br /&gt;through noise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-8593312821797323933?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8593312821797323933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=8593312821797323933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8593312821797323933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8593312821797323933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/silence-expressed.html' title='Silence expressed'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-1194863695642816872</id><published>2009-03-20T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:48:08.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How foolish!</title><content type='html'>When I wish to be free of mind&lt;br /&gt;How foolish I am being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When have I been free of mind?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday says the mind&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday in meditation&lt;br /&gt;I was free of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is&lt;br /&gt;That today rolled around&lt;br /&gt;And mind appeared again&lt;br /&gt;As it always does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something shifts&lt;br /&gt;And mind is mostly quiet here&lt;br /&gt;But here is there&lt;br /&gt;And mind is active there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how foolish of me&lt;br /&gt;To seek my rest&lt;br /&gt;In quiet mind&lt;br /&gt;Here or there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only rest&lt;br /&gt;Is alongside mind&lt;br /&gt;Inside it even&lt;br /&gt;Right in its sweet lap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is real freedom&lt;br /&gt;So untouched&lt;br /&gt;By mind's noise&lt;br /&gt;And by mind's silence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-1194863695642816872?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1194863695642816872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=1194863695642816872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/1194863695642816872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/1194863695642816872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-foolish.html' title='How foolish!'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-7657261491334151262</id><published>2009-03-15T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:25:33.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That simple</title><content type='html'>What will this moment bring?&lt;br /&gt;This moment arrives&lt;br /&gt;And I find out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is that simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-7657261491334151262?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7657261491334151262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=7657261491334151262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7657261491334151262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7657261491334151262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/that-simple.html' title='That simple'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-5542442775940201605</id><published>2009-03-06T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:48:18.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What sees I?</title><content type='html'>A question pops up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am this human expression - is it true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look into the mirror. I see this familiar face. I see the corners of the mouth turn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am deeply conscious of this that is looking - looking at this face and its reflection. It is looking at the eyes looking at the eyes. How strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am this human expression - is it true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This human expression is ever-changing. This body-mind is never the same from one year to the next, from one week to the next, from one day to the next, even from one moment to the next. One moment I am not smiling, then in the next moment I am! One moment my tooth is attached to the gum and in the next moment it comes unattached. One moment I am not in pain and then in the next moment, the pain starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment I am not conceived, and in the next moment I am. One moment I am not dead and in the next moment ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This human expression is ever-changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet something always call itself &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;. What is it that holds to calling itself &lt;em&gt;I? What is I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body moves. The legs start up and walk the body into the kitchen. The hands move and reach out for this and that. A cup of tea is ready. The cup is lifted to the mouth. The tea is tasted. The eyes close briefly in appreciation. The legs walk this back here, with cup of tea in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action is happening. The heart is beating. The lungs are breathing. The bird is flying. The tree is gently waving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;in all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here - in &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; body-mind - is it true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look into the mirror again. I see the wall behind, a bottle, a candle-holder. Am I &lt;em&gt;there, in those&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I touch the space separating this here from that there. The space is filled with thoughts. They are quite wispy. They just float about. It is very clearly seen that if attachment occurs to any of them, and if they are believed, - even a tiny bit, then wham - the wispy thoughts become a sticky quagmire, sucking more and more identity into them. And with that attachment, a vast distance develops between this &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; here and everything else. The separate &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; is birthed from the attachment to thought. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something sees all this very calmly, as though in complete empathy and understanding. What is it that sees the &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; being born? What is it that sees the &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;live? What is it that sees the &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; die?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What sees &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-5542442775940201605?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5542442775940201605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=5542442775940201605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/5542442775940201605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/5542442775940201605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-knows-i.html' title='What sees I?'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-6109855252722688774</id><published>2009-02-25T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:08:55.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being good and being spiritual</title><content type='html'>Oddly enough, sometimes being true to oneself and being &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; can be 2 different things. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most human beings, including the spiritual seeker, have a certain common idea of what it means to be &lt;em&gt;good,&lt;/em&gt; - to be a&lt;em&gt; good&lt;/em&gt; person. A good person is one who is kind and considerate, loving and generous, good-tempered and helpful. When a person is unkind or angry or unhelpful, we don't think of that person as being so good. Is this not true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are very deeply entrenched beliefs in the human psyche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can describe the spiritual path as one where all beliefs come undone. - Even the most widely held, universally claimed and deeply entrenched ones - such as what it means to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my own experience and that of those I am with, I find that most spiritual seekers have a very strong resistance to the dropping of this belief in being good. We equate being spiritual with being &lt;em&gt;very good&lt;/em&gt;. How can it be otherwise? We have heard and read of saints and sages and Gods who personify and embody the good virtues listed above. So it comes as a bit of a shock when we are nudged to see that even being &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;, in the commonly accepted human sense, can be simply another belief. And we are frightened of seeing through this belief. This is very natural. The fear is that if this belief drops away then we will somehow be bad people, or, at the very least our bad side will show up more. We think that our belief in being good is what keeps the bad demons away. We don't want to be bad and we don't want to be seen to be bad. We don't want to hurt ourselves or the other. So we cling to this belief in being good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does any of this strike a chord so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not saying that being good is bad. :-) Infact this belief can arise in great innocence, and is very well-intentioned. And who among us would not prefer 'good' behavior to 'bad' behavior? But good and bad are ideas too and all ideas are eventually seen through. So I am simply saying that when we no longer resist seeing this apparently difficult truth, then this belief can be seen through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we cling to the belief in being good, we are basically insuring ourselves from finding out our &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt; side. So the belief in being good is fuelled by a fear of discovering how bad we may actually be. The belief in being good is rooted in fear. And fear is rooted in separation. Only one that believes herself to be separate, is fearful for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's take a minute to see how this belief in being good plays out in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to be good. We curb what arises naturally and try to make it conform with our idea of good. We censor our words and actions. We speak lies to avoid uncomfortable truths. We &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; lies to fend off inconvenient truths. We blame ourselves and others when badness escapes our watch anyways and manifests as anger or unkindness. We feel conflicted inside, over our actions, and the actions of others. We feel like we must be on constant guard. We feel tense and constrained in body and mind. We feel superior to the less good people. We build up our image of virtuosity and feel inflated by it. And then we feel deflated when we slip into the slightest deviation. And on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiously the belief never really sets out to achieve what it intends. Does it? Look within yourself. Do you believe in being good as a credo? Has it effectively stopped you from being 'bad'? Of course the mind's comeback is that although it doesn't stop badness, it keeps it in check. Yes? No - that is not my experience and if you are interested, I invite you to discover what is really true for you, beyond what mind says. You may be very surprised by what you discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the spiritual seeker, there is the added issue of spiritual image. How can one be spiritual and bad at the same time? No, no - one must avoid being bad and being seen to be bad. That would not be spiritual at all. So we hold back and pull back and perpetuate this violence upon ourselves and others, all in the service of this belief in being good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I call it violence? When we resist something using force, it is violence, is it not? And when we force ourselves to act good, it is violence upon ourselves. When we force others to be good as per our ideas of good, we are being violent towards them. I am not saying it is right or wrong. But it is violence. And we can see for ourselves how this violence feels inside us and how it affects the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, all the time, despite the extent of our suffering around this belief, we feel a certain sense of relief and validation that at least we are trying to be good, just like everyone around us. There is a safety about this trying, because it brings us membership to the human club. This sustains the belief. No need to blame ourselves for this - this just happens. Our need for safety and affiliation is so strong that we are willing to pay a very very high price for it. Until we are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are no longer willing to pay this high price, we are willing to look deeply into this belief. We are willing to confront the fear that upholds annd perpetuates this belief and all its suffering. We are willing to see that good and bad are both only ideas based on a certain perspective. We see that when we accept living in fear and suffering, then we feed that fear and suffering in everyone around us. This is a gut-wrenching discovery that brings us to our knees. It turns our world upside-down. For we see that our very attempts to not harm, when frozen into this belief in being good, can generate suffering within and without! When this belief dissolves, humility and gratitude flow. Fear starts to be dislodged and freedom begins to take its place. This is the freedom of one who no longer believes herself to be separate from the flow of life and all that it brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The belief in being good drops away. And the wisdom of the moment is free to arise. This is the wisdom of wholeness. It may express itself as love, kindness, compassion, understanding, appreciation, gratitude and peace. But make no mistake, nothing is exempt from this freedom; nothing is denied. So anger may arise too. But it is not held back from fear and so it is free to serve its purpose and pass, in freedom. And when we live in this freedom and act from it, then the freedom radiates out, and everything and everyone around us can be free too. This is to be true to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images arise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Brahma creating the world and Lord Shiva destroying it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ on the cross and Jesus Christ dealing with the money-lenders,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanzeon, the Bodhisattva of compassion and Manjushri wielding the sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in service to the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-6109855252722688774?