One is so attached to the light of joy that joy becomes dry, with a brittle smile.
Another prides herself on embracing darkness, and becomes so heavy she drowns in it.
Truth is neither light nor darkness, joy nor sorrow, but the sparkling clarity of pure awareness.
Truth is Awakened Space, not the content within it.
Whether thoughts are light or dark, whether emotions are joyful or sad, these are merely the content of awareness, not awareness itself, which is ever boundless and transparent.
When the space of truth awakens, that space itself becomes as solid as a polished diamond, while the forms that arise and dissolve within it are like a mirage, an evaporating mist.
Once truth is realized as the space whose vastness is independent of its content, there is nothing to grasp and nothing to resist. The continuum of pure awareness simply pervades all experiences, whether sorrowful or joyful, light or dark.
And since there is nothing to resist, awareness ever expands. The quality of boundless expansion is ananda, bliss.
Spacious ever-expanding bliss is the actual nature of Being, which is never limited or contained by the forms of joy and sorrow, darkness and light.
Bliss cannot be practiced, embraced, or remembered. It is the sheer grace of existence, this very moment.
What will you do? If you do anything, you are grasping, and truth will get away. If you don't do anything, you are resisting, and will never find it.
But if a way opens to dissolve the do-er, then there is a possibility that the sky will find you somewhere in the beauty of its vastness, just where you already are!
The final goal is to wake up before the journey begins. Silence is the wildest adventure.
Friend, let your heart be open, which simply means, refrain from closing it. For the ever-deepening adventure of silent awakening requires the courage of an open heart.
Liberation is sparkling awareness. Sparkling awareness is the first and last freedom. Sparkling awareness is pure subjectivity awake in itself, unalloyed with any object.
The objective universe exists as a bridge from sparkling awareness to sparkling awareness. Consciousness projects the universe out of its own energy as an object to perceive. For what purpose? So that, through the act of perception, the subject may reflect back from the object, and become aware of itself as sparkling awareness.
Awareness creates the world in order to perceive it, awaken its own light, and thus experience liberation from the world it has created.
This is a process of ecstasy. Literally ecstasy means "standing out from itself," ek-stasis in Greek. Awareness stands outside itself as the world, in order to become aware of what it is not, so that it may then, through the contrast of opposites, discover what it is.
Sparkling awareness dissolves the external world, its intimate lover, back into itself through love.
Pure sparkling awareness is Shiva. Shiva's world-manifesting power is Shakti, the energy of creation. The appearance of the material world in consciousness, and its dissolution back into consciousness, is their love-play.
The time is coming when the science of physics will verify this ancient Vedic vision. The greatest quantum physicists of the 20th Century have already intimated that this "material" world is made of nothing but consciousness:
"I regard consciousness as fundamental. I regard matter as derivative from consciousness." ~Max PlanckOnce realized as Self-radiance, awareness becomes free of the objective universe, its own creation. The liberation and detachment of consciousness from matter is Sankya, attained through the purification processes of Yoga. This de-linking of sparkling awareness from its created universe is the beginning of freedom.
"Modern physics has definitely decided for Plato. For the smallest units of matter are not physical objects in the ordinary sense of the word; they are forms, or in Plato's sense, Ideas, which can be unambiguously spoken of only in the language of mathematics." ~Werner Heisenberg
"All through the physical world runs that unknown content which must surely be the stuff of our consciousness... The stuff of the world is mind-stuff." ~Sir Arthur Eddington
Now awareness is free to make love to the creation from whom it has distilled itself. Sparkling awareness tastes and sees subtler aspects, finer veils of creation's beauty, until it beholds its Self in all. This process of refinement is Bhakti, devotion. It begins when we see God in the Guru. Then our perception widens to experience God in the leaf, the raindrop, the face of the poor, the diamond radiance in a dog turd.
