Silent Musings

Just for fun, OK? Don’t take it personally.

awakening = sudden realization that i’m better than other people.
present = thinking that being here is a special achievement.
namaste = i’m too cool to say “hello”.
mindful = trying too hard to impress.
manifest = take credit where no credit is due.
spiritual = has a hardened belief system.
advaita = replacing your version of duality with mine.
ego = my excuse for acting like an a**hole.
karma = justification for my failures, and retribution for my enemies’ failures.
practice = getting high on the cheap.
God = someone please give me the answer.
enlightenment = fantasy meets reality.
heaven/hell = country club/prison for those who agree/disagree with me.
divine = that which truly is better.
guru = someone whose wisdom I exhalt and whose faults I ignore.
devotion = begging at the feet of my lord and/or guru for spiritual goodies.
om = the first and last symbol of hypocrisy.
tantra = ecstatic union of eastern mysticism and western indulgence.
zen = too cool to make sense.

Man: God, if you can hear me, please answer my prayer. I’m desperate to discover your true nature.

God: …

Man: Please, God! I don’t know how long I can take this. I’ve meditated for over 30 years, and still, nothing. Can you please show me a sign?

God: …

Man: God, why have you forsaken me? You reveal yourself to others, but not to me. Can you please show me, just this once? That’s all I ask.

God: …

Man: This is hopeless. I need a drink.

God: (thinking to himself) How much more clear and obvious can I be?! This is hopeless. I need a drink.

I keep noticing lately all the attention being paid to “being present”, “living in the present moment”, “being in the now”, or however one might phrase essentially the same notion. Once Oprah gets into the game, you can be sure to find it becoming ubiquitous within pop culture. While it is a positive sign that the nature of presence is gathering such attention in the search for essential truth, there is also a fundamental yet common misconception at play in the mix. Namely, that there is any possibility one could be anything other than radiantly present in this moment.

I’ll make this as simple as I possibly can. There is only the present moment. There is no other time and no other place (in fact, there is no time or space at all, but that’s another topic). So where else could one be but here and now? That’s right, it’s impossible. The troubles begin when one thinks there is an alternative (i.e. past or future). It is precisely the concern over the past or future that we label as “not being present”, when in fact, this phrase is an oxymoron. And so to summarize, the key to “being present” is to understand deeply that you already and always are.

If you don’t believe what I’m saying here, try this little experiment. First notice in any moment that you are aware. Then ask yourself the question, “does awareness require any effort at all, or does it occur naturally without intervention?” Then notice whether awareness occurs in the past, present, or future. You should be able to see clearly that awareness is as naturally occurring as a heartbeat, always there, always in the present. The past and future are made up of thoughts (within present awareness) and nothing else.

Also, I should point out that I’m not writing this to be a smart aleck or wow you with my logical brilliance. There is a tremendous benefit to really getting what I am saying here. It is precisely what is needed to actualize the teachings of all the sages and authors who speak of the benefits of being in the present moment.

So congratulations! You’re present, always have been, always will be. Just don’t think otherwise.

It is difficult to write when one has no frame of reference from which to speak. No map, no truth, nothing of which to be certain, no experience that connects to any other in any logical way. There is a distinct connection in every moment, but it is perplexingly self-referential, yet simulaneously all encompassing.

What else can I say? You had to be there? Except that there isn’t any “there” there. Maybe one day I’ll have something more to say, or maybe “I” will simply disappear into the Beautiful empty pages that emanate from the Heart.

What kind of work
Can I do in this world?

Who would be kind enough
To hire an old holy Bum,

One with a great reputation
For loving the charms
Of the lawless
And the wild artists and the lewd?

Maybe I could become a poet.

Maybe the Beloved
Will make my love so Pure

That He will come to sit upon
All my Beautiful empty pages.
And when you come to look at them,

He might kick you
With His Beautiful Divine Foot.

- Hafiz

Something quite extraordinary, yet at the same time so utterly ordinary happened during morning meditation yesterday. Spontaneously and without any effort whatsoever, the spiritual seeker that had inhabited this body-mind since its birth drew its last breath and died of natural causes. It all happened to the tune of the song, Que Será, Será (Whatever will be, will be), the once popular tune featured, ironically enough, in Alfred Hitchcock’s 1956 classic, The Man Who Knew Too Much. As it played in consciousness during sitting meditation, the lyrics had been curiously altered to Que Está, Está (Whatever is, is). By some act of Grace, this phrase turned out to be the last catalyst required for the release of the seeker’s bond.

When such an event occurs, one can easily be perplexed by the apparent contradictions conjured up by the experience of it. There is a release into total liberation, and at the same time, no change at all from the state of human bondage. One is completely free to be trapped in the delusion that is human life. There is the sense that this is a uniquely rare occurrence, and yet the direct knowledge that it is also universally common, and only missed by so many because it is too obvious to see. One feels at once certain that this is the end of the path, and yet also that it is only the beginning. This is what one has always wanted, and yet, nothing has been attained, and it is not at all what one expected to find.

The seeker’s path is defined by the desire to achieve a state that is not this - whether it means liberation, enlightenment, or any other fancy spiritual term or picture that one has in mind. Often, these images are interpretations of what we read, or perhaps hear from our teachers and spiritual friends. Looking back, it is not surprising that the goals held in this mind of what seeking might bring were never once fulfilled. Never, ever. This path was one of total and complete failure. It was also a pathless path, in the sense that it can never be repeated, nor should it be. Each journey is unique, and yet ultimately ends up back at the beginning. Back to this.

In the end, when seeking is done, one can only be certain of one thing - That I Am, I Am That, and That Is All There Is. After morning meditation, the dishes in the sink left over from the previous night’s meal sat waiting, looking back at themselves as they were being hand-washed, one by one. Each one a baby Buddha to be adored, each one as simple and plain as the dishwasher, each one returning the love and careful attention they received from their owner.

Reality can neither be proved nor disproved. Within the mind you cannot, beyond the mind you need not. In the real, the question, “what is real?” does not arise. The manifested and unmanifested are not different.

I am all. As myself all is real. Apart from me, nothing is real.

-Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj, from I Am That

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