Sunday, 18 April 2010

Reflections on the surface of creation and Enlightenment

Enlightenment, and nothing changes. Everything appears different, yet nothing has changed. Things are like they always have been in the infinite space of no-time. It is just the perception of this all-pervading nothingness that has changed.

Growing weary of the illusion of separation, your mind chooses to stop pretending, if even just for a while. A dip in the emptiness of everything, a taste of inseparable allness, and then back again.

But not back as to a place elsewhere, nor another state of mind. Just another part of mind, ever present, never increasing nor ceasing in activity, always there and forever holding all possibilities within it, nothing is there that cannot be perceived by this mind, nor can anything exist outside of it.

The only way of escaping omniscience is by believing in the reflections on the surface of creation, believing that these ripples are real and separate from what they reflect, our essence. One faculty of mind reflecting another aspect of it to the aspect that perceives it. In ignorance we become like dogs chasing our own tails, never being able to stop the turning of the wheel that the illusory existence is.

Only at points where the chase and its ever illusive end bores us, we sit down and reflect.  When we feel that the mirage prodduced by our thoughts of food and drink cannot fulfil us or satisfy our thirst or our hunger.

It is when we take on the role of the reflector that we see the thoughts that form the reflections that the perceiver sees. It is here that we see that what we experience is a produce of mind. It is here we choose to either jump into the game again, with higher awareness of the governing factors of it, or we choose to step out of it.

We paint our existence with our radiant mind onto the canvas of creation. 
The painter, observer and partaker I AM. 
Take time to reflect, do you like the painting, or have you been painting in your sleep? 
Mind is the canvas, the brush and the paint. 
The canvas reflects you and your thoughts with mirror like precision and without discrimination.

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