Sparkling awareness solidifies as bliss, until bliss is perceived as every atom of matter. Then one knows through direct perception that every atom of matter is nothing but sparkling awareness. Yet this alchemical process of transforming perception must begin somewhere, in a moment of ignition. Who initiates the process? A living Guru. That is the real function of a Guru.
Yes, many self-authorized "non-dualists" preach that we may by-pass the personal Guru and be instantly realized. But that is mostly intellectual chatter. In truth, the presence of a living master is not an attachment or a form of bondage, but the portal to freedom.
Advaita is not the beginning, but the end of the process. Non-duality isn't a practice, but a realization of the fullness of Brahman, when one beholds the invisible in the visible, stillness in action, one continuum of silence through the chatter of multiplicity. Then the subject perceives her own consciousness in the object. She makes love to her Self through every perception of the material world.
Shakti dissolves into Shiva through the unity of supreme love, and this union is Advaita. Indian philosophy does not present rival schools of teaching, but stages in the evolution of consciousness, moving from Sankya, through Yoga, to Bhakti, and then Advaita Vedanta.
The entire process depends on our ability to refine the experience of pure sparkling awareness. The process begins when we learn to practice transcendental deep meditation, which gives a direct experience of awareness in itself. The practice of transcending into pure awareness becomes our daily stepping stone. The experience is neither waking, dreaming, nor deep sleep - but Turiya, the fourth state of consciousness. Turiya is not awareness of any-thing other than awareness. The fourth state is awareness of awareness.
Objects cannot cling to sparkling awareness, any more than muddy water clings to the golden lotus. Sparkling awareness needs no object other than its Self, because the subject reflects itself, like a mirror reflected in a mirror. When this Self-reflection gets stabilized through daily meditation, one's awareness remains luminous, changeless, taintlessly pure in the midst of activity, whatever the changing turmoil of the world around may bring.
There is no other liberation but the innate condition of sparkling awareness. Great souls from St. Paul to Gandhi, Martin Luther King to Nelson Mandela, realized perfect freedom even in a prison cell, because freedom lies in consciousness, not in external circumstance. This is what is meant by dwelling "in the world but not of the world."
Awareness sparkles when Wall Street crashes and you lose all the money in your portfolio. Awareness sparkles when your team is defeated. Awareness sparkles in the midst of sudden violence or tragedy. Awareness sparkles among rain-drops on forest blossoms, or rusty chassis junked in an empty urban lot. Awareness sparkles in your breast, even as a sensation of loss or disappointment. Awareness sparkles in the slowly dying eye of a sparrow on your porch, who has just flown into your glass door. The bliss of sparkling awareness is beyond sorrow and joy.
That thread of poignant kindness for a dying sparrow spreads over the town and forest, over the mountains and sea, through all the stars, until it becomes compassion for all sentient beings in the cosmos. Yet this boundless sorrow is made out of sparkling awareness. It sparkles in the grief and beauty of your mother's last breath, as you gaze through your tears at the finished stillness of her lips. It sparkles even in your knowledge that, no matter how tenderly you may have lived, you could not have prevented any pain, or tasted any deeper beauty.
Love is just a word we use: it is not enough to describe the sensuous all-embracing emptiness of sparkling awareness, which, because it is empty, enfolds all creation. If there is any transformation, any revolution, any enlightenment to be gained, it is simply awareness of sparkling awareness, shining through all creatures just as they are.
For awhile we may angrily rebel against the seeming injustices of the world, or desperately try to reform its fickle fleeting forms. Our efforts may feel heroic, but have nothing to do with real freedom. We are not here to change the world: we are here to awaken sparkling awareness. And yet, awareness transforms everything...
The transformation is completely natural, requiring neither effort, control, nor concentration. How much effort is required to wake up in the morning? "Spiritual" techniques merely function to short-circuit the thinking mind that gets in our way, which may increase the likelihood that awareness falls back into itself. But ultimately, our awakening simply happens by Grace.
