a reply to: peppycat
Youre welcome, indeed thats what it appeared as a lightly stirred pile of leaves and just a memory of the words saying the concepts of cat and giving
birth. Well, it was only later on when playing with one of the kittens did I learn what a cat actually was... but at the time sight consciousness and
sound consciousness had no way to connect the two things so the cat giving birth was just a pile of leaves gently stirred like the wind you mentioned,
although more poetically.
The escape of course, is similar to this... there is a master of the mind that has said: Zen mind, beginners mind. In experience of this state of
clear seeing as continuous from many years and lifetimes of practice; it is something I can verify as an experience... when one becomes detached from
all of those concepts and the mind returns back to what it once was and the concepts are just as ethereal but not unknown as when we were "beginners"
The freedom is one is not attached to all of this known, as it does not interfere with what is arising and passing by like and dislike... there are a
myriad of uncountable things arising in each moment, choosing the past over that arising and calling whatever it is dis-pleasurable is not the
appreciation of life but the appreciation of death as something someone feels they have already killed by experience with an ego. Yet there is no
possible way in the present always arising impermanence of being to make something permanent in nature except via a past called memory.
In such a way we create our own heavens and hells moment to moment to moment, and no one else is responsible for how we view all that arising except
ourselves in such attachments one has personally taken to form such a bias against the present and the future that has nothing to do with the bags one
has packed called memory to drag along that linger over everything as a ghost wishing to haunt or ruin each new arising. The sad thing is in doing so?
One does not realize they are continually robbing happiness when stuffing things in such boxes called memory and past.
Of course, when one has appreciation for life and possibility then such luggage is light... it spawns creative possibility, it adds every bit of magic
to the world that refuses to let go and let real happiness arise under the delusion that happiness of past can even be packed away for the future,
except in yet another memory or dream within a dream itself... still not the present but just an attempt at re-creation of it via memory in that
present moment... and the sad thing? All that was beautiful and arising as a possibility of a moment of happiness and perfection in that moment was
entirely missed in that bias for what has already passed.
To think so many beings do this every waking moment and miss out on the beauty of impermanence when seen properly, is a very chilling ghost story as
it means the zombie apocalypse has been occurring all around us for perhaps millions of years, until one wakes up and lets go of such rotting corpses
of oneself we've constantly dragged around calling it a self. Of course at that point, the horror doesn't end, as in empathy of such awakening and no
longer dragging a string of our past self around, is all of those still dragging not only their own but others around as well in such ignorance of not
knowing, they are doing so.
Of course peace means allowing your grandmother to make coffee through you when her energy comes to visit. Such is being a good host to ones guest...
however, some are not pleasant company and will continue to only bury themselves despite all pointing and admonishment that such grasping only becomes
the dirt and weight that not only covers but keeps them buried after their form is no longer bound by the energy that animates it, and the experience
of the void that one has fled from in the material becomes the very up or down spiral for birth and death that the karma of that life they've led has
made their bed in which to lay in or dwell.
Thank you, for your addition to creativity and adding beauty to the world... it is one of pure intention and seeing that it brings others happiness is
a payment worth accepting, many take the work of that as themselves and it forms an ego when it is simply clothes hanging in a closet we all share and
dress up with called words. Deed is similar as far as intention goes. Just being and just doing without intent other than the doing or being is also a
form of happiness that can of benefit to others yet when done simply for oneself asking ones intent for such doing and asking it of others is a good
idea, that way expectations are clear... the sad thing of course is one does not respect another's mode or expression of being because it is in a form
not oneself nor what they expect or want it to be, because that turns into control and slavery among individuals... giving rise to the very duality or
not being at peace with things as they arise and pass as it is in that moment in which it arises... we of course condition others in how to react
around us and what is appropriate and inappropriate and of course mutual respect says fine but that is your decision which makes it your
responsibility to uphold not mine unless out of mutual respect for ones being.
:p The strange thing is, it is not as complicated as it seems, and yet it is... all of these various personal contracts of what and how happiness is
achieved when it is just always arising and going by missed, by those various personal attachments. Especially when flown under a banner to say it has
more validity yet under close inspection, that banner is waved in a personal manner and just a stick carried around to smack others with engraved with
the word respect.
The move towards equality from a position of equanimity is an interesting one to watch... as there are so many justifications for clinging to
something that harms themselves and others and yet many are too ignorant due to that held hate and greed, whether given or borrowed to carry around as
an excuse for it continuing instead of simply laying it down and experiencing happiness fresh and new as it continually arises.