Sounds arise out of and fall back into silence, but what is silence? It seems that there is always noise. Noise arising out of and falling back into noise. A dog barking against a constant background of chirping crickets. The barking arises out of silence. The cricket chirping arises out of silence, but where is silence? Is silence the absence of noise? Or is silence inner stillness where there is no such thing as sound?
If you shut your eyes, and contemplate reality only with your ears, you will find there is a background of silence, and all sounds are coming out of it. They start out of silence. If you close your eyes, and just listen, you will observe the sounds came out of nothing, floated off, and off, stopped being a sonic echo, and became a memory, which is another kind of echo. It is very simple; it all begins now, and therefore it is spontaneous.
I hear the song of the nightingale.
The sun is warm, the wind is mild,
willows are green along the shore,
Here no bull can hide!
What artist can draw that massive head,
those majestic horns?
When one hears the voice, one can sense its source. As soon as the six senses merge, the gate is entered. Wherever one enters one sees the head of the bull! This unity is like salt in water, like color in dyestuff. The slightest thing is not apart from self.
Have you ever heard an old Zen saying that goes something like: “When you are hungry, eat. When you are tired, rest. When you are cold, put on extra flannel.”(see)…Well, tying shoes fits right in there and is a key to the understanding or grasping of things Zen.
Why do I fight so much with the ones I love? It seems sometimes that I put all of the anger that I have from the outside world onto them. I guess it seems impolite or out of place to go off on a co-worker, and I know that my family will forgive. It is absolutely no excuse that I project my anger onto them. They are the ones that I love the most and they are the ones that feel the brunt of my rage. If this Inner Engineering course does nothing besides help me manage and understand my anger then I will consider it a success. That is the thing that I need most right now. Enlightenment and the universe can come later. I need peace with my family and peace with myself.
Everything is happening as it should All possibilities exist now All past and future exist now I am the observer Everything external is internal Separation at physical level Two sides of one coin But both are the same coin Perceived reality is not permanent Thought is not permanent Reality cannot be controlled Thoughts and feelings of reality cannot be controlled But both can be accepted To categorize something is to limit it It is then either viewed as heads or tails, but never both
A fractal is infinitely complex, but each piece contains enough information to recreate the whole. Each level is different than the original. A cosmic spiral. The creation and interpretation creates time and the illusion of solidity.
We are a part of the pattern. If we see negative patterns as part of our life, we can accept them or we can change them. Either way, we are part of the change. Our patterns and actions at a small level influence and make ripples throughout the universe. We can make our change positive even when at first it may seem negative. There are no problems, there is only the situation.
I keep wanting to draw some correlation between the number of possible five minute audio files (2^211M) and the number of estimated number of hydrogen atoms in the universe (10^60). I keep going back to that audio file representing all possible audio snippets including things that did and did not happen. That audio span contains me driving an Audi R6 down the autobahn before I shoot my James Bond rockets into the douchebag in front of me. The audio file also has all possible scenarios of everything. You could even take consecutive 5 minute spans to form a story reaching from the big bang to the big crunch. Everything is possible in that five minutes. EVERYTHING!
So that five minutes of audio holds potential. The same is true of the universe. These different particles just waiting in a null state ready to be perceived. Who knows what the count of particles is. It is large. If the number of hydrogen atoms has been determined to be finite, then the number of particles must be finite as well. But at the same time, it represents all possibilities. Everything that could happen is represented by a finite number. Every possible thing, even the stuff that we can’t fathom as possible.
And what sits outside of that? Who is the viewer of that? Who is the Observer? I know what I want my answer to be, but I cannot say it with conviction. I think that part of the reason is that I want to jump to seeing it all. I want to jump to seeing something specific. I must first fully see my self. I must first fully see this possibility as it is. I must see this moment, and what is in front of me. Let it be. I shouldn’t try to interpret and build a past. Something may have happened before this and something may happen after this, but it is not happening now.
If I am thinking about something in the past, then it is a memory and not the actual event. Any feelings that I have are based on that memory and not the event itself. Since my feelings are not based on the current moment then I should be swayed by them.