The illusion of control

[enigma]

Mar 27, 2010 4:50:26 GMT -5 amit said:

Mar 27, 2010 2:39:15 GMT -5 enigma said:

I want to say something about Love but I don't have the words. Something that could be seen as unwelcome if I am too clumsy. There's a tendency to bind Love within our judgments, but this is freedom itself in motion, and is bound by nothing. It is it's own master. The heart of the most violent storm is at once the rapture of Love and devoid of malevolence. The glory of the eagle diving for it's prey, wings swept back, magnificent in it's singular focus and deadly accuracy. This too is Love far beyond any concept of Love. The unfathomable power and majesty of a collapsing star.

Our private worlds are too small, and our minds too feeble for such Love that universes are given birth and death in it's embrace, and yet nothing is there that is not there, all of which arises within the timid mind that it would slough off and assign to it's own demons.

There is no demand because it is not needed. Love is sovereign and moves as it will, and is fiercely gentle, tenderly violent. Too say what it is not is already to fall into mind's error of thinking it knows what Love should be. Love has no particular interest in our foolish notions, least of all our fear.
I suppose I've been clumsy because I don't really know what I'm looking at, but I know it's not to be wrapped in a pretty bow. This would not begin to do it justice.

enigma:

This seems to speak to unconditional love, although you have not used that term, for 'it' plays both sides of all interactions, abuser and abused, predator and prey..........all that manifests without distinction or discrimination.

-amit-

I guess I meant to say that the darker side does not exist at all. In this way, Love is not involved in misperceptions and doesn't see them at all. All hells are personal hells, and Love is not personal.

[alpha]

"the absolute loves everything "equally", I can live with that, thanks...

[zendancer]

Clumsy, yes, because we have no words for capturing the vastness of love, yet something poignant is revealed through these feeble attempts to point at the truth. A few days ago I was hiking along a mountain ridge through what is a kind of natural Zen garden--large weathered slabs of sandstone encroached by variegated colonies of heavy moss. I am always careful to follow the narrow winding path along the rock surfaces and not step on the living carpet of mosses. It had recently rained, and the moss was vibrant, almost irridescently shining in the sunlight coming through the trees. At one point I stooped down and looked at the thousands of bryophytes (I think that's what they're called), letting the eyes focus on clusters of the velvety leaf-like structures and then upon numerous individuals within each cluster. As I did so, love and joy arose at the sheer wonder and splendor of such perfection, and the entire spectacle was all for ME, alone. Fortunately, there was no person there to imagine that what was being seen was something other than what it was.

An old master once told a student, "You can look, but don't touch (with the mind)."

Then, there's the wonderful story of the disciple who begged his master to allow him to accompany him on his morning walk in the mountains. They walked in silence for a long time and came to an overlook where a waterfall thundered over a cliff. They stopped and looked for a few moments, and then the student said, "How beautiful it is!" The master sadly replied, "Well, it used to be." LOL.

[enigma]

Hehe.
My lady and I often go to a nearby park with a bag of nuts and hold 'squrrel satsangs'. Those little guys can ask the most insightful questions! Anyhoo, the question came up about being in the present, and I said 'Close your eyes, and when you open them, look, and notice the first split second BEFORE your first thought ABOUT what you are looking at. Stay in that split second.'

She opened her eyes, and said 'Oh, my God!'
We didn't say anything more ABOUT it.