“When
you're in a burning building you do not stop to admire the pictures on the
wall. You get out of the building as fast as you can.” Robert Adams
The
Buddha described enlightenment simply as “the end of suffering.”
This
mystery is not something you can figure out with your mind.
Unless
you realise you are in prison, you will not try to escape.
Until
it hurts enough, you will not wish to awaken.
Form
is emptiness and emptiness is form.
That
which changes arises from that which is unchanging.
All
that you perceive with your senses is time, space and energy dancing in
patterns.
It’s
all a trick, a movie, light and shadow on a screen.
Escape
from the mirage, the dream, the illusion!
If
you would know the eternal, the real,
Let
everything else go!
I
have climbed the mountains of pleasure and plumbed the valleys of pain.
I
have sunk in the depths of sorrow and soared high on the winds of joy.
I
have danced on the grassy plains of happiness and wept in the dark chasms of
numbing grief.
I
have known the tormenting pangs of bitter loss and the exhilarating satisfaction
of successful gain.
In
the end, it was all a dream, a “tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.”
Tiring
of all the suffering, of all the highs and lows and I-told-you-so’s,
I
fell in abject and total surrender at the feet of the One.
In
that letting go, I disappeared!
All
that remained was THAT.
Perfect,
blissful peace.
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