posted on Mar, 17 2018 @ 03:21 PM
Seeds of doubt such a thing comes with the kamma of volition sowing doubt in oneself is to question the known against the unknown however pouring the
cup to empty is a loftier goal for the "self" knowledge only lifts one so far as if on the wings of the deva.
Of course thinking one knows something is to grap and the concept once grasped will turn full circle; think one knows by definition? That is simply
rote understanding as one is crushed under the weight of that conceptual burden, how many how many? Fullness in the form of emptiness the void is
filled and emptied at the same rate.
Inner and outter wellsprings no different then what is coming and going? Breath is best saved for the inner fire unless one cares to warm a heart.
Words poured forth like water only tend to drown both.
Sowing seeds of doubt in other is a treacherious job for a teacher but only displeasing to the foolish ignorant; that cannot accept a lesson.
The eye is a cup make it both empty and full and it remains clear, the same with the ear it arises and passes as the flow of life itself; so filling a
mouth with baited breath a fish swims on it's own current. The source is of no matter except in those that mind.
When all is mind, make use of matter. When all matters what was the bearing or volition in mind? Once again the all. Self and other as regard to the
elements are no different. Water taken into the furnice of self with the other elements gives rise to a body how that body merges conglomerates and
forms is often discriminated.
Subject losing object is called focus, onject losing subject is simply being. Neither here nor there is a silly concept of distance due to the link of
All things connected whether supporting self or other; leaves no doubt when seen, heard, tasted, touched and smelled without such discrimination. The
link of ignorance that could place a doubt breaks the senses become unhinged due to being empty and all formation breaks apart that could lead to
contact with yet more birth/lives and becoming in those various states.
The old man and the burden is death and a corpse dragging past about the blind old woman is simply the next round until spun yet again.
There is world and when world is no different then how can the meaured be infinite as the immeasurable?
No bottom to a cup; there is just wellness and if the bucket drops such is the nature of thirst.
Slow fast and middling many only take into account the world across the vast reach of thought; already having arrived the dream rolls in the middle
having created the dream the illusion falls into place.
Each moment recieving and decieving each other, is a game silly enough to poke with a stick.