Mom and I often connected thru
our dreams
...Several months before her death,
I drempt of the highway highway between Russell
and Hays...a straight long highway...
and instantly there was a large banner
across the highway that read
Gertrude Rita Hoff.
I called Mom and said that I could not
read her middle name and knowing that
this was a great mystery even to her
immediate family.
She loved my visions as she shared with me
that it was Rita but never liked her
middle name...I discovered in that
moment that our dreams revealed
something that was heavenly and
beyond time...messages of love...
There is a place within that is beyond words.
Trying to describe it we use words like,
stillness, peace, love, divine, God.
When we are in that
stillness it seems that every
word expresses it. The truth
comes through in so many ways,
words feel like beautiful
arrows shot from the infinite source.
That is the nature of subjective
poetry, the
expression that is completely
ourselves, expressing us to
ourselves within
ourselves. Our own sense of the
divine that we understand perfectly.
If we are not in the
stillness the words may seem
inadequate, limiting, even
inappropriate or wrong.
Words do the one thing. They
refer. They point. They
are not themselves the
vessel. It may feel
that way at times, but even the
most delicious expression is
pointing toward
something that has some form of
existence and can be
referred to or pointed at.
Again, the beautiful Buddhist
expression: Words are
like fingers pointing
toward the moon. If you look at
the fingers you
won't see the moon.
But the still point within is
truly beyond any
expression. It includes anything
and everything so anything we say
is the truth. We
just cannot speak the
whole of the truth.
And so there is the beautiful
moment of being beyond
the speaking, where
words have become
unnecessary. Not really just
inadequate, but truly
unnecessary. Our experience is
full and needs no
expression to complete it or
fulfill it.
A Chinese comedian once remarked
that Lao Tzu had
said that he who
speaks does not know and took
several thousand words
to say that.
Aren't we glad he did?
Poetry, truth, beauty are all part
of the dance, but
even the dance is not all.
A Friend You'll Never See
My teacher once said to me, "I'm glad you've found a
friend
you'll never see." *That's* what the enlightened
mind is: a
friend you'll never be able to see. That friend
emerges when you
discover that the most authentic part of your own
self is
already *completely* free. It is not possible to be
mindful or
aware of this already free part of yourself in any
ordinary way,
but when you have the courage to let go, you will
find that
miraculously, it can and will respond with great
passion and
incredible precision, seemingly with no premeditation
whatsoever. Out of the blue, the right response will
appear. And
only *after* such a faster-than-thought response do
you become
aware of the fact that a part of yourself that
you're not
normally conscious of is paying attention all the
time. That
part of yourself is always awake—even when you don't
*seem* to
be. The expression of that wakefulness is the
shocking
spontaneity of enlightened awareness.
Many of us say we want to be enlightened, but how
many of us are
ready to let our whole lives be guided by a friend
that we will
never be able to see? For most of us, it's
unbearable even to
conceive of, because it points to a kind of
surrender that is
unimaginable. A surrender in which the ego no longer
gets to run
the show. Finally, all the weighing and measuring is
given up,
because you have no doubt that what you are seeking
for is
something you will never be able to grasp with the
mind. This is
the dawning of humility: when you begin to discover
a
non-materialistic, not-knowing relationship to the
immeasurable,
ungraspable, inconceivable, all-consuming mystery
that is your
own deepest self. It is this that opens the door for
that friend
you will never see to begin to speak through you and
ultimately
to become who you are.
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