The projection of matter from consciousness, the intercourse of consciousness and matter, the dissolution of matter back into consciousness - this whole dance of Lord Shiva and Mother Divine plays through every breath we breath and every love-act of sensory perception. It is all carried out by grace, not the effort of the mind.
Therefor, seeker, abandon seeking. Surrender, and repose in the Self. Gurusharanam. Surrender to the one who dispels darkness with the breath of light. Surrender to him in the form of the Guru, and surrender to him in a mote of dust. Use every sensation as an opportunity to accomplish one simple thing: surrender awareness to awareness.
Your awareness is Shiva. Your awareness is God. This is the final truth. This very instant, wherever you are, the Divine is creating abundance, wisdom, and beauty for you to enjoy as awareness, through awareness, for the sake of sparkling awareness.
Jai Guru Dev
I once thought silence was empty and stillness was quiet. But by the grace of the Beloved's breath, I know now that silence is a billowing storm of joy, stillness a rosary of seven bursting pomegranates.
Being with the Teacher is not like taking lecture notes at a university. It is more like drawing dangerously close to an elk in the forest, inhaling its musk, hearing its teeth munch fiddlehead ferns. A Guru exudes wildness.
When he touches your chest with his gaze, the void explodes into a blossom filled with inebriating nectar. The universe turns inside out, scattering golden pollen from the stamen of a dandelion among the stars.
It happens in the body, not the mind. For the lethal sweetness of grace annihilates thought. And when there are no concepts, what is the difference between soul and flesh, seer and seen, a moonbeam and a broken heart? Phenomena appear separate, but they are only held apart by a veil of abstractions.
Most words are withered husks. But not the words of the Master. When you liberate those words from their meaning, you taste the juice in their sound.
This is why, throughout the ages, bewildered lovers gave up books of philosophy, and escaped from the classroom into the woods. They gained enlightenment by smelling jasmine, stroking the black down on a raven's throat, or hearing a frog plop into a pond.
Friend, if you pay attention, the tiniest creature will teach you everything!
Be grateful for the gift of Mantra. Mantra is a Sanskrit term meaning, "vehicle for the mind." The term combines "mannas" (Sanskrit for mind) and "tra," (Sanskrit root of the suffix, "tron"). As an electron is the vehicle for electricity, so the mantra is a vehicle to carry the mind inward, through subtler strata of energy, until awareness merges in its silent source, which is unbounded universal consciousness.
A living mantra cannot be learned from a book or picked up in a casual conversation. Then it is just a hollow shell, an echo. The mantra must be ignited from that very inner source to which it guides the mind. It must be a "chaitanya" mantra, a living seed. This ignition happens at initiation, under the auspice of a guru.
Westerners give little credence to initiation, as there is no correlate for initiation in modern culture. But once there was. References to mantra initiation abound among both Christian and Jewish Gnosticism. The Nag Hammadi library of the early Christians, and classics of Jewish Kabbala such as the Sepher Yetsirah and the Book Bahir, expound the ancient science of mantra. Christian and Jewish mystics practiced Mantra, "the way of the divine Name." But in our modern culture, words have lost their mantric quality, and have become mere information: abstractions without energy.
Our media revel in mere words, with no attention to the energy that words may carry. Very few of our words are charged with consciousness.
Intellectuals write PHD theses and give lectures. Authors publish thousands of texts and articles. The news media churn out words by the millions. We spend much of our day in chatter and gossip. But how many of these words actually transform our awareness, or heal our bodies?
A mantra is a different kind of word, directly related to the Word of creation. A Vedic text declares, "Adau Bhagavan shabdha rasahi: In the beginning, the Lord first manifested the universe through a stream of sound." The Upanishads assert: "In the beginning was the syllable Om. All that was, is, or ever will be, is created through the sound of Om." The first verses of John's Gospel echo the Upanishads: "In the beginning was the Word... all things were created through the Word." Modern physics also recognizes that the universe is all vibrating energy, in a resonance of fields emanating from the silence of the vacuum.
The practical application of "creation through the Word" is the science of mantra. Through the effortless mental refinement that happens when we meditate with a chaitanya mantra, our physiology is also refined. The mantra is a vibration as substantial to the body as to the mind. Attuned to the healing resonance of the mantra, every nerve and atom in this body resonates to a singularity, which is like an inward star. This luminous vibration may be experienced in the forehead, the crown, the throat, the abdomen, or the heart, wherever in the body healing is needed.
The inward tuning fork of mantra harmonies the complex symphony of our physiology into one luminous chord, which we experience as samadhi, the bliss of pure consciousness.
Gratitude to Guru Dev for the gift of the mantra!
Zen Master Jesus gives us this koan: "Watch and pray." (Matthew 26:41)
Like all koans, it is a paradox, for one cannot watch and pray at the same time. He seems to ask the impossible, because the silent Witness who rests as pure awareness does not ask God for anything.
But Jesus is pointing the way to a deeper kind of prayer, one that does not ask, but watches. This prayer is its own answer, because in awakened silence, no question arises.
How could questions arise from hollow naked Being? In the silent inner garden of the Witness, there is no movement of thought. Jesus loves us to rest here with him, beyond asking.
But our Sabbath rest in the heart's hollow is neither passive nor devoid of love. It is a dynamic repose. How can I explain this? I can't, but I will try.
Awareness free from thought meets no limit, no resistance, no conception or desire, in a stillness that widens without effort to encircle the earth, the sun and stars. What is the flavor of motionless expansion?
The ever-opening blossom of emptiness fills all, encompasses all, unites all. And what unites is compassion. The fruit of silence is love.
This is how a fountain of active love springs from the wordless prayer of the witness. This is how compassion springs from dispassion. This is how light is born of darkness, waves of stillness, Christ of Mary's womb.
I was a heavenly being. But that wasn't enough. I wanted more. I wanted everything. I wanted it all right now.
So, because I was a heavenly being, my desire was instantly granted. I imploded into human birth. This is why we gods are here: to taste all possibilities, adamant as grains of sugar, and crush them on our lips, and taste them all at once, in combined opposites, every moment.
This is how we learn to welcome the chaos of one.
God's can't do that. They are too busy sorting out the one from the many, the rational from the random. They're always fussing over order, and cleaning up their desktops.
But here, well, it's seven pandemoniums of singularity: eyes, nostrils, ears, and tongue. Though who am I to say what's happening? I am too stunned, too drunk and amazed. I follow the simplest covenant: keep surrendering until otherness dissolves.
I taste the beauty of pain, the pain of beauty. I fall in love with dying flowers. I weep over deer droppings, knowing how silently they came to devour my garden. I walk barefoot in wet grass before dawn, un-naming the stars.
I am the space beyond the rim of all galaxies, globed in a tear drop. I am crucified at the center of a cross where six directions kiss, pathways for angels to descend into flesh.
I have abandoned the asymptotes of eternity to curve my bewilderment around a moth wing on a lupine petal in an alpine meadow. The gush of snow-melt under the moss makes me thirsty. I drink straight blues, the sky.
When the mountain turns into mist, awareness solidifies into diamond. True wealth is whatever disappears.
I have come to annihilate you with my gaze, and you me. I abandoned the name and form of God to be awakened by a gnat. Embracing midnight, I became fire. I am the spark that destroys the world when past and future strike like flint against stone.
The darkest child of the golden void, I abash the sun, my fallen body molded from melted pinions of Icarus. If in your search for desolation you stumble on my bones, still warm, rub my ashes on your face, friend. Then go naked.
The mind sees a world in crisis. But the crisis is the mind. If we see through a shattered lens, everything appears shattered. Let us heal our sight.
Have you ever meditated on your eyes?
We are always streaming through our eyes. But do we ever take a few moments to rest in our eyes: not flowing outward toward the world, nor inward toward the mind, but resting in the liminal space, where seeing is empty, without seer or seen?
