BY: Toni Packer
On the big upper field several deer were grazing. Looking up at
the intruder, their long white tails twitched a little as we looked
at each other. Then they kept on grazing. Colors dotted the
sun-drenched field, and blooming grasses were swaying in the
breeze. The fragrance of wild roses filled the air. If you had
walked along with me this beautiful morning, we both would have
laughed at the question whether it matters if we wake up or
not.
Had we been caught up in anger, worry or frustration, we
wouldn't have laughed. We would not have seen the lovely vibrant
field. We have so many questions. Whence do they arise? Are there
deeper motives to our question? Can we wonder about it and look?
Someone asked , "Is there such a thing as ultimate, complete and
total enlightenment?" Are we really asking, "If there is such a
thing, can I get it?"
Where does wondering about complete and total enlightenment come
from? And from where does wanting it arise? And the frustration
about not getting it? Doesn't it all come our of our deep inner
discontent with ourselves, with others, and with the world?
Sometimes we can't even say what it is that causes it; we just feel
painfully out of sync. There is an inner meaninglessness, a feeling
of hollow emptiness. Not the emptiness of vast open space, but a
feeling of nothing of value inside, feeling lonely, cut off from
happiness and alienated from people. There may be the fear of
abandonment, or feeling unloved. All of these things are going on
in human beings.
Out of the desire to fill up the inner depletion and find
lasting contentment may come questions about enlightenment, and
with them the yearning to find meaning and not feel isolated from
everything and everyone. The brain creates endless concepts and
fantasies to alleviate the inner suffering.
If we become increasingly transparent to these movements of
thought and feeling, we will realize that inner pain is not
dissolved by conventional ways of dealing with it, materially or
spiritually. Money, position, acquisitions or relationships have
not brought lasting contentment. Religions beliefs may provide
illusions of security and support, but for many of us they simply
have not worked. We have wandered from one belief system to
another, attracted by promises of salvation, liberation, or
enlightenment, but real hunger for truth and clarity can be stilled
only with genuine food.
The discursive mind is capable of throwing up doubts and
skeptical questions at any time. Maybe we suddenly find ourselves
in quiet openness, a profound stillness without any feeling of
lack. Then thought comes in and begins to wonder: "Will this last?
Can I get it back? Was it real? Was this enlightenment or is there
more? It doesn't seem enough." Thinking about a past moment of
freedom immediately sows the seeds of doubt by asking, "Is this all
there is? It can't be! There must be a more convincing experience
than what I just had!" Thoughts grow like clinging vines that choke
the living presence. Truly being here is being unknown, unknowable,
unadorned. Being here is absence of doubting or affirming thoughts
about myself. It is the absence of me! Thoughts that arise about me
are just thoughts, with their enormous power to obscure
clarity.
Is it our task to find out whether or not there is total and
complete enlightenment like the Buddha proclaimed? I always liked
the Buddha's sayings: "I truly attained nothing from complete,
unexcelled enlightenment, and that is why it is called complete,
unexcelled enlightenment." No-thing, no one to attain it,
spaceless space, no one there to occupy it. Just alive presence
with the evening star in the sky. Dying to all the stuff imagined
and clung to about oneself - what I am, what I was, what I will be,
what I could be, should be...
Can we see all concepts as concepts with deepening
clarity and wisdom? Not immediately lurching toward something
promised in the future that has its sole existence in thought? Can
we clearly discern what constitutes thinking and what is actually
present right here without needing to think it? Can we discern it
effortlessly?
The open windows, fresh air touching the skin, bright sunshine
everywhere, all kinds of twittering sounds, crows calling and
breathing, pulsating life! Caw, caw, caw, caw...Sensations
throughout the body, breathing, beholding it, not the words, but
the aliveness of it all. Can we realize now that "complete
unexcelled enlightenment" is a concept?
You may sincerely object, "How can I know for sure that
enlightenment is just a concept? Maybe it is real. Lots of
enlightened teachers have told and written about it. So - shall we
then ask together: "What is enlightenment beyond all concepts?"