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6109855252722688774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=6109855252722688774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6109855252722688774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6109855252722688774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-good-and-being-spiritual.html' title='Being good and being spiritual'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-7977028826656240134</id><published>2009-02-14T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:09:50.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is looking?</title><content type='html'>What do you see right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering? Bad times? Anger? Sorrow? Evil? Rudeness? Confusion? Mistakes? Discontent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy? Peace? Love? Contentment? Fun? Excitement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any mix of the above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how what you see affects how you feel. Whether the anger or peace arises outside you or inside you, notice that there is a response inside you. What is that response? More feelings? More thoughts? Notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that all of these are objects in awareness. You are aware of the anger, the peace, other feelings and thoughts. They are not aware of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get caught up in what we are experiencing and looking at. &lt;em&gt;But who is looking?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what is being looked at, there is always the one that is looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is seen depends on &lt;em&gt;who&lt;/em&gt; is seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this at work in your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with the most basic thing that we take so for granted - the physical world. What appears as a red flower to us human beings appears differently to different species in the animal world. Some species can perceive only one color and others can perceive a wider range of colors than the human eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are functional differences. What may appear as an insignificant ant to a hiker on a trail appears as food to an anteater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course there are emotional variances. Two people faced with the same circumstances may see different things and respond differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At many levels then, we can notice that what is seen depends on who is looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world of objects is so fascinating to us that we keep going from one object to another in wonder. Built into this fascination is a desire to find better and better objects. This fuels the looking. And it is natural and fine as long as it lasts. But many of us begin to experience a kind of dreariness to this endless looking. Then at some point we tire altogether of what seems like a wildgoose chase. That's when we can get interested in the question: &lt;em&gt;Who is looking?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question begins to draw us inward, as we begin to get interested in the perspective that looks out. At first when we ask ourselves this question, we may come across different perspectives. An example that many people can relate with, is that when we see anger within ourselves, asking this question &lt;em&gt;Who is looking?&lt;/em&gt; often reveals somebody filled with fear. And we can simply acknowledge this fearful one. And we can see that when fear is looking, then anger is seen and experienced. Now we have stepped back, behind the anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly other sights may reveal other perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we continue to ask this question, (at a pace that does not feel forced in any way) we begin to step further and further back. So to continue the example above, when we contact the fearful one fully, we may see that even this fear is only an object - it is being seen and experienced. So it is natural to ask the question again - &lt;em&gt;Who is looking?&lt;/em&gt; And we may find yet another perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not suggesting that we do this as a process to reach a certain objective. What I am suggesting is that if this question interests you, then this process may arise quite naturally. There may appear to be a little effort in asking the question at first, and then it may just start happen quite frequently on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We begin to see that all the perspectives, or the ones who are looking, are finally objects in themselves. And as we step further and further back, we begin to &lt;em&gt;be what we always and already are - that empty self-aware awareness within which everything arises. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no gain from this. And the curious thing is there is no interest in any gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-7977028826656240134?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7977028826656240134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=7977028826656240134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7977028826656240134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7977028826656240134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-is-looking.html' title='Who is looking?'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-8352134451716577747</id><published>2009-02-05T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T05:14:52.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circles and dots</title><content type='html'>The teacher drew a large circle on a paper pasted to a board. Then he turned to his students and said, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the great circle of being. Nobody and nothing is outside it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students listened with rapt attention, some nodding their heads in understanding, and others closing their eyes in meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Each one of you is fully contained within this circle. See this very clearly, each one of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, continued the teacher, scanning all the faces before him intently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a tentative hand raised itself. And a young new student stood up and cleared his throat nervously. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sir, may I share what I am seeing and ask a question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; he asked, hesitatingly. The teacher's eyes bore into the young man's even as he nodded his assent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; began the student, clearing his throat again, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for two days now you have shown us this circle of being and told us to see that we are each inside it. But I don't see that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He paused to take note of the teacher's expression, and finding only an even intensity there he made bold to continue. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I see myself as being outside the circle&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; he said a little more confidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher's expression softened a bit as he turned to the board and picked up the pen. He drew a small dot outside the circle. Then pointing his pen at the student, he smiled and said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Is this where you find yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The student nodded and looked around at the other students. Most of them were now paying close attention. Then the teacher turned back to the board and with great flourish, drew another larger circle, so that the dot was inside this new circle. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There now, it is fixed&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he said beaming at the student,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You are fully within the circle of being.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the students&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;chuckled and others nodded in appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student looked nonplussed, then started to sit down as if this was as far as he could get, when the teacher stabbed the air with his pen and said &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, no, don't believe me&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Look inside again and see what you find this time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then turning to the other students, he said, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of you - I want you to look inside again. But first, is there anyone here who has never had the same question as this young man? Maybe some of you found the answer sometime back. But allow the answer to refresh itself in this moment. Don't bank on past memories of an answer. See what is true right now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students all became very quiet, and a period of silence followed. At one point the teacher called out to the young student and said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I see you are ready to share something. What do you find?&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; The student stood up and said, a bit sheepishly, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I still see myself as being outside that new circle, Sir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;He bit his lip anxiously. But the teacher only smiled and drawing another dot outside the second circle, asked, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Like this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;When the student nodded, the teacher nodded too and again with great flourish drew a third circle on the board such that the new dot was inside it. Then without a word, he turned to the student again and raised his eyebrow. The student nodded slightly, sat down and closed his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scene was faithfully repeated many times over the next few days. During this time some of the students went from great discomfort to a kind of settling down. Still others, like the young student, seemed to be ok and took this chance to look within. And then there were a few who seethed about this complete waste of time, but stuck it out for their own reasons. One student left in pure frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth day commenced. On the board were a set of concentric circles, each with a little dot inside. The teacher sat beside the board, immersed in the silence, eyes opening sometimes and closing sometimes. Finally the young student raised his hand again, stood up confidently and said, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sir, I am fully within the circle. And...&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; he paused, a bit unsure again. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; asked the teacher, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The student continued, eyes shining, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the circle&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;is fully within me. I am the paper and the circle and the dot. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that instant many of the students felt an arrow pierce their hearts, but what spilled out was love, not blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher turned and began to pack away the board and paper and pen. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, he said, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because I was really getting tired of drawing so many circles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-8352134451716577747?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8352134451716577747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=8352134451716577747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8352134451716577747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8352134451716577747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/circles-and-dots.html' title='Circles and dots'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-8402618393610307137</id><published>2009-01-31T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:07:53.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The myth of exclusive enlightenment</title><content type='html'>There are many myths about enlightenment, and as many myths about what an enlightened person is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look inside. You will find an idea about what an enlightened being is like. He/she must be experiencing life in a particular way. He/she would act only in a particular way, and so on. And then the implicit assumption is that when I start to experience those things and act like that, &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; I will be enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the most experienced spiritual seeker, who has been exposed to all the myths, still harbors a very subtle and maybe even highly sophisticated &lt;em&gt;idea &lt;/em&gt;of what enlightenment is. And this idea comes in the way of knowing what we are. The mind keeps comparing our idea of an enlightened being with our own self, and finds the self wanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a recent satsang, we talked about squiggles in a painting. What somebody said was that if we zoom in on a squiggle inside a painting, it appears meaningless and ordinary, but when we zoom out and see the whole painting, it suddenly acquires meaning and beauty. This is something we can all relate to, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful analogy, but it still does not come close to capturing the essence of this awareness that we are. The squiggle is not beautiful only in its relation to the painting. This would still be to find the beauty outside oneself. Rather, the totality that is the painting, is as much and as fully in the squiggle, as in the painting. When the squiggle recognizes itself to be the same totality as the painting in which it appears, this is the end of the separation of the squiggle from the painting. They may retain their different forms as squiggle and painting, but they are essentially the same totality - like a holograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is this connected to what we started out with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we try to put enlightenment and enlightened people into a box with only some specific attributes, we lose the totality. And we miss the point. Enlightenment and unenlightenment co-exist as one. You who think you are unenlightened - you contain both enlightenment and unenlightenment within you. The teacher who you think is enlightened also contains both enlightenment and unenlightenment within himself. The totality excludes nothing, and includes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between you who think you are unenlightened, and the teacher who you think is enlightened, is that the teacher is fully ok with the unenlightenment within. There is no wishing for it to be different than what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enlightened squiggle :-) loses its identification with its squiggleness, and sees itself as being the totality that contains the squiggle form. Now the squiggle is not the squiggle. Yet it continues to appear as the squiggle. But it would not be true to say that the squiggle is enlightened, because there is nothing that identifies itself as the squiggle anymore. And yet the squiggle form continues. Until it doesn't. But it is only this totality appearing as the squiggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examine your idea of enlightenment. See how it excludes so much. Can enlightenment exclude anything? Can totality exclude anything? So long as you identify with your enlightened self alone or your unenlightened self alone, you miss the totality of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; that contains both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See through the myth of exclusive enlightenment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-8402618393610307137?