Through the portal of the eye, the energy outside presses in as a dancing chaos of light. Simultaneously, through that same gateway, we project our mind outward, organizing the light we see, superimposing onto its radiant chaos the forms that correspond to our desires, anxieties, and old stories.
The mind exits. The world enters. Yet we never notice the space of the doorway, the transparency of our own eye. We don't linger to look at what is looking.
In the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus said, "The eye is the light of the body. If your eye is single, at one, your whole body will be filled with light." We like to abstract Jesus' sayings as moral concepts. We make mind-trips out of his words, instead of experiencing their roots in the spiritual heart of matter. But what if we took Jesus' words as instructions for meditation on the body, in the body? What if we became "single and at one" with our own eye?
Now, instead of streaming through your eyes, stop and rest in them. Remain in the space of pure beholding, without beholding any-thing. Sink deeper and deeper into the hollow cavern of your eyeball, neither going outside to form a world, nor upstairs to process light into thought. Let your eye be "single," resting in the clear emptiness of its own window.
Be utterly effortless. Notice the relaxation in the facial muscles, which we unconsciously strain by our seeking. We have been translating this strain into the world we see. Now, resting the eye in its own luminosity, the strain melts away, because no outer form need be imagined. This relaxation spreads through our whole face, creating a natural smile, and then through all the muscles of the body. Are we relaxing our world too?
As we feel this relaxation in our muscles, we feel peace in the mind, because there is no need to form concepts and mental images. As the "single eye," mind melts into its original nature, the pure blue sky of awareness without thought.
On the subtlest level of sensation, where light-waves become photons of flesh, we feel the bliss of an edge-less expansion, permeating the body, vibrating beyond the body. For when light rests in itself, new light is created, sparkling through the vacuum of awakened space.
At the sub-nuclear level of energy, finer than the quark, what is our body actually made of? Particles of bliss. And what are these particles of bliss made of? Pure awareness, ever expanding in stillness.
Awareness itself is the substratum, the continuum, that permeates the cosmos. And awareness effortlessly, ceaselessly expands because, at the finest level, it encounters no boundary or resistance. We are here, and we are everywhere. It is this paradox of dynamic expansion in stillness that we experience as ananda.
A few minutes of meditation relieves much stress, and transforms the way we see the world.
Very light of very light, vast cathedral dome of sight, self-illuminated mosque, starry empyrean of the eyeball: kneel here. Rest awhile. Venture neither out nor in, and every cell of flesh will bow down with you.
Repose in the bliss where seeing blossoms before anything is seen, and your whole body will be filled with light.
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There is an inner fire, cool as moonlight yet more powerful than the sun. It burns away sleep, inertia, and unhappiness. This fire is subtle. Just as the husk, the peel, and rind sheathe the sweet juice of the fruit, so the outer layers of body, breath, and mind cover and disguise the divine fire.
The kiss of the Guru's presence ignites the fire. Meditation sustains it.
Immersed in the separate "I," clinging to notions of "individuality" and "independence," many disdain the Guru. Inflated intellects pass from lifetime to lifetime in slumber, like gnats dreaming they are elephants.
But this little "I," with its sense of separateness, grows so dry and thorny that it finally rouses the soul: just as thirstiness, or a bad dream, rouses us from sleep.
No longer fearing humility, the famished seeker falls down at the feet of a Master. Then the Master teaches the soul to dive deep into the ocean of meditation.
When a true teacher awakens the fire of Shakti, those flames pulse through every nerve, gently burning away the boundaries of awareness, even while glorifying the veils of perception for the sake of love's dance. That is why it is not necessary to abandon the body in order to become infinite.
Liberation is not bound by outward circumstance, by material form, or by the mind. We don't need to escape them. These veils simply become luminous and transparent to divine Love. The light of Love does not destroy our boundaries, but pervades them. The lover no longer needs to seek freedom in a political utopia, the illusion of wealth, an esoteric doctrine, or in pompous sophistries of non-duality such as, "I am not this body." The unity of Love dances in duality.
