Mind is the behavior of Awareness made inevitable by the genetic imperatives of creature-hood. The existence of the unconscious mind as a template for behavior shapes our perceptions of the world and of ourselves being.
In meditation we cultivate Awareness: the "no mind" from which mind emerges.
In meditation we cultivate Awareness: the "no mind" from which mind emerges.
The waves are the water.
Insouciant Anonymity
it is drizzling rain
and the sleek red squirrel weaves her way
the intense glow new-green floor growth her umbrella
stop
sniff
hop a bit and sniff again
dig a bit and up with last falls full acorn
sit and peel and eat
back to the hunt and with the next find undulate the nearest tree
stub-branch perch and eat
calmly in the warm spring rain
Her kits will find themselves well fed
wind
the winking out of an instance of cognisant warmth
is dissolved in the fabric of nothingness from which it sprang
and nothing there-by is enriched
by everything
the voice of the universe
is the taste of being
Insouciant Anonymity
it is drizzling rain
and the sleek red squirrel weaves her way
the intense glow new-green floor growth her umbrella
stop
sniff
hop a bit and sniff again
dig a bit and up with last falls full acorn
sit and peel and eat
back to the hunt and with the next find undulate the nearest tree
stub-branch perch and eat
calmly in the warm spring rain
Her kits will find themselves well fed
wind
and rain
every drop real and alone
snow
every flake cold and unique
searing heat
care not for life or for death
joy or sorrow
for pain
for pleasure
for crushing servitude or leisure
every voice proceeds to flex the void
every cry of hope and despair un-echoed
spends its immeasurably tiny weight into the void
unmet unresisted unobserved
unanswered
every drop real and alone
snow
every flake cold and unique
searing heat
care not for life or for death
joy or sorrow
for pain
for pleasure
for crushing servitude or leisure
every voice proceeds to flex the void
every cry of hope and despair un-echoed
spends its immeasurably tiny weight into the void
unmet unresisted unobserved
unanswered
but yes form
and form
shapes everything
the winking out of an instance of cognisant warmth
is dissolved in the fabric of nothingness from which it sprang
and nothing there-by is enriched
by everything
the voice of the universe
is the taste of being
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