We have to stop seeing ourselves as trapped inside a limited body that has two arms and two legs and which our ability can be plotted on a chart. We have to come to the realization that our true nature lives, as a perfect unwritten number, everywhere across time and space.
Over coming our "self" is the first step after we will see space is nothing but illusion. When we over come space we will see all we have left is "Here". then we over come time and see that all we have left is "Now". And in the middle of here and now we find Liberation, Enlightenment, Heaven.
And then the real learning begins. Nothing is impossible to the enlightened mind. The enlightened mind understands Heaven is not a place or a time. Heaven is perfection, its being perfect. We touch heaven in the moment we touch perfection in our lives. This perfection isn't how well we do something or how many time we do it, its not movement without flaws. Any goal or number is a limit, and perfection doesn't have limits. Perfection is being here"
"You exist in time, but you belong to
ReplyDeleteeternity- You are a penetration of eternity into the world of time-You are
deathless, living in a body of death- Your consciousness knows no death, no
birth- It is only your body that is born and dies-But you are not aware of
your consciousness-You are not conscious of your consciousness-And that is the whole art of meditation;Becoming conscious of consciousness itself."
— Osho
Something like twenty years ago, I was sitting in the Luxor temple in Egypt, sharing the lights and the silence of the night with some Egyptian friend of mine. Suddenly he said to me: "Gerard, you have the patience and the spirit of these stones that lived from eternity".
When reading Osho's teachings now, these words hit me back deeply...
at the end of the movie A River Runs Through It there is a narrating. I have often though about these words and the deep meaning within them. It goes like this,
ReplyDelete"Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters".