"Examine the nature of unborn
awareness." Who is this "I"? Where did it
some from? Who is the one who realizes anything? Who is it that's
aware?
The slogan points to the transparency of everything, including
our beloved
identity, this precious M-E. Who is this ME?
The armor we erect around our
hearts causes a lot of misery. But don't be
deceived, it's very transparent. The more vivid it gets, the more
clearly you
see it, the more you realize that this shield - this cocoon - is
just made up of
thoughts that we churn out and regard as solid. It's not made of
iron. The
armor is not made out of metal. In fact, it's made out of passing
memory.
...If you think this big burden of
ego, this big monster cocoon, is something, it
isn't. It's just passing memory. Yet it's so vivid. The more you
practice, the
more vivid it gets. It's a paradox - it can't be found, and yet
it couldn't be
more vivid.
When we awaken our hearts, we're
changing the whole pattern, but not by
creating an new pattern. We are moving further and further away
form
concretizing and making things so solid and always trying to get
some ground
underneath our feet. This moving away from comfort and security,
this
stepping out into the unknown, uncharted, and shaky - that's
called
enlightenment, liberation.
We say
release, and radiance, and roses,
and echo upon everything that's known;
and yet, behind the world our names enclose is
the nameless: our true archetype and home.
The sun seems male, and earth is like a woman,
the field is humble, and the forest proud;
but over everything we say, inhuman,
moves the forever-undetermined god.
We grow up; but the world remains a child.
Star and flower, in silence, watch us go.
And sometimes we appear to be the final
exam they must succeed on. And they do.
