And I watched and watched
as the world passed by
and yet didn’t learn.
For it is the depth, not the breadth of experience
that makes truth available.
Another observation that came from reading a meditation book was that learning will keep coming, I don’t have to feel awful about what I didn’t know earlier :)
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It is one of those days when I feel something that points out a larger emptiness. I feel it is because I feel more ‘connected’ to the outer sphere and inner reality, to emptiness itself—anatta. Have been spending hours meditating, had three consecutive holidays and had little else to do. It is still notional though, yet to come as literal experience.
Also, strangely enough my understanding of things have changed without warning. Love is not about receiving any more, but giving. Love is not passion, not in the least bit, but loving-kindness for all. Quite humbling.
Aspirations are linear and not splintered into a thousand mirages. Yet I have come at odds with common notions that take pride in creating a dependency in love. I have to saddeningly cover the grand liberating gifts of dhamma under the shroud of phrases like ‘I am austere’. There is bounty of satisfaction within and that’s reducing my sensory intake of food, pleasant odors, music etc., not any favoritism for a notion of austerity. Sometimes, one meal a day suffices. Fulfilling, but strange for peers who count my rotis. I have seen these phases of little eating come and go, yet to discover why.
May dhamma spread!