Radiant ananda, sparkling bliss, permeates each particle of flesh, each petal of breath, dissolving clouds of thought into the vast blue sky of awareness, and the "I" itself becomes a wave of joy, playing in the sea of God.
This is why we say, "Jai Guru Dev": all gratitude to the Master.
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"Then he returned to his disciples and found them sleeping. 'Couldn't you keep watch with me for one hour?' he asked." ~Matthew 26:40
At precisely 4:22 A.M. my work is listening: a thrush in the darkness, a frog in the wetland. Their duet.
At 4:22 A.M. I need the earth to be just as it is, so that I may keep watch, so that I may witness my strange, familiar, lovely, terrible world, my sorrow and pain, my aloneness and unspeakable wonder, embrace it all, forgive it all.
Don't you need your life to be unequivocally as it is right now?
I promise I will not improve you or reform your world, because you need it to be 4:22 A.M. But I will stay, if you like, and keep watch with you.
I vow not to be your 'life coach' or 'spiritual teacher.' I vow not to interfere with this moment, the unique opportunity for you to embrace the consequence of all your choices in their sum total, then let it go and be free.
For how else but in this hot-mess of karma, and from all these little fragments of disaster, randomly fallen precisely where thy ought, might you re-member and complete yourself?
In reality, all that seems capricious occurs with impeccable necessity at the right moment, so that you may unfold, through the playfulness of time, the eternal miracle of your Being.
I vow to remain awake with you. But no more than this. Won't you remain awake with me? It is true service.
Now come out in the wet grass and take off your shoes, for wherever we stand is holy ground. Just before dawn, it is early, not late. We will watch over one another. We will let the mind of yesterday and tomorrow dissolve into Presence. This is love.
Listen to the thrush and frog. Listen to the wind and chimes. Listen on behalf of those who sleep. Listen with all the silent stars, who also watch and pray.
Humanity has reached a moment of crisis and decision: Whether to become one human family, filled with unique individuals; or revert to tribalism, obsessed with the ethnic and racial separateness of our group identity.
When our population was low, and clan loyalty preserved isolated communities, tribalism had survival value. But reverting now would be a disaster for the whole earth. We must spiral into a new stage of evolution, not circle backward.
'Spiral' is the archetype of DNA, the galaxy, and human consciousness. Spiraling means that we do not break from the past, but assimilate the lessons of the last cycle, carrying them into a richer complexity of individuation.
I Am not my clan, my nation, or my race. I Am who I Am.
What is the most intimate touch?
To touch someone with your body may be intimate, or it may be an act with no intimacy at all.
To truly touch someone with the mind may happen at a great distance, yet it may be far more intimate than the touch of the flesh.
But to touch someone through deep stillness, to touch someone through pure silence, is the deepest form of intimacy, that can change a person forever. This is how the Master touches the heart.
A raindrop falling on a fern blade. The warm sun burning gently, patiently, through a chill morning mist. The cry of the sparrow just before dawn, when the darkness seems abysmal, a cry that touches the heart of meditation at its core, awakening the mystery of love.
And that love is intimate, blue as the sky around the green earth, yet inwardly piercing to the core of the soul.
When your heart, and the space that contains the stars, become one and the same vastness, intimacy is complete.
If anyone says, "I am awake," they lie. Or perhaps they have become nobody. Because nobody awakens.
In the morning, we awaken from night dreams into another kind of dream, the dream of "me" and "the world out there." For a few graceful moments, we may float in the ocean of turiya, pure awareness, beyond waking, dreaming and deep sleep. But almost immediately the "I" rushes back in, with all the obligatory burdens of yesterday, to shut down the vast innocence we really are. When yesterday's mind returns, we see the world through a glass darkly, a window clouded by the illusion that the seer is separate from the seen.
