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Post by jimmytantric on Jan 18, 2010 1:43:25 GMT -5
There once was a poor farmer who was very aware that things are often not as they first seem. One day his only horse ran away, and sympathethic neigbors cried, "how terrible." But the farmer shrugged. Maybe. The next day the horse returned, leading ten wild horses. Suddenly the farmer was rich!. The neighbors gathered around and shouted, how wonderful!. The farmer said, maybe." Later, his only son, while trying to break in one of the horses, was thrown, and his leg horribly broken. The neighbors said," How terrible." The farmer said, "Maybe". The next day, army officials came to draft the boy for the war but, seeing the mangled limb, left without taking him. The neighbors said, "How fortunate!" The farmer said, "Maybe." And on it went. I'm sure you know where this story is going. Just thought I'd share it with fellow seekers of whatever. May WE all awaken to what WE really are already without the confusion of mind. Iwould like to give a big hug to All who are on this forum.OM
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Post by klaus on Jan 18, 2010 14:12:35 GMT -5
There once was a poor farmer who was very aware that things are often not as they first seem. One day his only horse ran away, and sympathethic neigbors cried, "how terrible." But the farmer shrugged. Maybe. The next day the horse returned, leading ten wild horses. Suddenly the farmer was rich!. The neighbors gathered around and shouted, how wonderful!. The farmer said, maybe." Later, his only son, while trying to break in one of the horses, was thrown, and his leg horribly broken. The neighbors said," How terrible." The farmer said, "Maybe". The next day, army officials came to draft the boy for the war but, seeing the mangled limb, left without taking him. The neighbors said, "How fortunate!" The farmer said, "Maybe." And on it went. I'm sure you know where this story is going. Just thought I'd share it with fellow seekers of whatever. May WE all awaken to what WE really are already without the confusion of mind. Iwould like to give a big hug to All who are on this forum.OM Love to you also, jimmy. |
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Post by karen on Jan 18, 2010 15:24:53 GMT -5
From me as well Jimmy.
Out of curiosity, what is your practice if any?
Karen
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Post by jimmytantric on Jan 19, 2010 17:04:59 GMT -5
Karen- Non-practice,pathless path-etc. Whatever is Dances itself as ALL. I, (which there is and is'nt,I guess), don't identify with thoughts and stopped labeling them, except for practical purposes, (fix the car- grocery shop- find my way home etc). We can do nothing unless it's given to us which is really an oxymoron because its All One anyways. Self Observation without getting involved in it, is helpful. Light projects all forms and does'nt differentiate a serial killer from a saint it's All part of Maya. Jai is the Dancer-You are His/Her/ Dance. The sparks that fly off into the night, from the bonfire, were the fire then moved off dissolving into another matter. Effort such as meditation, Yoga, etc; depending on the intention will put the you (energy) into the flow or Tao, but then it's up to IT( God, Buhdda etc ) to do what it wants with you (Itself). Using a means to find an end will not help- and words are useless. I truly believe a persons Love for what gives all life is key and to,what degree even more so-but even that is given to Itself as Itself. Shankaras "Crest Jewel of Discrimination" explains it as well as words will allow. Peace OM
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Post by lightmystic on Jan 20, 2010 12:23:34 GMT -5
Good story Jimmy, About that hug....right back at ya....  There once was a poor farmer who was very aware that things are often not as they first seem. One day his only horse ran away, and sympathethic neigbors cried, "how terrible." But the farmer shrugged. Maybe. The next day the horse returned, leading ten wild horses. Suddenly the farmer was rich!. The neighbors gathered around and shouted, how wonderful!. The farmer said, maybe." Later, his only son, while trying to break in one of the horses, was thrown, and his leg horribly broken. The neighbors said," How terrible." The farmer said, "Maybe". The next day, army officials came to draft the boy for the war but, seeing the mangled limb, left without taking him. The neighbors said, "How fortunate!" The farmer said, "Maybe." And on it went. I'm sure you know where this story is going. Just thought I'd share it with fellow seekers of whatever. May WE all awaken to what WE really are already without the confusion of mind. Iwould like to give a big hug to All who are on this forum.OM |
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