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8402618393610307137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=8402618393610307137' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8402618393610307137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8402618393610307137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/myth-of-exclusive-enlightenment.html' title='The myth of exclusive enlightenment'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-7979264996008727266</id><published>2009-01-21T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:06:15.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth, not peace</title><content type='html'>Here's a great question to ask oneself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I want the truth more than I want love and peace?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tough question, is it not? It may conjure up unpleasant images that we would much rather avoid. Yet it is a critical question, and it must be faced at some point or the other on the spiritual journey. So are you ready to ask this question now? If you are not ready, no problem - being honest about yourself is always a good thing, is it not? And if you are ready, then go ahead. Get tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that the deep spiritual journey carries no incentive. There is no grand prize awaiting us that makes all the heartache worthwhile. If you are on this journey and holding out for the grand prize, then you are setting yourself up for great disappointment. &lt;em&gt;The deep spiritual journey is its own incentive. We are on this journey, because it chooses us and not vice versa.&lt;/em&gt; Any idea that the mind has about pursuing eternal love and peace on this quest is just that - an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rational mind wants to have a worthy objective and so it makes up a story about the spiritual goals of eternal bliss or eternal contentment. And then it leads us to believe that we are looking for those things. And then what happens? We may have a wonderful spiritual experience or two or even a dozen. But we always seem to return to the life we had before those experiences. In other words, life outside those experiences is not necessarily always blissful or content. So we seek more spiritual highs, and we seek new teachers, new teachings, new techniques - anything that promises us eternal peace. And we end up not with eternal peace, but with eternal seeking. What a mindtrap! Is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it never occurs to us to question the spiritual goal itself. What if we are deluding ourselves about the goal itself? Am I really seeking eternal love and peace? And even if such questions do occur to us, we dismiss them easily, because mind produces some weighty distractions that help us avoid them. For example, we start to think about all those wise and realized men and women who emanate peace and bliss, and they are shining examples of what can be achieved, is it not? So that justfies the goals we have set ourselves. And it just shows that we need to do something differently to reach those goals. Or so the mind would have us believe. And then off we go -seeking in new fresh ways again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, can you think of even one realized master who said that he/she was in this to find peace and love for themselves? Yes, many of these masters embody and emanate love and peace. That part is true, but the rest is imagined in our minds. The idea that they pursued that love and peace for personal gain can find no support in their authentic accounts or their teachings. Isn't that true? Don't believe me - check it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What these great teachers tell us is that love, peace and contentment are the bye-products of &lt;em&gt;living in truth.&lt;/em&gt; But they cannot be grasped at, for what is grasped at and sometimes attained also slips through and is often lost. This love that they radiate is not the idea of love that we carry around in our heads. It is a love that loves without cause. It is a love that loves because it is its nature to love, because it cannot help itself. This is the love that does not need to hold on to itself, lest it should slip away. And this love is a bye-product of seeing and being the truth of what we are. Because living in truth means an openness and appreciation of whatever arises; it means being in unity with what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead, if you are ready. Ask yourself the question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I want the truth more than I want love and peace?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow yourself to delve into that question for a few days or a few weeks. Discover what compromises you have made, or may still be making in order to choose peace over the truth. Find out if such a peace really satisfies you in a sustained way. Rediscover what you already know - that the truth is not always peaceful. Really let in what you already know - that you cannot know what this moment will look like for you - that there is no guarantee of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not my purpose to make you feel bad, and it is certainly not my purpose to make you feel good! This question is not for the faint of heart. But if you are willing and ready for it, it will change the course of your seeking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-7979264996008727266?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7979264996008727266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=7979264996008727266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7979264996008727266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7979264996008727266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/truth-not-peace.html' title='Truth, not peace'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-8628691496425430054</id><published>2009-01-16T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:18:40.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinite potential</title><content type='html'>I am a rose&lt;br /&gt;and I am a thorn&lt;br /&gt;I am neither alone&lt;br /&gt;I am both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait&lt;br /&gt;I am a tree&lt;br /&gt;I am a cloud&lt;br /&gt;I am the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts&lt;br /&gt;And I am each&lt;br /&gt;And neither&lt;br /&gt;And all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is&lt;br /&gt;this moment extended&lt;br /&gt;in the mind&lt;br /&gt;thats all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time&lt;br /&gt;No future&lt;br /&gt;No past&lt;br /&gt;Only this moment&lt;br /&gt;And infinite potential&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-8628691496425430054?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8628691496425430054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=8628691496425430054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8628691496425430054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/8628691496425430054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/infinite-potential.html' title='Infinite potential'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-5264078234212662620</id><published>2009-01-14T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:34:59.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a rock</title><content type='html'>I am a rock&lt;br /&gt;in love&lt;br /&gt;with the water&lt;br /&gt;around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its currents&lt;br /&gt;and pools&lt;br /&gt;and eddies&lt;br /&gt;and flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They caress me&lt;br /&gt;and coddle me&lt;br /&gt;and gently&lt;br /&gt;break me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh&lt;br /&gt;as the water's gurgle&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;as the water's flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyday now&lt;br /&gt;I  disappear&lt;br /&gt;As the water&lt;br /&gt;Claims me whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist&lt;br /&gt;I am in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-5264078234212662620?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5264078234212662620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=5264078234212662620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/5264078234212662620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/5264078234212662620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-rock.html' title='I am a rock'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-3291523343816815081</id><published>2009-01-08T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:01:05.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being love I dance life</title><content type='html'>This nothing that is&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finds the love&lt;br /&gt;in being this body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finds delight&lt;br /&gt;in concrete expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expresses love&lt;br /&gt;in this form&lt;br /&gt;is love&lt;br /&gt;as this form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being love&lt;br /&gt;I act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being love&lt;br /&gt;I dance life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-3291523343816815081?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3291523343816815081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=3291523343816815081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/3291523343816815081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/3291523343816815081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/being-love-i-dance-life.html' title='Being love I dance life'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-7153806277908383749</id><published>2008-12-31T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:51:25.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering and relief - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Human beings want to be free of suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No - this post is not about yet another technique to relieve suffering. There are many techniques out there to relieve suffering of all kinds. And they can be helpful sometimes. If you are drawn to them, then by all means go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is addressed to those among us who have already tried many techniques, and even found them helpful sometimes. This post is addressed to those among us who have found that, in the end however, no technique has put them beyond suffering. Yes, there has been occasional and temporary relief from suffering. Sometimes the relief has been longer lasting than at other times. But no matter what they try or how they approach it, the suffering visits again and again and they are not free of suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a powerful human urge to relieve suffering, in ourselves and in others. And equally, we have a powerful human addiction to relief from suffering. Remember how it feels when a very vexing and troubling issue is cleared up? Remember the delicious relief of suffering dissolved? Of course you remember. We all remember. And we love it. And we want more of it. And more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how about some relief from &lt;em&gt;relief&lt;/em&gt;? Any takers? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intensity of any experience, relief included, is proportional to the extent of contrast within the experience. When we go from acute distress to peace, it feels palpably different and marvelous! When we go from peace to more peace, the change is not registered so dramatically. Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we are really addicted to is the drama, - the highs and lows of experience. They make us feel alive in a glittering sort of way. In order to experience this kind of intense high, we need to experience an intense low first, for it is the contrast between the two that makes the high so dramatic. This is not just true for addictions to substance. This is true for the human addiction to experience. And while it may seem ridiculous to say that we are buying into our suffering because we are addicted to the relief from suffering, there may be more than a grain of truth there to examine, each for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we find it easy to let go of suffering, we don't find it so easy to let go of relief. While we are eager to let go of blame and guilt, we are not so eager to let go of credit and praise. But they are inextricably tied together. One can only be experienced in contrast with the other. So grasping at one thing automatically preserves the other. Grasping at praise preserves the blame. Grasping at relief preserves the suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice I said &lt;em&gt;grasping.&lt;/em&gt; I did not say enjoying. The difference can be stark or subtle. Only you can know what it is for you. When the sun shines, we can enjoy the sunshine. But when it changes to rain, the sunshine is not missed. When it rains, the rain can be enjoyed. When it snows, the snow can be enjoyed. Each brings its own flavor. This is enjoyment without grasping. When I want the sun to shine instead of the rain that is pouring, it is grasping. When I am anxious that it should be sunny tomorrow, it is grasping. And there is little enjoyment in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this post is not for those who enjoy being in the game of opposites. It is indeed a wonderful game. And there is nothing wrong with the game at all. If you enjoy the game, go for it. Enjoy yourself. There is indeed an infinite variety of games to play out there, in the world of opposites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you have seen that, in the end, they are all the same game, and if you just don't enjoy the game anymore, then know that you don't have to play it. You can rest. You can rest in the vastness beyond suffering and relief. Neither is needed for this rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relief from suffering is great, and relief from suffering &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; relief is sublime. This vastness - it includes all opposites and is beyond all opposites at the same time. Rest here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this vastness is not dumb and this vastness is not passive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on this in the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-7153806277908383749?