In seeking, the assumption is that there is something else, something more–that there is some other way of being, or something or somewhere to which one gets or arrives.
There is perhaps another way of seeing, but nobody goes anywhere. It’s not out there somewhere, or down the road.
There is this appearance, or what seems like a variety of appearances, including the apparent self, or most notably some kind of feeling state, that is perceived as this way or that. Usually, some version of suffering, or not. Awake, or asleep.
There are appearances…and that’s it! To talk about “false” and “true”, or real and unreal is misleading. The false is just the way the true appears as something it’s not, through an amazing feat of creation that appears as me, as the world, as many apparent things and circumstances. But it’s all as true as it gets.
So it cannot even be said that appearances are false, and awareness, the backdrop and creative force behind appearances, is true. Because what else is there?
Form is the expression of the otherwise inexpressible Formlessness. That’s all there is. Like “all there is” to a dream.
There’s no way out of this expression. But maybe the mind just tires of its drivel, gets weary of the whole ruse of seeking. It wears out, so to speak, and sees the futility of keeping up the charade, attempting to prop up the eternal emptiness, of form. Ever been close to an elderly person as the mind and body wears out?
Yet here it is, anyway you look at it. No one ever went anywhere, like in a dream, but the dream appears to go on. Because it appears to still take some kind of form.
Isn’t that just marvelous? Nobody has to go anywhere or do anything, because there’s no parts or places. Suffering is believing there is something else, something more, something better, when here it is.
The entrance to the tunnel is seen in and from the same place as the light at the end. There is no distance. It’s an illusion, but it’s all we’ve got, for now.
The Deepest Peace 
“There’s no way out of this expression…”?
Sharing a poem ‘NO EXIT’ :
https://centrepoems.com/2019/07/16/no-exit-2/
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This is wonderful! Thank you.
“No need to talk of escape.
Escape from this prison
is a doorway into the prison yard
and back again.”
But how to convince—this is not nihilistic. Not.
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“Basic Ethics!”
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“Good is…”
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THE MOUSE
The Mouse
that scuttles down the bank
across the bricks
and back again
carries no wallet
and all its baggage
is in the simplicity
of its brain.
The Bird that slides
across the wind
has left its briefcase
in a former life
together with its house
its mortgage
(and its wife).
The Beetle with antlers like a stag’s
needs no loans,
pays no tax
and lives inside its bones.
Only Man
has spread his thought
far and wide;
is caught in its pulsating web,
and grasping at every thread,
is trapped inside.
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Hello Colette
I hope you are well. Thank you for Not Two Ways of Being. It reminds me of that Longchenpa quote”
“Since everything is but an apparition, perfect in being what it is, having nothing to do with good or bad, acceptance or rejection, one may well burst out into laughter.”
Only, instead of laughter, I feel drawn to stillness…
Beyond thoughts that say otherwise, we are already whole. Falling back from tinctured stories into the silence that wants for nothing. Life is already happening
Much love
r
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“Beyond thoughts that say otherwise…” Yes. The Longchenpa quote is perfect. The apparent struggle around thoughts of “good or bad, acceptance and rejection,” is the ultimate whipsaw—within the apparition. And slipping into silence is as spontaneous as an irrepressible burst of laughter, a ripple in the stream. Thank you. 🙂
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Meaningful words
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