
Posted by Butch on 1/27/2008, 10:07 am, in reply to "Re: One Taste."
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--Previous Message--
: The self has a nature that persists like a
: weed in a garden. It is also eternal.
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: Realisation is one thing. But not being
: automatons, I'd suggest even the best among
: us need reminders from time to time.
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: Perhaps that's why we're here on this site,
: and not awaiting death alone in silent,
: zenful bliss. Fellow travellers each helping
: the other on the forgotten road?
:
Chris,
The false-self is like a weed. Hard to eradicate on its own terms. In fact, ego--the false-self, cannot rid itself of ego. Self-Control is an illusion. The perspective of the sage is that the isolated sense of self, the ego, is a false sense of self. A case of mistaken identity. A conditioned perspective. A learned reality. A symbollic reality. Like mistaking a map for that which it is a map of.
True or original or pre-conceptual self is not confined to a local sense of self. Self is ineffable. No this or that is pure. No seeming individual is absolute. No man is an island.
The Universe is an energy field of varying density. The individual body/mind complex is a vortex of energy. A whirlpool in the stream of existence. Real, but temporal. The only thing that is permanent is that thing that is not a thing. The underlying unity of existence is eternal. All taos are finite. Only the Tao is eternal. We are both an expression of the Tao, and the Tao itself.
Though there is only one Tao its nature is not numerically one. Its nature is manifold, a unitive one. God, so to speak, is not a lone soul playing a game of Solitaire with him or herself. Our world is not maya. Mountains are mountains. It is the thinking that anything is completely separate from anything else that is the illusion.
The game of choice is a game of Hearts we can all play. The Kingdom of the Tao is not like a person, rather, the Kingdom is like a family. More than one of us, but, none of us is truly separate from the seeming other. No tricks. Just the way it is. Though a string has two ends, it is a whole string. The Father and I are a unitive one. And so it is with each of us.
And yet times of solitude have their place as well. There is a time and a season for everything under the sun. Some things can only be said in silence.
Butch
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"The Tao is basically utterly open. Utter openeness has no substance. It ends in endlessness, begins in beginninglessnes".
-Li Daoqun
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