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7153806277908383749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=7153806277908383749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7153806277908383749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7153806277908383749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/suffering-and-relief-part-1.html' title='Suffering and relief - Part 1'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-6221434852187555352</id><published>2008-12-15T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:48:25.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I really seeking? - Part 3</title><content type='html'>The question is: &lt;em&gt;What do I really want?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers arise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want peace&lt;br /&gt;I want happiness&lt;br /&gt;I want fulfilment&lt;br /&gt;I want love&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you found an answer similar to the ones above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the purpose of this post, let's just take the first one: &lt;em&gt;I want peace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now we have seen quite conclusively that there is no such thing as a perfectly accurate prediction of what actually happens in this moment. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this moment may express itself as peace or war, as comfort or suffering, as anger or love, as hatred or joy, or anything else. Right? The truth is &lt;em&gt;we don't know&lt;/em&gt;. So when this moment manifests disturbance or suffering of any kind, how does that relate to our wanting peace? In other words, when we want peace, how do we experience the suffering of this moment? Do we experience it as &lt;em&gt;not having what we want&lt;/em&gt;? Check your own experience. Find out what comes up for you when you want peace and this moment brings suffering. Be totally honest with yourself. Explore gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you discover that your experience is of not having what you want, then I would urge you to return to the question: &lt;em&gt;What do I really want?. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps to see that this question has no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps to see that whatever answer the mind comes up with will leave you wanting - either because your want shifts, (previous post), or because there is always the possibility that something may come up which is opposite to what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps to see that in the very idea of your wanting something, you put it at a distance from yourself, you separate it out from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps to see that what you &lt;em&gt;really deeply&lt;/em&gt; want is this moment as it is. No matter what it brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps to see that you are what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-6221434852187555352?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6221434852187555352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=6221434852187555352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6221434852187555352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6221434852187555352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-am-i-really-seeking-part-3.html' title='What am I really seeking? - Part 3'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-6838043212700064742</id><published>2008-12-03T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:30:11.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I really seeking? - Part 2</title><content type='html'>A couple of posts back, I painted a scenario where you have an opportunity to tell God what you really want from your seeking. The only condition for fulfilment is that you be &lt;em&gt;very clear&lt;/em&gt; about what you want. Time is no bar. God is very patient. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a few different replies, some of which were posted on this blog and others to my direct email. Thanks for your participation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my experience, (shared by some of you) this question itself is very clarifying. Asking yourself :What do I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; want?, can cut away so much of the meandering on the seeker's journey and can really bring you into the essence of what the seeking is about. It allows what is truly important to shine amidst the rubbish pile that pretends to be equally important. Have you seen that for yourself, clearly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, perhaps we can each remember many different desires that sprung up in the mind - &lt;em&gt;I really want to have a great job, I really want to have lots of money, I really want to be appreciated and loved&lt;/em&gt;, and so on. Perhaps some of those desires were fulfilled, and then what happened? If I really wanted a great job and I got it, then that should have been the end of it for me, is it not? But that's not what happened. After I got the great job, I wanted to get promoted, then I wanted to run the place and so on. After I made a lot of money, I wanted still more. When I had the appreciation of one set of people, I wanted it from another set of people. This is familiar ground, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what this shows us is that the mind is quite capable of producing wants endlessly. Within every fresh want, is the implicit promise that this will be &lt;em&gt;it; &lt;/em&gt;this one will make us feel fulfilled. But it has not happened yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some of us, this is ok. It's ok to play this game yet again. Others have reached the end of their tether. So when answers start to arise to the question of &lt;em&gt;What do I really want?,&lt;/em&gt; bring to bear the full weight of your experience with wants, as you see those answers. Don't rush to believe the answers. Subject them to some scrutiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process of questioning is far more valuable than any answers the mind may produce. This does not mean that answers that come up are irrelevant. I would suggest that some of these answers are simply part of the questioning process. They put us in touch with some of our beliefs and in that sense they are useful. I am suggesting that we don't let those answers stop the questioning process, as if it was completed by getting those answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go out on a limb here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will know when an answer is authentic for you, for it will bubble up from the depth of your being. And it will have an insistent quality to it. You may find that it will connect the dots between all your wants. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (and this is where it can get really icky), it may not announce itself with great fanfare! The answer to this question may simply seep into your consciousness very quietly. You may even find yourself in the odd position of holding the question in the mind, long after the answer is already known and being acted upon. Then somehow the question - which is now only a shell - will just dry up and disappear on its own. I share this only because sometimes we may miss the answer because we are expecting it to look a particular way! And it may look that way or it may not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is the last thing that the mind wants to hear! :-) All that effort in the inquiry and no clear-cut answer to point to and grab a hold of ! What a waste of time! - says the mind. And I would only say: don't believe the mind and don't reject it. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to write in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue with this topic in a future post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-6838043212700064742?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6838043212700064742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=6838043212700064742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6838043212700064742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6838043212700064742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-am-i-really-seeking-part-2.html' title='What am I really seeking? - Part 2'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-3485703382686417650</id><published>2008-11-27T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:51:12.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>Much confusion can arise around &lt;em&gt;acceptance&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is &lt;em&gt;acceptance&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mind, we have an idea of what this means. We think of acceptance as something we have to do in the face of difficulty - a kind of grit-your-teeth-and-bear-it approach. This is so difficult to do when what is actually happening inside us, is this storm of resistance. Perhaps we are facing a difficult challenge and we have run out of options to address it. The thoughts running through the mind are taking the form of: &lt;em&gt;This should not be happening. This is wrong and bad. &lt;/em&gt;Then we remember this spiritual advice of acceptance. To some it sounds beautiful and noble, but it also seems impossible to achieve! So we pretend to accept. To others it sounds like a good idea since nothing else is working, but it still seems very difficult to actually &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps we are living with someone who is being difficult, and we have learned through tough experience that we cannot change her. So we try to accept this person, either because it is the only option left to us, or because we want to be noble and try to feel good and loving toward this difficult person. It works for a while, but then the facade cracks, as all facades eventually do. And it feels so painful. Even when it works, it is such a burden to keep this kind of acceptance going. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is any of this familiar so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is this the acceptance that is being pointed to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is acceptance something we have to struggle to &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine recently wrote this to me: &lt;em&gt;Acceptance which seems so important and necessary and even noble to the mind is just a mound of dirt and rubble, heavy and lifeless, compared to choiceless awareness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance is not something to do. Acceptance is choiceless awareness. It happens and it is happening all the time. We can just tune into it. It is much simpler than we think and it is abundantly available. There is already something here that accepts everything just as it is. It is the same something that allows everything to happen! What prevents us from tuning into it is &lt;em&gt;the belief that this moment should be different&lt;/em&gt;. And if there is anything at all to do, then it is this: see this belief in operation. Only see it. See that this belief has formed in the mind. We did not make this belief, nor choose to have it installed. It is there quite innocently. See this. That really is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This acceptance is not passive, as mind fears. This acceptance does not freeze us into inaction. Look around you. Is life going on? This acceptance that is already here does not halt the flow of life. This acceptance is powerful and real and present. It is the source of all action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover this for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-3485703382686417650?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3485703382686417650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=3485703382686417650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/3485703382686417650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/3485703382686417650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-2860355315553136930</id><published>2008-11-23T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:19:25.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't believe the mind and don't reject it</title><content type='html'>A wise teacher said, &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't believe the mind and don't reject it either&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, as seekers, we take the first part of that teaching to heart, but not the second part. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact, the two parts can seem downright contradictory. If we don't believe the mind, then it seems like we must automatically ignore it. True. And the key word is &lt;em&gt;automatically&lt;/em&gt;. This is the conditioned response of the mind. We are conditioned to have an either-or response. So if we embrace one pole, then it stands to reason and experience that we cannot embrace the opposite pole. But is that really true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we travel on the so-called spiritual path, many of our beliefs actually start to shed and drop away. And most seekers develop a growing and quite healthy inability to believe mind's endless thoughts. :-) But frustration can set in even in the midst of this growing clarity. The frustration can be that thoughts don't stop or that we feel stuck in the mind despite so much having fallen away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the second part of the teaching can come in handy. Don't reject the mind. Don't resist the mind. For we know that what we resist, persists. And then we feel stuck in the same rut of thoughts and beliefs. So if you feel frustrated, see if there is something of a rejecting attitude towards mind, and towards the thoughts and beliefs. It may be subtle, but even the most subtle rejection can potently reinforce mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps part of the difficulty is that mind keeps posing arguments that sustain it's either-or nature. So it insists that what is not believed &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; be rejected. Sometimes the seeker buys into this insistence and a certain hardness can develop. All this can be happening very subtly. If this rings a bell for you, tune into it. And expose it to the light of the question: &lt;em&gt;Is it really true? Is it really true that if I don't believe mind, then I must reject it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may make surprising discoveries! