Maha Maya Kinetic (cont'd)
You name the form: asteroids, parallel universes, fresh new thoughts, imaginary friends, walnuts, mystics, Spanish lessons. If you think about it, all are forms. Even the space in which they occur has a subtle form as the container of form, that which makes form possible.
Fascinating, but universally ignored, is the fact that form is actively experienceable only NOW. This includes memories and taped recordings of what was previously 'formed' and anticipations of forms to come. The remembering, the reviewing and the anticipating can only ever be enacted NOW, the only place there is direct evidence of life, as countless sages and visionary writers have pointed out for millennia: features of NOW we tend to overlook because they are too obvious to notice. The Cosmic Mother, a.k.a. unfathomable processes of interdependent causation, births all forms, including these words and the thoughts generated as you read.
Unfathomable NOW, we must seriously and joyfully notice, is the sole dimensionless presence with respect to which direct experience is even possible. Here in the Birthing Place, the Mother's Realm. Yet, paradoxically, as the Dalai Lama pointed out in a recent video, NOW cannot be found. The exact instant at which past and future merge is not scientifically measurable. Isn't that a kick in our empiricist pantalones? Imagine, as just a wild and crazy corollary of this fact, that, in the words of Buddhist scholar, Mathieu Ricard, 'things can only appear because they are empty.'
See the Mother's gift? Feel the Mother's gift? It's always happening right now. It is the entire non-dual jamboree of consciousness and its objects unfolding in the indescribable now, always fresh and new. Now is indescribable because it's not actually here. Now has no duration.
INSERT NOTHING HERE
Goaded by suffering, we pursue paths to salvation. Determined to transcend the ups and downs of experience, we seek refuge in heaven, nirvana or even a realm of good hashish and 72 virgins. We dismiss the ongoing tsunami of temporal forms as an illusion. We call it Maya and practice turning away from it towards the beatitude of absorption in the Formless Absolute. What if -- another stretch -- what if the more loving thing to do would be to fully honor, appreciate and celebrate all forms in their stunning temporal particularity, while, at the same time abiding in the Formless Absolute, without which there is no awareness of form anyway? You know, honor thy Mother and Father.
See the Mother's gift? Feel the Mother's gift? It's always happening right now. It is the entire non-dual jamboree of consciousness and its objects unfolding in the indescribable now, always fresh and new. Now is indescribable because it's not actually here. Now has no duration.
INSERT NOTHING HERE
Goaded by suffering, we pursue paths to salvation. Determined to transcend the ups and downs of experience, we seek refuge in heaven, nirvana or even a realm of good hashish and 72 virgins. We dismiss the ongoing tsunami of temporal forms as an illusion. We call it Maya and practice turning away from it towards the beatitude of absorption in the Formless Absolute. What if -- another stretch -- what if the more loving thing to do would be to fully honor, appreciate and celebrate all forms in their stunning temporal particularity, while, at the same time abiding in the Formless Absolute, without which there is no awareness of form anyway? You know, honor thy Mother and Father.
