the junk ...

04-20-2004, 05:59 AM

"Jarra, Jarra, Patta, Patta; ...naam usika jaane hai."
(Urdu)

Every creature, every leaf ...knows his name and his name alone.

....Yes, his name alone. God's name alone. God is it ...and every
creature, everything knows its name alone.

....Because, it is the very essence of everything. Because it is
Christ of every creature, ...and, because Christ and Krishna, Christ
and Kris are no ...different. Just different language ...different
name. Matri or mother ...ma or, mom. The meaning is same, the purpose
is same, ...the language is different, expression is different.

The form is a ...separation, an illusion, a temporary arrangement, an
impermanent manifestation. And, every form knows it. Every forms
knows its very essence and its apparent appearance. It knows its
reality, and its ...appearance. The effort and ...effortless. The
personality and the ...godliness. There is a very simple definition
of falsehood, personality, appearance ...maintaining it requires an
effort, it requires constant projection, ...constant maintenance. It
required a thinking mind. It requires thinking. The moment thinking
stops ...it ceases. The personality cease, the falsehood dies, the
godliness remains.

Because, the real is intrinsic, real is the base, real is
the ...nature, the very base nature. It requires no maintenance. And,
the longing stops only when the falsehood drops, when the form has
met its Christ, its Kris. When the bloated periphery drops and the
center, the Christ itself expands ...from the core to the surface.

This separation is the separation of the periphery from its center.
It is the pain of the effort of pulling away from the center, from
Kris, from Christ. The form tries to pull itself towards the apparent
other world, towards apparent secondary reality, towards glittering
gold, towards shinning ...Mercedes. It tries to break away from its
center, from its core and ...reach faster towards the gold, towards
the Mercedes. But, the center is still there ...and that's the pain,
the pain of getting away from the center. Some succeed in breaking
away from the center but in reality they only succeed in forgetting
it completely. They succeed in forgetting the center but with that
all the real beauty is forgotten too, all the real joy, real peace,
real happiness, real life is forgotten too. They create a life
of ...junk. Only junk outside, only junk ...inside. Junks by
different names outside and junks like insatiable greed, incurable
fear, everlasting pain, insane suffering inside. It is a very
painful existence. They have forgotten their core reality and make
many misguided and failing attempts to substitute it with its
apparent reality, ...with the glitter of the gold. But, the inside
remains as lacking as ever. Some try to forget it by working all the
time ...in one form or the other, some try to lose the self,
consciousness in drugs, drinks, anytime they are forced to be
alone, ...in a solitude. The center has not really died, it has only
been forgotten. And, now there is wound that hurts all the time, a
pain that never ceases, a wound full of puss with throbbing pain that
keeps hurting ...no matter the ointment of how many Mercedes you
apply. None of them reach the wound, the wound is within and the
Mercedes ointment can reach only the periphery, ....only without.
And, their only recourse is to forget the constant pain by being in
some noise as much as possible and then by losing consciousness in
drugs, alcohol rest of the time. Some go as far as committing
suicide to get rid of this pain, some others merely think about
suicide and prefer waiting for death instead...

Some are lucky and are still able to break only momentarily. And,
this momentary break, momentary separation reflects as the longing.
It is the pull of ...the center. The center is not really
lost ...just momentarily forgotten. And, the form has started missing
its essence again, its Christ again.

And, that is healthy thing. That is the built mechanism of the
organism to maintain its harmony, its symmetry, its inner beauty, its
essence.

Once the center reaches the surface, the longing goes away, the pain
goes away, the separation goes away. Meditation is an effort of
strengthening the center, the Christ, the peace ...the life. Longer
the separation, ...longer the effort needed. Once the center comes to
the surface ...all effort drops. Then, there is no separation from
the Christ. The very form is the Christ. The Kris.

....and, that's the pull of the longing. The periphery to the center,
the form to the Christ, the gap of the music notes, the silence of
the sound, between the sound, the peace underneath the noise ...the
center of the cyclone.