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The movement that you are is expressing itself right now: the
automatic movement of needs, interests, urges, perceptions,
thoughts, understandings, abilities, and actions. You’re already
it. You're not doing it. There is no you who can avoid it or get it
wrong. There is only a mysterious river expressing itself.
In any particular moment, there may be numerous urges pulling in
many directions, but there will be one particular priority that
pushes itself forward, overpowering the others.
Whether it's sitting still, going to the toilet, pursuing a
career, chasing a relationship, being confused, or waking from
delusion doesn't really matter. All of it is an incomprehensible
movement.
We can't say anyone does this dynamic, or directs this dynamic,
because all that's ever experienced is this dynamic.
We have absolutely no possible way of knowing what's going on
here, but it happens anyway. What arises with this realization is
wonder - at the endless mystery of it, the miraculous gifting of
it. All of life is a gift.
I'm not saying that with this realization life is always
pleasant. It still carries tremendous pains and difficulties. If
the focus does fall away from the stories of form and realizes the
indefinable river, there may be a period of fear, sadness, and
depression, as belief in the stories fades away.
There may be a sense of losing many valuable things, like
self-importance, personal relationship, and control. You might feel
there's no point in living. But you will not lose anything
valuable. All that's lost is illusion and its related agonies.
As the process continues, the sense of loss is replaced by a
sense of wonder and amazement.
Existence is a mysterious gifting. There will be a waiting in
wonderment as everything, including the process that you are,
simply displays itself. All of life displaying itself with no
effort on anyone's part.
External circumstances, and all the internal responses to
circumstance, simply happen. it's one mysterious movement.
For the people around you, it will appear as though you lead an
ordinary life, more easy-going perhaps, but still exhibiting many
qualities that any human being exhibits. For you, however, there is
no you, no others, no body, no mind, no world, no doing, no birth,
no death, and so on, no sense of fragmentation or lack. There is no
obsessive focus on these false ideas.
This is similar to taking your focus away from a movie. If you
were in a theatre watching a movie with many other people, all of
you would be caught in the thrill of the story, the various
characters, the births and deaths, the joys and sorrows, the
anxieties and fears, the highs and lows of emotion. You would be
absorbed in a story, with all of the wild emotions it produced.
But if your focus falls away from the screen, all of that is
gone. Instead, there is a dark room filled with people watching
colour dancing on a wall. The movie hasn't ended, but you're no
longer focused on that fantasy world. You're not caught in the
fantasies and emotions that the others are feeling. There is the
impression that the room is the reality, and, compared to the
melodrama of the movie, the room is very peaceful.
The movie would continue without your efforts and, from time to
time, it would attract your attention. The fantasy world would
arise again. The moving colours once again become a world of
people, adventure, crisis, and trauma until that focus falls
away.
Even when caught in the movie, and experiencing the wild storm
of emotion it generates, you don’t take it too seriously, because
it's "just" a movie.
It's the same in realizing the unformed, pulsing, luminous,
dance of existence. If the focus falls away from thought, and away
from the false appearances of form, if it comes to the entire
happening of the moment, there is simply an unformed, inexplicable
movement.
The thoughts don't end; they continue to happen automatically, a
small portion of a larger happening of sights, sounds, touches,
tastes, and smells. The dance of light and dark, sound and silence,
twinges, pulsations, waves of energy, moods, and so on. All of it,
including thought, is a mysterious movement happening on its
own.
The thoughts will continue to come and go without effort, and
will often be the focus of attention. They will describe their
fantasies of form, and may generate wild emotions, but there is the
underlying acknowledgment that these stories of form can't possibly
be true. They can't be applied to what is.
With complete realization of this, even when the attention gets
attracted to the false stories and the wild emotions they generate,
none of it is taken too seriously. It’s a fantasy.
If the stories of thought are believed to be true, they must
generate conflict, because they only function in terms of form, and
form doesn't exist. Thought tries to impose form where none exists,
to impose understanding where none exists. This imposition is
always frustrated, and that's conflict.
If, however, there is only movement, a movement that no one is
doing and no one can possibly explain, there can't be any
conflict.
It’s not more conflicting than lying on a riverbank watching the
water flow by. Sometimes the river is wild and raging. Sometimes
it's peaceful. In all cases it's a river being a river; it's not a
problem.
Life isn't a problem to be understood or solved: it's a river
flowing. if for some reason you believe you're separate from it,
and that somehow you're doing it, there will be a huge amount of
mental anguish.
People generally believe that everything is moved by the laws of
nature. We don't believe that planets guide their own orbit or that
a bird decides to have a career as a bird. We don't believe that
storms decide to be storms or that bears decide to be bears.
We don't believe that a plant, or a rock, is planning how to be
a plant or a rock. A plant isn't figuring out how to move as a
plant. A rock isn't worrying about whether it's rock-ing correctly.
We don't have the impression that it's feeling guilty for being the
rock that it is. We believe that everything in existence is moved
by the laws of nature. Everything is a movement of the cosmos.
Everything.
Except for us.
For some reason we think we move the cosmos. We think we move
our lives. Doesn't that seem strange to you?