In a tone both soft and blunt she uttered :
At the end of the path, there’s only one end,
The pitfall being not to walk it until the end.
The end opens onto a single pasture.
There are not two ways of forsaking everything,
You either leave the platform of your attachments,
Or you don’t.
The Divine can be perceived as a guardrail, helping us to avoid spinning wheels endlessly.
Watching westerners closely, we notice they embark on the boat of spirituality from a place of stong-willed intention.
Well, obviously this is not ‘kosher’, or ‘christian’, for that matter…and is not a problem in the eyes of pilgrims, wishing to appear free from any light panel on the road side.
Out of this egotic spurts, as chaotic as they they may sound, it remains possible to see genuine realisations surface.The problem is as follows :
Before these realisations occur, those spurts are giving away erroneous messages and confusing advice…especially as the outfits these pilgrims put on are often magnetic .
Behind rough imitations there often is a well-hidden arrogance.
As a frightened little girl crouching and clasping the last piece of furniture. No one is coming for her.
It might be the virtue of duality to shed light on this shivering person(a).
When some buddhist circles are generous in criticisms towards God-centered spiritualities, they often forget — out of ignorance, mainly — the mirror effect these approaches offer.
Pretty much like a bat sending sounds at nothing. When waves finally hit its sensors back, after having bumped into some random element, they let the bat know where it is.
The Divine can be our conversation partner, transmitting feedback information on the reality of our inner landscape.
The bat, the tree, the mountain, the water stream or emptiness,
all belong to the same nature.
The Divine helps us know where we are, and on which platform we stand.
We can call this platform ‘the ego’, ‘the mind’.
Once the landarks are set
we can receive the landscape callings
to see the oneness of nature.