Let us delve profoundly into this question, not asking for other
people's descriptions of experiences, not looking for promises, not
expecting to know for sure, but questioning out of not knowing,
inquiring meditatively, deeply, darkly, until we don't know anymore
what is "enlightened" or "unenlightened"! In silently wondering
deeply without knowing, the conceptual world is left behind. Are we
going into the question in this way?
All too often our yearning for something to alleviate the inner
suffering gets in the way of deep inquiry. Rather than asking,
"What is enlightenment?" can we question our inner feeling of
insufficiency? We have tried to fill it with fantasies of all
descriptions, with entertainment, acquisitions, achievements,
relationships, spiritual searching, and solemn vows - anything to
fill the aching void. But have we ever really explored it directly,
unconditionally?
Becoming conscious of it in or out of retreat, can we be with
the ache of emptiness, not calling it by any name? Let all labels
fly into thin air and stay with what is here, discomfort without
calling it discomfort. Staying here with what's indefinable. Not
resisting, not fighting, not looking for anything else. Just
letting what is here be here in its entirety, physically, mentally,
totally. Letting it be without knowing. Not becoming the doer for
or against it. Just this quiet presence in the midst of the silence
of chaos. In this there is an unfolding transparency. It happens
when one sits patiently, silently, unconditionally. By "sitting" I
simply mean being totally with what is here. Not moving away or
toward something else, just remaining with the whole thing - an
intense presence that includes all the bodily sensations,
breathing, wind-storming, raining, sunning, birding, coughing, fans
humming - everything right here, all at once, without a seam.
Observing thoughts coming up, emotions about to be triggered,
physical sensations arising and more thoughts, emotions, feelings,
sensations unfolding and abating - being with it all. There isn't
any place to escape to. Everything is here without separation.
Let thoughts come up, let them reveal themselves for what they
are and disappear. It all is the stuff of dreams, traces from the
infinite past. Thoughts may trigger fear, but fear too can become
transparency. When it arises, here it is. Let it be. Don't call it
by name - labels attract memories and reactions from the past. No
need to have any feelings about it - they too are empty. Fear is an
unavoidable occurence in our habitual self-centered consciousness.
We can not possibly live the illusion of a separate me without
experiencing fears about what may happen to it. But illusions and
dreams can also be seen as just dreams and illusions, even though
they can arouse tremendous inner turbulence in the form of horror,
agony, or pleasure. It is all part and parcel of human
consciousness manifesting as separate me and you.
Sitting quietly, watching things come up time and time again, a
tape may be playing: "Is that what meditation is all about? I don't
want to spend the rest of my meditative life watching endless
repetitions of garbage." But the important thing is not what is
seen but the quality of the seeing. When a person asks, "Is
watching the comings and goings of thoughts and emotions all there
is to meditation?" I say that it all depends on the quality of the
watching. Is it consumed by judging, by feeling guilty, ashamed, or
impatient? As those mental movements occur, see them for what they
are and don't be disturbed by them. That is choiceless awareness -
no separate watcher occupying center stage. The inner show is
simply displaying itself on its own and needs no particular
audience, no applause or rejection. Let it all happen as it is
happening in the infinite space of open presence.
Is choiceless awareness just another dream, a new illusion?
Thought can turn anything into a concept by thinking and dreaming
about it. See it when it happens and don't be fooled by it.
Choiceless awareness is not an illusion. It is here for human
beings like you and me. Tranparency unfolds on its own, revealing
all there is as it is, in utter directness and simplicity, without
need for a director.
Actually, awareness is here even during times of darkness.
Presence never goes anywhere. This is not a dogmatic statement but
a simple fact that each one of us can come upon. See the cloud, the
darkness! Hear the wind! Feel the breathing! Smell the flowers!
Touch the swaying grasses! Clouds, wind, thoughts, breathing,
fragrant flowers, and grasses change all the time, but seeing is
here without time. Even though doubts may obscure it, it is here
the instant the mind stops and every cell of the body opens to hear
and see and be.
No need to bother one's head about what has been said. Being
present is all of oneself, not just the head! We are this entire
living creation from moment to moment without a break. Walk
innocently through the fields, into the woods, along the ocean
beach or in the city streets with the sheer joy of aliveness, its
infinite movements and sounds and fragrance - the love of it all
without making a thing out of it!
Are we here?