Each sitting is a choice: I either undulate on the waves of the mind curtain, (the fabric of cognitive-emotional matter undulates and moves along with the drafts and breezes and wild winds)
Or I raise the curtain in one move.
This curtain is sometimes made of a thick fabric of emotion and allows to experience all its heaviness.
The twists and waves in the fabric, the oscillations become hypnotizing and there comes a point when lifting the curtain requires an effort that sometimes seems too great in relation to our available resources.
The various tales of people from all walks of life unfold on its undulating surface.
Perceiving the necessary effort, the heaviness of the curtain is the first step towards the opening to come.
©FJ Oct. 2022
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And when you raise that curtain, and perceive that which is beyond, what is it that is beyond the fabric of your mind?
Do you find nothing?
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Haven’t you been told it is inappropriate to peek through the keyhole of you neighbours’ ?
How mischievous you must have been as a child…
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What is there to be found in non-mind-terial planes ?
How can ‘finding’ still remain relevant ?
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I would say reading is a poor substitute. A mind framing a representation of what another mind represents as being what it perceives.
Though it is the scope for misunderstanding that may allow greater inspiration.
I can never see through your eyes, nor you through mine.
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Unless : The deeper we dive the less
Yours and mine are relevant
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Ah – the realm where all becomes one.
We’ll all find it, one day.
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I cannot peek there; that’s why I have to ask.
Does « being » negate « finding »?
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Not finding, but ‘wishing to find’, ‘thinking we have found’.
Reading is peeking.
Why have we read spirituality books if not to peek at others’ experiences ?
..and wish to collect crumbles of Being.
Readers and beggars can substitute for one another.
If a reader stops being a beggar, he becomes a knower..
Knowers are real readers.
And real readers don’t really read.
(And real writers have stopped writing)
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