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I can offer an analogy for the mind to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that you are with an innocent young child. And this beloved child is telling you about the fairies and elves in the garden, or the the monsters under her bed. Would you believe her stories? No, but would you reject them? Isn't there that gentle place within us that can listen to the story, take delight in it and give it loving attention, without believing it? Go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the quiet ease with what is. This is the resting in the groundless ground. Discover yourself here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-2860355315553136930?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2860355315553136930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=2860355315553136930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/2860355315553136930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/2860355315553136930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/wise-teacher-said-dont-believe-mind-and.html' title='Don&apos;t believe the mind and don&apos;t reject it'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-3852394101943657281</id><published>2008-11-17T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:09:34.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I really seeking? - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Bear with me here while I pose some funny questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that the ultimate truth itself came to you dressed up as God and said: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am here to confer a boon on you. You can have whatever you want, if and only if you can clearly tell me what you want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What would your answer be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, imagine that it is made very clear to you that this offer is open for all time. In other words, there is no expiry on this offer. :-) So no need to rush and no need to sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would your answer be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself: &lt;em&gt;What am I really seeking? What do I really want?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick with this one question. Get curious about it. Discover what arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a key question. It can laser-focus your attention to that which matters for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to write in and share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will return to this in future posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-3852394101943657281?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3852394101943657281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=3852394101943657281' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/3852394101943657281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/3852394101943657281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-am-i-really-seeking-part-1.html' title='What am I really seeking? - Part 1'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-5645705156743335412</id><published>2008-11-09T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:38:06.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is grace?</title><content type='html'>The seeker asks 'What is grace?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lifetime of living in the mind, of worrying about himself and his worth, of feeling unfulfilled or stressed or unhappy or all of those, the seeker cannot be unfamiliar with the enormous power of mind to &lt;em&gt;keep&lt;/em&gt; him in the trance. The seeker cannot be unfamiliar with thought's prolific ability to procreate! - One thought leading to another to another and to yet another, seamlessly and unceasingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; incessant nature of mind, what's to stop us from being enmeshed in its entrails forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; something to stop and consider?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made the seeker a seeker? What put him on the journey to look beyond mind's babble? What put him on the journey to know his own truth? After all, he could have remained as he had for so long, - taking mind to be his full reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is that does this - &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; births the seeker. &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; puts a spoke in the wheel of mind. It may start with a small spoke, but &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; knows what it is doing. For even the smallest spoke must start to affect the turning of the wheel, in it's own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;? - This quiet, self-assured, powerful, loving force that can quiet mind? That, - dear seeker, - would be &lt;em&gt;grace&lt;/em&gt;, - Is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grace&lt;/em&gt; births the seeker.&lt;em&gt; Grace&lt;/em&gt; pulls the seeker back, again and again from the trance of mind. &lt;em&gt;Grace&lt;/em&gt; finds the teacher, whether internal or external. &lt;em&gt;Grace&lt;/em&gt; puts the seeker in the way of the teaching. And grace delivers the seeker into truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; grace. And deep, deep, deep gratitude is the response. Also from grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-5645705156743335412?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5645705156743335412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=5645705156743335412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/5645705156743335412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/5645705156743335412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-grace.html' title='What is grace?'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-5660632993787850858</id><published>2008-11-04T13:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:27:27.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is enlightened? - Part 2</title><content type='html'>So what is already enlightened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What already has no argument with reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we sit with this question and let it sink deep within us, we may first notice the resounding silence. The mind may launch an argument right away, wanting an answer to the vexing question. We don't have to settle for mind's prattle. We can notice the silence in the background, and see how the silence holds mind's argument. We can notice that the silence is &lt;em&gt;aware&lt;/em&gt; of mind's argument, and yet offers no counter-argument of its own. We can notice this &lt;em&gt;everpresent silent awareness&lt;/em&gt;. Is there a moment when this is not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguments start and stop; noise starts and stops, objects in the mind appear and then disappear. Where do they go? Where did they arise? What is present before they arise and after they go?&lt;em&gt; Everything&lt;/em&gt; appears in the everpresent silent awareness and returns to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is the everything that arises within awareness? Can it be anything other than awareness taking shape as &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;? Can it be 'made of some other substance'? Can a wave be anything other than water in different shapes? But this is not something to be deduced in the mind. See this for yourself. Get to the root of everything that pretends to be other than awareness. Get to the root of every argument with reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I take myself to be this body-mind, then clearly I was born at some time and I must die at some time. What did I come from and where do I go? Notice mind's insistence on this identification with the body-mind. Alas, even the mind is not happy with this identification. If it were happy with it, then you would not be reading this post, right? :-) So notice that mind believes what it does because it does not know any better. But something inside us remains unfulfilled by mind's reasoning. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; is the doorway. Go &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt; if you can. Simply occupy that unease with a curiosity to find out what it really is. Don't be afraid of it - it is grace waiting to be received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;em&gt;everpresent silent awareness&lt;/em&gt; has no argument with reality. It is already enlightened and it is everything. And this means it is I. The I that you are is already enlightened. And all the feelings of unenlightenment are only enlightened awareness in different shapes - free to play in complete freedom - so free that there is nothing to lose even in feeling unenlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt; is forever enlightened, beyond feeling and thought. And from this enlightenment it plays a darned good game of virtual reality, so real that it fools itself quite successfully - a remarkable feat in itself. And this miraculous self-delusion is seen through and a belly-laugh arises from deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in summary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice the everpresent silent awareness, that is present before all thoughts and arguments and after them. I see that that which appears and disappears within the everpresent silent awareness is nothing but awareness itself in different forms. I see that this body-mind too appears in the everpresent silent awareness. I see that I am the everpresent silent awareness. Nothing that this body-mind does can be other than the everpresent silent awareness. And it is from this seeing, and from this freedom that I can drop the argument with reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wave knows itself to be water and from this knowing it is free to be a tsunami or a lapping beach wave. From this knowing it is free to be powerful and to be overpowered as the case may be. From this knowing it can advance or retreat as it may happen. This is water living as the wave. This is enlightenment living as you and I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-5660632993787850858?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5660632993787850858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=5660632993787850858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/5660632993787850858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/5660632993787850858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-what-is-already-enlightened-what.html' title='Who is enlightened? - Part 2'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-5389370726970338116</id><published>2008-10-29T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:37:12.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is enlightened? - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Who is enlightened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask this question to a seeker and he will point to the masters and teachers - someone other than himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we change the question slightly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What&lt;/em&gt; is enlightened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so accustomed to viewing enlightenment as the preserve of certain fortunate individuals, that asking what, instead of who, is enlightened, can put us in a bit of a quandary perhaps. :-) Let's throw another spanner in the works, and qualify the question further:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is &lt;em&gt;already&lt;/em&gt; enlightened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question now raises a prior question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we mean by &lt;em&gt;enlightened&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlightenment has been defined in several ways, and since I am concerned with enlightenment &lt;em&gt;lived&lt;/em&gt; rather than enlightenment theorized, I am partial to the definition given by spiritual teacher and Jesuit priest, Anthony de Mello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe he defined it thus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enlightenment is absolute co-operation with the inevitable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byron Katie says something similar - she invites us to &lt;em&gt;drop the argument with reality&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your life lived in co-operation with reality, exactly as it occurs. What would it look like? What would it take to live so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to live in absolute co-operation with reality and still be 'unenlightened'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with this definition of enlightenment, let's return to our question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is already enlightened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, what is already in absolute coperation with the inevitable? What simply does not argue with reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look deeply within, and see what you discover. Sit with the question, as though only the question matters and not the answer. Don't settle for any pat answers. Let the answer reveal itself via the &lt;em&gt;experience&lt;/em&gt; of holding the question with sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to share what you find with other readers on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will return to this topic next week with Part 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-5389370726970338116?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5389370726970338116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=5389370726970338116' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/5389370726970338116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/5389370726970338116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-is-enlightened-part-1.html' title='Who is enlightened? - Part 1'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-3197154311695823923</id><published>2008-10-19T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:27:59.