There is only light.
Liberation is like a 360 degree turn around in which the same thing is being seen as before except instead of there being a ‘you’ looking out at objects in the world ‘out there’ there is no longer a world ‘out there’ there is only what is happening and no ‘you’ to look out or to filter it. The contracted false centre called ‘Me’ expands so there is no longer any centre, only boundless life, boundless Being with no beginning or end, no start or finish, no birth or death.
People are seen as they truly are as they are met free of concept, free of the illusion that they are separate person that can be known. It is seen that there is no other. This is boundless unconditional love and is too immediate to be known. This cannot and does not need to be known. Nothing needs to be done, you are already home.
…Imagining a man,
And his sun-freckled face
And gray Connemara cloth,
Climbing up to a place
Where stone is dark with froth,
And the down turn of his wrist
When the flies drop in the stream—
A man who does not exist,
A man who is but a dream;
And cried, “Before I am old
I shall have written him one
Poem maybe as cold
And passionate as the dawn.”
Yeats, The Fisherman
All that’s left of anyone is a story
and all that’s left of a story
is how you tell it.
Brendan Kennelly, ‘Now’
But don’t sit too long,
They told me,
least you fall behind
How do you expect to get ahead
and make something of yourself
with that attitude young man?
Ok, So I’ll try not to fall behind
and I’ll strive to get ahead
But, I don’t know if I’m coming or going.
As I was despairing she offered me hope
Don’t forget to be spontaneous, life is short and sweet for certain
Yes MÚinteoir I’ll strive and struggle
to make something of myself
but I’ll make time to be spontaneous.
And someday maybe I’ll get there.
But surely, but how can..
But question teacher- What if I don’t know who I am?
How will I even know when I’ve arrived? and how…
(If I had the vocab: Where the fuck am I with all of this progressive endeavor
if I don’t even know who it is that is progressing)
You’ll understand when you’re grown up.
I told an old man after school
what the teacher told me,
He was surely grown up at his old age
I’m sure his words were wise
But they offered me nothing.
You will in your shite son, he said
I will in my shite!.
And all the while an invitation
A constant invitation
So see that
Neither was right
Neither was wrong
This was IT all along.
You don’t have a life, you ARE Life. The difference cannot be seen from a false centre. There is both no difference and an immeasurable difference. In other words there is only life but people attach a “Me” to it, creating a false centre with from which they look out at the world. There is no outer and inner only in the mind. When it is seen it is the same thing being looked at but the difference, now that there is no “Me” there filtering everything and categorizing into ‘bad’ and ‘good’, is immeasurable.
The cross can also be seen as a symbol for the timeless point of a linear illusion being seen through (by no one). The vertical intersects the linear to show you that your feeling of being a separate individual moving through time and space and relating to objects that are outside of you, is a dream. This point is Now, it is timeless and is NO(thing) so cannot be approached. It cannot be approached for it is all there ever is. There is nothing that needs to be done to see that all there is is unconditional love. We feel we’re not quite complete, not quite there yet and so the seeking continues. We live (apparently) in a world of becoming and what we really seek is Being, which is all there is. We dare not see nothing as it screams our absence. Nobody has even been able to describe the fullness, the boundlessness that arises in that absence.