Finding an ease in Being where we live.
For most of us, reality is “what I think and what I feel.” And that all depends on the day, on whether we’re mooding up or mooding down. Our moods, personal and collective, provide the feel of our life.
In fact, we’re addicted to our minds, to compulsive thinking, thinking… thinking. It all adds up to a life driven by desire and fear.
Indeed, our desire not to fear is what leads us to seek solace in all things. And if we don’t find it in things, then we search for solace in beliefs – in hopes, dreams and various forms of entertainment that seemingly ease our insecurities. Either way, these imaginary gods we invent are not only religious ones, but also what we find in our culturally pre-programmed heads and hearts…in the sacred and profane thoughts and feelings we so desperately want to believe are real and true.
There’s nothing wrong with believing, of course, except to say that a belief is a thought about reality, and not reality itself. We see the world we believe in; the world our mind labels “real”. While in truth, there is a world, an unknown reality, not personally apprehended by any form of mental knowing or belief.
In fact, reality is not something to be known by our limited body/mind sensations of it. It can only, ever, be found in being it. And being is not a thought, not a feeling. Being is not about any concept we may have about it. It is existence, in and as, awareness, or what we may call “direct knowing”.
“Being” is where we truly live. We no longer see the present in terms of our memory; we no longer view the unknown through what we think is known; we no longer react from a personal, limited and still-born Me and Mine perspective.
Being embraces our egoic and fragile self-conception tenderly; it lovingly frees us from the weighty burden of belief in it. Being allows that which our minds have constructed as “me’ to be deconstructed, and it allows for a letting-go of the immense imaginary non-being or Identity we innocently cobbled together from found bits of hair, shells and string. You know, all those itsy bitsy glittering things that crows and humans collect!
We turn down the volume of the radio/mind, and dwell in the ground of silence we are. Of course, everything remains the same; the world turns the way it will, and action now comes from love – from where we live and have our being, yes 🙂