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concept and reality</title><content type='html'>In practical terms, what is concept, and what is reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no expert in matters philosophical, and so I am not referring here to academic or theological definitions. I am talking about looking at concept and reality in a way that can be applied realistically to our spiritual quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, why is it important to look at the terms concept and reality? - Because on the spiritual journey, we are apt to mistake one for the other, and this can create some confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I suggest that concept and reality are not mutually exclusive! What I mean, is that one person's concept may be another person's reality and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a spiritual master says 'There is nobody' or 'All is one', she speaks from her reality, and her direct experience in the moment. For the student listening to her, it may &lt;em&gt;sound&lt;/em&gt; like the ultimate truth, but he would have to look and see if it is indeed the reality for him in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the teacher may say that all suffering is only a concept in the mind. Again he speaks from his direct reality in the moment. But the student listening to these words will have to investigate for herself whether her own experience of suffering is real or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In each case, the teaching is at best a pointer - a finger pointing to the moon, as they say. When we mistake the pointing finger for the moon, we become confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'There is nobody'&lt;/em&gt; - is a spectacularly clear &lt;em&gt;reality&lt;/em&gt;, and a particularly confusing &lt;em&gt;concept&lt;/em&gt;. Imagine the plight of the student who looks upon this statement as the ultimate truth, without directly experiencing it. Her mind is liable to take the words literally and to discount her own experience as somebody. She is not sure whether she can trust her body-mind or anything it experiences, because doing so would assert the somebodiness which she believes to be in contradiction to the truth. For this student, at this time, the ultimate truth is a concept. And simply seeing that can clear the confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with a concept. There is great beauty in it. For even as a concept, the ultimate truth finds great resonance in the student, because deep within her she &lt;em&gt;knows&lt;/em&gt; the truth of it. Then when this truth finds expression in her direct experience, concept is now reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A concept is a concept when it is not aligned with experience. Concept and reality collapse into one another in the miracle of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the experience is - ecstatic, good, bad or ugly, - stay with it and you cannot stray from the truth. Negate or deny your experience and you fall into the false division of concept or reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-3197154311695823923?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3197154311695823923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=3197154311695823923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/3197154311695823923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/3197154311695823923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/concept-and-reality.html' title='Concept and reality'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-5901338800141233623</id><published>2008-10-12T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:11:45.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking happens</title><content type='html'>The Buddhist monk hits the air with his stick, and says, 'You want to know the truth? Here it is!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the mind gets puzzled and the seeker gets frustrated. His pursuit of truth is too intense, and his aspiration to be there, too lofty, to be appeased by such apparent whimsy. Yet something about the response must cause the seeker to pause. After all, what does it mean when the sublime search can end in so trivial a matter, as a stick waving in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pause is really among the first jolts to the identity of the seeker. For it makes him go to what appears like a very scary place -'What if the truth that I am seeking is something I don't like at all?', he asks himself querulously. This is when it starts to get really interesting. What has so far seemed like a long and rewarding journey with more and more beautiful stops along the way, suddenly threatens to reach an arid spot, and maybe even stay there forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about truth though is that once you glimpse it, nothing else can satisfy you. So the seeker may try to undo his fearful question, may attempt to shake it off, and get back to where he was - comfortable in his glorious quest, but all in vain. He can no longer convince himself to strive like before. He is now terribly frustrated and try as he might, he simply doesn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right in this moment, the truth appears again, - as a fleeting intuition, a gentle reminder - most likely ignored. The seeker is in his mind, feeling angry, and hopeless about his situation, when the truth touches him. And when finally the anger is spent and the hopelessness has exhausted itself, that very touch revives him! It comes to him to follow the truth, even to be led by it. With no other choice, he goes. It takes him deeper and deeper in, past the mind, and past every idea of enlightenment ever held. And now he is in so deep, that he is at the root of everything. There is nothing but truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His x-ray vision can see through the layers. The lofty, the trivial,the high and low - they are all the same. The truth is life happening in this moment. - No matter what happens, no matter if he likes it or not. The frustration is &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;, and so is the confusion. The anger is &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;, as is the peace. No change required to anything, yet it changes all the time. No need for anything to happen, and yet the universe swirls around in the endless dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to seek and yet seeking happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-5901338800141233623?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5901338800141233623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=5901338800141233623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/5901338800141233623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/5901338800141233623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/seeking-happens.html' title='Seeking happens'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-849720062979935247</id><published>2008-09-25T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:28:06.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All is one</title><content type='html'>The unborn wishes to be born&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop the birthing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The completion wishes to give&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop the receiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stillness wants to soar&lt;br /&gt;But we fear the falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eternal wants to live&lt;br /&gt;But we fear the dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the perfection express itself&lt;br /&gt;As imperfection&lt;br /&gt;Let stillness speak&lt;br /&gt;Let greatness become small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When freedom itself soars&lt;br /&gt;Soaring is same as falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When freedom itself lives&lt;br /&gt;Dying is same as living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undivided &lt;em&gt;undivided&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-849720062979935247?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/849720062979935247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=849720062979935247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/849720062979935247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/849720062979935247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-is-one.html' title='All is one'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-2856112381615097154</id><published>2008-09-22T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:10:39.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptiness fills itself</title><content type='html'>This one falls and falls&lt;br /&gt;And falls all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And empties and empties&lt;br /&gt;And empties right through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything disappears&lt;br /&gt;Yet &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; is denied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This emptiness &lt;em&gt;lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this emptiness dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This emptiness sings&lt;br /&gt;and this emptiness cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And filling to the brim with sourceless love&lt;br /&gt;It remains empty, empty, empty, ever-empty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-2856112381615097154?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2856112381615097154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=2856112381615097154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/2856112381615097154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/2856112381615097154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/emptiness-fills-itself.html' title='Emptiness fills itself'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-1453719033478719381</id><published>2008-09-10T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:27:22.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering in the world</title><content type='html'>Seeing suffering in the world&lt;br /&gt;I suffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears for the victim&lt;br /&gt;Anger and fear towards the aggressor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;In pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they open again&lt;br /&gt;Something shifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A question arises&lt;br /&gt;Is the victim just a victim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look again&lt;br /&gt;And the answer is no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The victim is much more&lt;br /&gt;I touch her vastness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel her presence&lt;br /&gt;I inhale her freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had frozen her victimness&lt;br /&gt;In my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; am the aggressor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In panic, I turn&lt;br /&gt;Towards the aggressor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he is gone too&lt;br /&gt;With the victim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the vastness&lt;br /&gt;The vastness of us all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-1453719033478719381?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1453719033478719381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=1453719033478719381' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/1453719033478719381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/1453719033478719381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/suffering-in-world.html' title='Suffering in the world'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-5552927729727670871</id><published>2008-08-31T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:30:51.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All freedom</title><content type='html'>Knowing what I am&lt;br /&gt;I choose to be another&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what I am&lt;br /&gt;I choose to not know what I am&lt;br /&gt;Freedom of delusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what I am&lt;br /&gt;I believe myself to be another&lt;br /&gt;Delusion of freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what I am&lt;br /&gt;What knows &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; frees itself of me&lt;br /&gt;Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is knowing what I am&lt;br /&gt;All is freedom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-5552927729727670871?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5552927729727670871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=5552927729727670871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/5552927729727670871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/5552927729727670871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/only-freedom.html' title='All freedom'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-6542654790183717450</id><published>2008-08-28T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:48:40.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Point of It</title><content type='html'>What is the point of this?&lt;br /&gt;Bird singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point of this?&lt;br /&gt;Bud blooming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point of this?&lt;br /&gt;Sun shining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars twinkling&lt;br /&gt;Moon glowing&lt;br /&gt;Girl laughing&lt;br /&gt;Ball bouncing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boundless miracles&lt;br /&gt;Only gratitude, gratitude, gratitude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-6542654790183717450?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6542654790183717450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=6542654790183717450' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6542654790183717450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/6542654790183717450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/point-of-it.html' title='The Point of It'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-5305444153284688782</id><published>2008-08-22T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:21:38.