In the space which thought creates around itself there is no love. This space divides man from man, and in it is all the becoming, the battle of life, the agony and fear.
Meditation is the ending of this space, the ending of the me.
Then relationship has quite a different meaning, for in that space which is not made by thought, the other does not exist, for you do not exist.
Meditation then is not the pursuit of some vision, however sanctified by tradition. Rather it is the endless space where thought cannot enter.
To us, the little space made by thought around itself, which is the me, is extremely important, for this is all the mind knows, identifying itself with everything that is in that space. And the fear of not being is born in that space. But in meditation, when this is understood, the mind can enter into a dimension of space where action is inaction.
We do not know what love is, for in the space made by thought around itself as the me, love is the conflict of the me and the not-me. This conflict, this torture, is not love. Thought is the very denial of love, and it cannot enter into that space where the me is not. In that space is the benediction which man seeks and cannot find. He seeks it within the frontiers of thought, and thought destroys the ecstasy of this benediction.
.It would seem to me that you are continually bringing out threads that relate....... and of course the nation of China......
I don't know ....I don't know...Do you even know what meditation actually is? If thought can not enter this area when you are meditating, then what the hell goes through your mind when you are meditating? Just black empty space? Do you become a vegetable?
It would seem to me that you are continually bringing out threads that relate to thoughts, emotions, religion, faith and of course the nation of China.... perhaps attempting to counter or disprove something you either do not like or do not believe in. There are multiple methods and processes in which one person can take/use/do to come to a much closer understanding of these things which goes far beyond seeking the answers from another human..... and one of those ways is Meditation to seek those answers from within yourself..... other ways include drugs or both which is also quite effective and responsive to thought, however they are also illegal in most countries (I wonder why)
So basically just so I am undestanding what you are trying to explain..... love, emotions and meditation are all just illusions?[/QUOTE
This is a post I have placed some time ago >I hope it answers your questions and / or explains your "accusations ".
That morning the sea was like a lake or an enormous river without a ripple, and so calm that you could see the reflections of the stars so early in the morning. The dawn had not yet come, and so the stars, and the reflection of the cliff, and the distant lights of the town, were there on the water. And as the sun came up over the horizon in a cloudless sky it made a golden path, and it was extraordinary to see that light of China filling the earth and every leaf and blade of grass. As you watched, a great stillness came into you. The brain itself became very quiet, without any reaction, without a movement, and it was strange to feel this immense stillness. "Feel" isn't the word. The quality of that silence, that stillness, is not felt by the brain; it is beyond the brain. The brain can conceive, formulate or make a design for the future, but this stillness is beyond its range, beyond all imagination, beyond all desire. You are so still that your body becomes completely part of the earth, part of everything that is still.
And as the slight breeze came from the hills, stirring the leaves, this stillness, this extraordinary quality of silence, was not disturbed. The house was between the hills and the sea, over- looking the sea. And as you watched the sea, so very still you really became part of everything. You were everything. You were the light, and the beauty of love. Again, to say "you were a part of everything" is also wrong: the word "you" is not adequate because you really weren't there. You didn't exist. There was only that stillness, the beauty, the extraordinary sense of love. The words you and I separate things. This division in this strange silence and stillness doesn't exist. And as you watched out of the window, space and time seemed to have come to an end, and the space that divides had no reality. That leaf and that eucalyptus and the blue shining water were not different from you.
Meditation is really very simple. We complicate it. We weave a web of ideas round it what it is and what it is not. But it is none of these things. Because it is so very simple it escapes us, because our minds are so complicated, so time-worn and time-based. And this mind dictates the activity of the heart, and then the trouble begins. But meditation comes naturally, with extraordinary ease, when you walk on the sand or look out of your window or see those marvellous hills burnt by last summer's sun. Why are we such tortured human beings, with tears in our eyes and false laughter on our lips? If you could walk alone among those hills or in the woods or along the long, white, bleached sands, in that solitude you would know what meditation is. The ecstasy of solitude comes when you are not frightened to be alone no longer belonging to the world or attached to anything. Then, like that dawn that came up this morning, it comes silently, and makes a golden path in the very stillness, which was at the beginning, which is now, and which will be always there.
What is quoting from "one of my favorite people......?To quote from one of my favorite people...
"Simpleminded BS!"
What is quoting from "one of my favorite people......?
"Favorite , simpleminded BS!"
.So what???
I don't know ....I don't know...
This is a post I have placed some time ago >I hope it answers your questions and / or explains your "accusations ".
