In the pursuit of knowledge,
every day something is added.
In the practice of the Tao,
everyday something is dropped.
Less and less do you need to force things,
until finally you arrive at non-action.
When nothing is done,
nothing is left undone.
True mastery can be gained
by letting things go their own way.
It can’t be gained by interfering.
You have within your grasp the most precious gift in the world, the light penetrating the darkness, yet you sit dreaming. Wake up and throw your lives into the struggle.
Don’t wait another minute – lest you never taste the sweet fruit of penetration. Still your consciousness with the elixir of rest.
Suffering is a terribly bad habit – an addiction to interference.
Suffering is an unimaginable grace – a refuge for the art of surrender.
I resist – I cannot accept this hollow nothing that I am. What am I?
What is my I, assumed to be the center, from which I act, speak and think?
I now stand before my I – I and me, and we converse.
We have a good time, talking and reflecting, until late into the night.
I try to convince my self of my existence, and my self argues back to prove my innocence.
We don’t get anywhere, and exhausted we both fall into a deep slumber.
The dream wakes us up:
Waiting here for the bus that stops at another bus stop. The bus always stops where I am not waiting.
This nightmare is my revelation – there is no right bus stop to catch my bus.
I get in my way, and in the way of finding my bus everywhere.
I realize that I am also there, where seemingly without me the bus stops; but where I am not, I am just invisible to my self.
I dream of an attacker threatening me, not realizing that the attacker is my hidden me.
I and me conspire to creating cracks in the seamless fabric of reality, and these cracks bend the light of awareness and create illusions –
the illusion to not be there where I am.
What is concealed in you I will drag out into the light!
I will reveal your self-interest you call love!
You speak with such great words that mean nothing more than pathetic little morsels of mediocrity.
Enthralled and tranquilized by the quasi-predictive power of statistical probability, you miss the dangerous miracle of the Black Swan, unpredictable events that change everything forever.
Yes, there is no insurance for the life lived fully, yet are you really content to be the slave of your fear?
Let the stillness speak! Sooner or later you will have to become still – so completely still that every urge to move reveals the dream from which you want to wake up. In that stillness you will find eternity.
What I want to say cannot be spoken – I have lost my mind to no-mind.
Copyright 2012 by Dr. Stphane Treyvaud. All rights reserved.