It is said that thought precedes all things. How does thought precede all things?
Here everywhere we look around, every thing, left and right, up and below, far or near, big and small -- whether it supports life or not, whether it is of natural origin or created by someone, whether it is the manifestation of a Buddha or a bum -- once was nothing but a set of frizzling natural conditions springing from and eventually, inevitably returning to a singularity, time and again.
Each time, things perceived, things inspected by the mind -- liked, disliked, indulged in and ignored by the mind -- separated, reassembled, known, forgotten and remembered by the mind.
In this way, a small grain of thought grows into a big beautiful plant. And in the same way, stardust becomes earth, earth becomes animate, animal becomes human, human becomes (one with) god -- and if the god doesn't pay attention, he or she can return back to where the sun doesn't shine. It is in this way that thought precedes all things. The seed of thought contains a vast amount of life indeed.
Now, what does all the brain jerking give, you may wonder? We love to dwell in our imagined cosy universe, we despise it, we accept it, and we conceal it. But what is left in the end, and what does our intuition say?
What will come out of it in one year, in a hundred years, in a thousand years, or even after one earth rotation -- what will come out after just one single breath, of all that we do, say and think now?
Won't it be nothing but a fly taking a crap, a flash in the pan? Is this what drives some people mad, and releases others from the momentary madness into the bliss of lasting liberation? Thank you.
Here everywhere we look around, every thing, left and right, up and below, far or near, big and small -- whether it supports life or not, whether it is of natural origin or created by someone, whether it is the manifestation of a Buddha or a bum -- once was nothing but a set of frizzling natural conditions springing from and eventually, inevitably returning to a singularity, time and again.
Each time, things perceived, things inspected by the mind -- liked, disliked, indulged in and ignored by the mind -- separated, reassembled, known, forgotten and remembered by the mind.
In this way, a small grain of thought grows into a big beautiful plant. And in the same way, stardust becomes earth, earth becomes animate, animal becomes human, human becomes (one with) god -- and if the god doesn't pay attention, he or she can return back to where the sun doesn't shine. It is in this way that thought precedes all things. The seed of thought contains a vast amount of life indeed.
Now, what does all the brain jerking give, you may wonder? We love to dwell in our imagined cosy universe, we despise it, we accept it, and we conceal it. But what is left in the end, and what does our intuition say?
What will come out of it in one year, in a hundred years, in a thousand years, or even after one earth rotation -- what will come out after just one single breath, of all that we do, say and think now?
Won't it be nothing but a fly taking a crap, a flash in the pan? Is this what drives some people mad, and releases others from the momentary madness into the bliss of lasting liberation? Thank you.
Thank YOU.
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