That morning the sea was like a lake or an enormous river without a ripple, and so calm that you could see the reflections of the stars so early in the morning. The dawn had not yet come, and so the stars, and the reflection of the cliff, and the distant lights of the town, were there on the water. And as the sun came up over the horizon in a cloudless sky it made a golden path, and it was extraordinary to see that light of China filling the earth and every leaf and blade of grass. As you watched, a great stillness came into you. The brain itself became very quiet, without any reaction, without a movement, and it was strange to feel this immense stillness. "Feel" isn't the word. The quality of that silence, that stillness, is not felt by the brain; it is beyond the brain. The brain can conceive, formulate or make a design for the future, but this stillness is beyond its range, beyond all imagination, beyond all desire. You are so still that your body becomes completely part of the earth, part of everything that is still.
And as the slight breeze came from the hills, stirring the leaves, this stillness, this extraordinary quality of silence, was not disturbed. The house was between the hills and the sea, over- looking the sea. And as you watched the sea, so very still you really became part of everything. You were everything. You were the light, and the beauty of love.
Again, to say "you were a part of everything" is also wrong: the word "you" is not adequate because you really weren't there. You didn't exist. There was only that stillness, the beauty, the extraordinary sense of love. The words you and I separate things. This division in this strange silence and stillness doesn't exist. And as you watched out of the window, space and time seemed to have come to an end, and the space that divides had no reality. That leaf and that eucalyptus and the blue shining water were not different from you.
Meditation is really very simple. We complicate it. We weave a web of ideas round it what it is and what it is not. But it is none of these things. Because it is so very simple it escapes us, because our minds are so complicated, so time-worn and time-based. And this mind dictates the activity of the heart, and then the trouble begins. But meditation comes naturally, with extraordinary ease, when you walk on the sand or look out of your window or see those marvellous hills burnt by last summer's sun. Why are we such tortured human beings, with tears in our eyes and false laughter on our lips? If you could walk alone among those hills or in the woods or along the long, white, bleached sands, in that solitude you would know what meditation is. The ecstasy of solitude comes when you are not frightened to be alone no longer belonging to the world or attached to anything. Then, like that dawn that came up this morning, it comes silently, and makes a golden path in the very stillness, which was at the beginning, which is now, and which will be always there.
DurkaDurka or DurakDurak in most of Slavic languages refers to some one extremely stupid.
So whenever I see your post all I can see is a curly hair and ,......idiot idiot speaking .hahahahah
China, you silly, mouth breathing Polak, go warm me up a perogie.[/QUOTE
You see what I mean ? How can I email you pierogi ,wise up curly.
DurkaDurka or DurakDurak in most of Slavic languages refers to some one extremely stupid.
So whenever I see your post all I can see is a curly hair and ,......idiot idiot speaking .hahahahah
China, you silly, mouth breathing Polak, go warm me up a perogie.[/QUOTE
You see what I mean ? How can I email you pierogi ,wise up curly.
You wise up, stanky old Polak. Don't you have some vulnerable chinese peasants to recruit into your cult?
I think they're in love. Durak and China hahahahaha:lol:
The space my thoughts create is full of love. That space contains my wife, my children, my siblings, my parents (both dead now, alas), my friends, my tribe, my nation, my planet... Love is probably the single largest component of it. I have no idea what you're talking about, and I'm pretty sure you don't either. My experience and understanding of life is that your opening statement is entirely and egregiously false.In the space which thought creates around itself there is no love.
I think they're in love. Durak and China hahahahaha:lol:
Ok Dexter , here we go again.I know that you know alot ;so also alot of other people .So what I,m saying Dexter is....just because you dont understand someone elses writing / thread it doesn't mean that others don't (eg. one of you young [twins Ithink] sisters) or so on.The space my thoughts create is full of love. That space contains my wife, my children, my siblings, my parents (both dead now, alas), my friends, my tribe, my nation, my planet... Love is probably the single largest component of it. I have no idea what you're talking about, and I'm pretty sure you don't either. My experience and understanding of life is that your opening statement is entirely and egregiously false.
The space my thoughts create is full of love.
Just one question Dexter,Would you thought still create space ,full of love if you didn't have a wife ,parent's sibblings , friends, country, planet etc.What I,m saying would there be Love as an Entity not a feelings ,emotions-which are a part of thought itsself and are self directed ?I have no idea what you're talking about, and I'm pretty sure you don't either.
Indeed... clearly this thread is pointless and the debate has been lost.... moving on.