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond intellectual understanding</title><content type='html'>Sometimes on the spiritual search we come to a point, where our experience is that we have understood what is being pointed to, at an intellectual level, but it has not sunk deeper than that. The mind is still busy and we can still get easily lost in trance. This can be puzzling and frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, we also experience a deep knowing that what is being pointed to is true. Is it not? Indeed this knowing is what keeps us on the path even when we are frustrated and don't seem to 'get' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first let's take this moment to acknowledge that which keeps bringing us back to our desire for truth. The mind may spin in all directions, and then something calls us back to the awareness of the spinning mind. At the moment that we are aware, the spinning mind has ceased, and is now a memory. Let's take this moment to celebrate this grace that reminds us again and again of the awareness that we are. In this acknowledgement we open to the grace more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when the thought arises that &lt;em&gt;I have not yet got enlightenment&lt;/em&gt;, we can see that thought itself. See how it spawns a whole belief system about yourself. It may even masquerade as an honest thought - &lt;em&gt;I haven't got it&lt;/em&gt; can seem like the honest truth. And it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; real for you, until it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay with the thought with the attitude of a curious scientist. In other words, see if you can observe your whole experience with this thought, simply with a desire to know what is really going on. Notice if other thoughts arise; perhaps fear, perhaps boredom? Discover for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something inside us resonates with truth very strongly, the mind must work smarter to cover it up, not because mind is evil, but because that is mind's job. So we can simply notice the hard-working mind, and its efforts. This seeing of our entire experience around a thought is at once the seeing through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often the mind deploys boredom and fear very effectively. Our great fear is that without thoughts to engage us, life would be very boring and completely empty. Again this seems like an honest and innocent thought, and yet, if this is believed then it can give rise to a plethora of other thoughts to keep us enmeshed in the trance. So watch if this thought arises and see if you are believing it. If so, ask yourself - &lt;em&gt;Is it true that there is boring emptiness without thoughts to engage me?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Is it really true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even just asking this question means that we have opened up to a different possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we believe our thoughts strongly, we become those beliefs and we look at life from those beliefs. Then it becomes difficult to separate out those beliefs from us, and we assume that the beliefs are true. So questioning our beliefs is very powerful. The answers don't matter. The questions do all the work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By its very nature a belief militates against the truth. When we believe something, the mind must work to keep it 'true' in time. This is contrary to the freedom of truth which is totally free to be something new every moment. As soon as I have a belief, I have invested in a future in which this belief will be 'true' for me. This is exactly how the mind veers away from ever-changing reality - by insisting on 'permanence' over time, by investing in a future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beliefs are like the wall that the mind uses to bounce thoughts off, like balls. So long as the wall exists, we are captivated by the surface reality of bouncing balls. When the wall collapses, the thoughts surrender to gravity and stop their furious and quite pointless activity. What happens then? This fear of what happens when the bouncing stops, is the wall of last resort that restores the trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognize the fear for what it is and discover what lies inderneath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-5305444153284688782?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5305444153284688782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=5305444153284688782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/5305444153284688782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/5305444153284688782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/beyond-intellectual-understanding.html' title='Beyond intellectual understanding'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-4907603843145274844</id><published>2008-08-19T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T07:54:25.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from India</title><content type='html'>I am just back from India. What a wonderful time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order among chaos. Small joys within ordinary existence. Contentment amidst great difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving down a chaotic high-traffic road is a reminder of what holds us up. For it surely is not the the efficient roadway or the  great traffic control system at work. The mind, used to American infrastructure, can panic and freeze, - aghast at the myriad possible ways in which accidents could occur!  Miraculously the moment passes safely for the entire street of cars and people and life, as far as the eye can see. And another safe moment and another and another.....Miracles abound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dirty urchin, not more than 10 years old,  polishes shoes for a living. Speaking in good English, learned in a few years at school, he boasts about the daily earnings that keep his siblings fed, after the death of their father. His refusal to take money without delivering its worth in services shatters automatic conclusions about the relationship of poverty to a lack of dignity. His mother will beat him for begging, he tells me with a grin on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that any of these aspects of India are new to me - I grew up in India. But going back provides a new perspective each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no perspective by itself is the truth. The same one is looking from all the perspectives. The same one is different in different situations. The same one is experiencing life in so many amazing ways. The same one is beyond everything and in it at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-4907603843145274844?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4907603843145274844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=4907603843145274844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/4907603843145274844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/4907603843145274844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-from-india.html' title='Back from India'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-1436401622314370304</id><published>2008-07-13T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T11:28:54.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing your experience</title><content type='html'>Do you want to change your experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chances are that if this moment is unpleasant or stressful in any way, then you probably &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; want to change your experience. Is it not so? It is important to notice if this is so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a whole world of ways out there that you can choose from to change your experience. And in life, we try many of them. By the time we come to the spiritual search, we have realized that many, and even most of them, do not ultimtately work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the spiritual journey, we may have lost our belief in many solutions out there, but we may retain one key belief - suffering is not ok and it must go. When I say suffering, I mean the entire range of feelings from mild discontent to acute stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering is not ok, goes the belief, so we accumulate more and more subtle and sophisticated techniques to change our experience - to not suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the idea that if we keep successfully changing our experience enough times using this or that technique, then somehow there will  come a time when that change will stick and become a permanent state of unmitigated bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with this, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mention all this because perhaps there comes a time when we may fall through to a place where nothing works. There is nowhere to turn to and nothing to depend on. And this is experienced as helplessness or depair or misery or anger or whatever else. And we feel completely overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no effective technique and no defense against this onslaught, we are simply swallowed by it. And it feels like the end of everything. Which perhaps it is. It takes everything away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is good news here - for what it can take away completely is also the belief that suffering is not ok and needs to be changed. This is actually quite a relief, but not because relief was sought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all these words seem very paradoxical.  What is being suggested is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When suffering arises, and there is no belief that it needs to be changed, then we respond to suffering from freedom. We may then happen to act in such a way that suffering stops, or we may not. Either way the action does not arise from a fear of the suffering. It arises from the freedom of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We no longer need to change our experience and our experience is free to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-1436401622314370304?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1436401622314370304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=1436401622314370304' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/1436401622314370304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/1436401622314370304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/changing-your-experience.html' title='Changing your experience'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-7804524562048622338</id><published>2008-06-30T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:43:57.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional love</title><content type='html'>Like a wave that appears&lt;br /&gt;In the ocean&lt;br /&gt;I appear&lt;br /&gt;Separate in form&lt;br /&gt;Apparently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when it has had enough&lt;br /&gt;Of separation&lt;br /&gt;The wave dips back&lt;br /&gt;Into the everpresent ocean&lt;br /&gt;As I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean that embraces me&lt;br /&gt;Is unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;Eternal, independent,&lt;br /&gt;Forever ready&lt;br /&gt;To take me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I rise again&lt;br /&gt;I am the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Rising as a wave&lt;br /&gt;Never in doubt&lt;br /&gt;Of what it really is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-7804524562048622338?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7804524562048622338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=7804524562048622338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7804524562048622338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7804524562048622338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/unconditional-love.html' title='Unconditional love'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-7468130597211744927</id><published>2008-06-23T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T06:19:54.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awareness acting</title><content type='html'>Who has made the choice to have this life experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who made the choice to inhabit this particular perspective that views the world in this particular way? Apparently formed in this body-mind, from genes and conditioning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question arises when we see that there is something here that can observe the body-mind. This question arises when we see that someting here is aware of this perspective. What is the something? It is I. I am this that is aware of the body-mind and I am this that is aware of this perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the awareness of one body-mind is the awareness of all body-minds. In the awareness of one perspective is the awareness of all perspectives. The bodies and minds and perspectives differ. The awareness is the same and I am that awareness. This awareness that I am, was here before my body-mind was here. And it will be here when my body-mind is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is this awareness when I am not aware of being it? Where is this awareness when I am lost to the body-mind and its perspective? It is still here - this awareness. Where can it go? It is true that sometimes I am not aware of being the awareness. So sometimes I believe I am the body-mind and its perspective.  And sometimes I see the body-mind and its perspective from what seems like somewhere outside of the body-mind and its perspective. So sometimes I am the awareness and sometimes I am the body-mind. Which is real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an actor plays a part in a play, he finds himself inhabiting the role fully. He is completely immersed in the character he plays. He forgets who he is in real life. He laughs as the character and he cries as the character. He feels the pain of the character's sorrow and rejoices in the character's joy. It is real while it lasts. But it does not last. The play does not last. And when the play is done, the character dissolves. And when the character dissolves, the reality behind the character emerges again. The actor finds himself back in his own reality. So where was the reality when the actor was immersed in the character? Was it lost? Even when the actor forgot his own reality and was totally lost in the play, did it change the reality of who he was? No. All that happened was that the actor forgot his reality and assumed another identity - temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whose choice is it to assume another identity? Who decides to play the part of this character for a while? The choice is made by the actor in reality. Not by the character in the play. While the actor plays his role, he is both the actor and the character. He is the actor as the character. He is the actor wearing a mask. And all the characters in the play treat each other as though they are real. But they are not. If you didn't know this, you would argue this reality. Your mind would provide all the evidence to prove that the characters are real. But that would not make them real. They would remain characters in a play. Only you would be fooled, forgetting your own reality, and the reality of us all in the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine a play in which an actor drops his act! What would such a play look like? The actor can't take his role seriously. He can't take any of the characters seriously. He cannot obscure his reality. And when he drops his act, the other characters don't know how to react to him. They try to carry on their act, but whenever they interact with this actor, their act crumbles. The script is not panning out. Something shifts. The play is altered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this shifting and alteration is in the play. The reality of all the actors is still unchanged by what happens in the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to where we started - who made the choice for this body-mind to be born? Who will make the choice for it to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is asking this question? Is it the mind or the awareness of it? What is aware of the question being asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, awareness has no questions, and it is aware of all questions. And I am this awareness. And you are this awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is a play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-7468130597211744927?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7468130597211744927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=7468130597211744927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7468130597211744927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/7468130597211744927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/awareness-acting.html' title='Awareness acting'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-3578218684403034860</id><published>2008-06-13T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T07:54:12.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is real?</title><content type='html'>Disagreeable things arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind's natural response is to judge them - bad, unpleasant, evil, unhappy, wrong, violent, and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice if mind didn't judge them. And sometimes it does not. And that's nice. And at other times, it does judge them. And that's not so nice! Do you see the judgement right here? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind judges. That's what it does for a living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enter mind and we enter duality. And judgements are the poles of this duality. Good and bad, right and wrong and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time mind rushes to judgement, notice what happens along with judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we judge something as good, the natural inclination is to stay in the goodness - to keep it.  And when we judge something as bad, the natural urge is to &lt;em&gt;fix&lt;/em&gt; it, to do something about it! Is it not? Discover if this is true for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the urge arises to fix what is wrong or bad. And we follow the urge and the mind gets busy fixing and problem-solving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind moves from judgement to more mind activity - review and analysis of the problem and an evaluation and implementation of the solution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And throughout this process, awareness simply watches. It lets all the mind's moves arise within it, without judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awareness sees the judgement arise. Awareness sees the urge to fix arise. Awareness  watches what the mind does with the urge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are the awareness watching the mind, is there is a need to fix anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are like the ocean holding a rising wave - no attempt to flatten it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awareness is the acceptance of everything that arises, without a need to change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If change arises, it too arises within this awareness, as awareness. What arises, comes from beyond the mind. The mind interpretes it, like a screen that catches the light and makes a whole world of fantasy from that source. The mind is the movie maker, - the virtual reality machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judgements are part of the movie, problems are part of the movie and fixing problems is part of the movie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And movies are not real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we discover what &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; real. Each for oneself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-3578218684403034860?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3578218684403034860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=3578218684403034860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/3578218684403034860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/3578218684403034860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-real.html' title='What is real?'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-873359242491030711</id><published>2008-06-05T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:04:07.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>Are there 2 sides to freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to associate freedom with the freedom from suffering. We want to be free of everything that limits us and constrains us and holds us back. Is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we start to notice that this freedom does indeed exist. We can be free of suffering. We are free of suffering. We are free from mind's prattle. We are free of being hurt and feeling rejected. For we are not defined by any of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we settle into this freedom with great delight. We feel expanded and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then reality strikes and we notice that all is not perfect. There are still 'bad' moments. - Moments when we don't feel quite so free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we remember the wise teaching. The one that says we are not what happens, but rather the awareness of what happens. And thank God - what a relief - the teaching works! And we go back to feeling free of the suffering yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then reality strikes again. And again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time perhaps when the teaching 'stops' working! And no matter what wisdom we drag up from the depth of our being, we don't quite feel free. Even if we kid ourselves, there is something inside us that knows the truth. We simply don't feel quite free in this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is where the other side of freedom presents itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can notice that freedom is also the freedom to feel 'not free'. Of course this is paradoxical. But we can let our experience teach us beyond the paradox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eagle that soars must also swoop down. For it depends on that which is earth-bound to feed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, let not the taste of expansion become such an addiction that we are in bondage to it. Let it not be so grasped that we are not free to be small when we are small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be free from and of limitation &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; be free to be limited. And let reality show us how freedom dances between the two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-873359242491030711?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/873359242491030711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=873359242491030711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/873359242491030711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/873359242491030711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-1857661492554695662</id><published>2008-05-25T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T10:22:28.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal intersection</title><content type='html'>Everything begins here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why not? If everything can be said to have a beginning, then it can equally be here as anywhere else! Where does a sphere start? Where does it end? How about here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the other side of no beginning-no end. Yes there is no beginning to our reality and no end. So then, anything and everything can be a beginning (and an end)! How about here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we come to this magical point of our direct reality - right here, right now! This is where everything intersects. With nothing. With itself. Eternal intersection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's happening right here right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What allows it to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that love. Discover that as you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-1857661492554695662?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1857661492554695662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=1857661492554695662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/1857661492554695662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/1857661492554695662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/eternal-intersection.html' title='Eternal intersection'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-780074334588622516</id><published>2008-05-23T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:33:25.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Witness the birth of I</title><content type='html'>Notice the movement of air around you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a gust of wind strongly felt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a gentle breeze quite pleasant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it simply still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, can you say about it - &lt;em&gt;This is my gust of wind&lt;/em&gt;, or &lt;em&gt;This is my gentle breeze&lt;/em&gt;, or &lt;em&gt;This is my stillness&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This simply is, as it is. And we notice it. Is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are like the movement of air too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether they are big and gusty, or peaceful, or still, they simply are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who makes them &lt;em&gt;mine&lt;/em&gt;? - &lt;em&gt;My &lt;/em&gt;thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What arises to claim ownership?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that one who is born with thoughts, born only to own them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the one who witnesses this birth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-780074334588622516?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/780074334588622516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=780074334588622516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/780074334588622516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/780074334588622516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/witness-birth-of-i.html' title='Witness the birth of I'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-3380107222776492886</id><published>2008-05-21T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T19:14:14.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the flow</title><content type='html'>I - this body-mind&lt;br /&gt;With thoughts. feelings, actions&lt;br /&gt;I am in the flow&lt;br /&gt;The flow of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do&lt;br /&gt;Is life doing me&lt;br /&gt;What I live&lt;br /&gt;Is life living me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the teardrop&lt;br /&gt;That rolls down the cheek&lt;br /&gt;Moved by the heart&lt;br /&gt;Not separate from it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that&lt;br /&gt;By which&lt;br /&gt;Life experiences itself&lt;br /&gt;Such joy, such joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be this&lt;br /&gt;Only this&lt;br /&gt;All this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-3380107222776492886?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3380107222776492886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=3380107222776492886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/3380107222776492886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/3380107222776492886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-flow.html' title='In the flow'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329640441018281006.post-9171447598234357292</id><published>2008-05-19T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:36:52.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace this moment...</title><content type='html'>We worry about what tomorrow will be, and the day after. We worry about whether or not we will become spiritually evolved enough. Or perhaps materially evolved enough. We worry about &lt;em&gt;being&lt;/em&gt; enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a burden we carry. And all the time that we spend worrying is about something that isn't even here yet. Tomorrow is not here yet. &lt;em&gt;Now&lt;/em&gt; is what is here now. This is like throwing away the jewel in your hand right now, for the guarantee of a jewel in your hand tomorrow! Yet why would we value tomorrow what we cannot value this moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See through mind's madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If indeed there is something to &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;, it is simple. Embrace this moment. As it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the mind rebels against this statement, simply embrace that rebellion, for that is what this moment is presenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind's rebellion is not a force opposing the awareness. It cannot be. The mind's rebellion is an opposing force &lt;em&gt;within&lt;/em&gt; the awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a tornado with all its fierce destructive energy that seems to flatten out everything in its wake. Wherever the tornado expands, space makes place for it to expand! Space simply holds this whirling swirling tornado without any judgement. Can the tornado said to be opposing this space? Or arising in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awareness is like that. No matter what storm the mind kicks up, awarenes allows it to happen, and simply holds the mind without judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be that awareness which you are and embrace this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment becomes the next and the next and now you are holding life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5329640441018281006-9171447598234357292?l=miraszblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9171447598234357292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5329640441018281006&amp;postID=9171447598234357292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/9171447598234357292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5329640441018281006/posts/default/9171447598234357292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraszblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/embrace-this-moment.html' title='Embrace this moment...'/><author><name>Ameeta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
