have we forgotten what we know?


We talk endlessly about love, but when we bring to mind someone we love and really investigate “What is this love,” we drop into the mystery. What is this existence itself, with all its particularity, its strange life forms, its beauty, its cruelty? We can’t understand. When we ask “Who am I?” or “Who is aware?” and really pause to examine, we can’t find an answer. This inquiry turns us toward the timeless refuge of pure awareness. When we ask ourselves, “Is awareness here?” most of us probably pause, sense the presence of awareness, and say yes. Yet every day we restlessly pull away from this open awareness and immerse ourselves in busyness and planning. Our conditioning prevents us from discovering the peace and happiness that are intrinsic in taking refuge in awareness. Seeing how we paper over the mystery of who we are is an essential part of finding freedom……Tara Brach

where do we get caught? who sets the traps? how do we escape? where does fear arise? who suffers behind our doubts and stories? can we really see what lies ahead? can we sense all this change as delightful?

If everything- changes, then what is really true? Is there something behind the appearances, something boundless an infinitely spacious, in which the dance of change a impermanence takes place? Is there something in fact we can depend on, that does survive what we call death?…..Sogyal Rinpoche

eager to feel

As long as you imagine yourself to be something tangible and solid, a thing among things, you seem short-lived and vulnerable, and of course you will feel anxious to survive. But when you know yourself to be beyond space and time you will be afraid no longer. The real world is beyond our thoughts and ideas; we see it through the net of our desires divided into pleasure and pain, right and wrong, inner and outer. To see the universe as it is, you must step beyond the net. It is not hard to do so, for the net is full of holes…..Sri Nisargadatta

4 thoughts on “have we forgotten what we know?

  1. the last section is my favorite…….speaks to my experience………….particularly love: “the net is full of holes.”
    Amen to that!

  2. There’s a bare spot or two out on the lawn. Last weekend, amid other ‘crises’, my husband threw out seed and straw. Later, I watched (with a silent smile) from the window as one bird after another arrived in search of a solitary (filling) seed………. In these sweet nuances are we reminded of the divine, that which we’ve always known. ❤

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