Saturday, October 27, 2012

Scraping off Sense-of-Self




Again with a stiff body I sat down for meditation, for the nth time in this life.
Stiff, stiff stiff, me me me. I gradually started noticing for the first time, the sense of me is instilled in each column of the spine, in each nerve, tissue, sinew … so filled up with the sense of self, and therefore so stiff.

Will take time to scrape it down and not paint new layers on it.
BIG task ahead


*Sense of self/ me me me - not to be understood as 'selfish'  but closer to the Pali word 'anatta' or non self

Monday, October 22, 2012

My Poem

Deep blue ocean of love
spread as far as eyes can see

I need no float, no mast, no ship
Flung myself to become one with the sea

Splash I did, and hard I hit
...o waves, no tides, the sea was gone
Soiled myself in a muddy bottom of a pond