Who awakens? If the answer is "me," then there was no awakening, only a transfer from one dream to another. But when the Second Awakening happens - not just waking from sleep, but waking from the dream of "me" - there is no separate mind left to declare, "I am awake." The universe is awake.
The mountains have awakened. The sky has awakened. The sparrows have awakened and they are singing about it. The grass has radiantly awakened to green about it. Stones and pebbles in the dust awake and shout. But none of them shout "I." Their language is not heard. It is a vast poem of silence, where "I" have become pure listening, every speck of dust a galaxy of consciousness, the distant stars intimately close. There is no other.
It is good to feed the hungry, shelter the homeless, heal the sick... but the greatest service you can perform for others is to acquaint them with themselves; introduce them to who they really are; awaken the ocean of radiance that lies hidden in their own awareness, just beneath the thin gray clouds of worry and desire. This is the supreme seva, because awakening not only transforms who they are, it transforms their whole world.
The Great Initiation of human birth bestows on us the priestly garment of flesh, anoints us with the oil of pleasure and pain, and opens the temple of holy sensation, where we offer every perception back to its original radiance.
How many devas and angels await their moment of initiation, when they will fall from the heavens to take human birth on this planet of roses and thorns, this vale of milk and tears? For only here can they awaken pure awareness through the contrast of opposites.
Here we gain liberation from the flesh by the very flavor of it. "Taste and see that the Lord is good!" sings the Psalmist. Shakespeare writes, "Eternity was in our lips and eyes." And Zen founder Dogen tells us, "Those who gained enlightenment through seeing blossoms or hearing sounds, attained it through the body."
Awareness cannot awaken in paradise, where poppy fields pour forth their bliss in one somnambulant continuum. We birth awareness in bewilderment, amid earthly contrasts, every moment a startling paradox, a contradiction of matter and spirit, breaking chains of judgment and expectation.
Never ask, "What difference have I made?" The earth was transformed just by your being here, just by your breathing here, just by holding it in the palm of your awareness for a little while, in the warm space of your heart, before you laid it gently in its nest again. What did you whisper to the world, that it grew such star-drenched rainbow wings?
Each sensation is a portal to eternity. Our eyes, ears, nostrils and tongue are ancient spiritual practices bestowed at the Great Initiation: the moment of human birth. In no other world are such profound practices entrusted to the spiritual seeker.
Your niece is a caterpillar. Your cousin is a butterfly. Your unborn children are the glittering treasure that got scattered over the Milky Way when a fragile boat called Name-and-Form foundered in the waves of no-self.
One nucleotide in your little toe is bigger than your mind. You claim membership in this tribe, that race, this nation, that Faith. But your DNA belongs to the planet, embraces the whole human family, plus many other species, not just citizens of the Earth, but star kin!
Stop thinking so small. Stop shrouding your soul in veils of either/or black/white left/right east/west spirit/flesh.
O mind, listen to the music of your ribosomes, your protons, quarks and gravity waves, because every dot and bindhu of your body contains all the information in the cosmos.
You could be caroling from the green glow of your all-entangled heart. You could be singing all night about your glory, down in the moon-glittered swamp, with Great Uncle Tree Frog.
Terrible acts of violence, breaking out in unexpected places, from unlikely people, with no apparent reason. Is the world going mad?
No, the world is getting subtler - manifesting a more inward level of our own consciousness. The dense outer shell that we've been calling "the physical plane," or the "earth," is now dissolving into the astral, where our most powerful images and feelings are stored. For some people, this dissolution of matter into a subtler realm of consciousness is so confusing, they cannot tell whether they are in a dream or waking, whether their acts are happening inside them or outside. They are the ones who act out this violence.
There has always been violence. The lower astral plane is a realm of passion, full of beauty and terror, romance and cruelty. It is where our most powerful emotions are linked to intense imagery. That realm and this physical world are part of the same spectrum of energy, and the two realms are fusing on the spectrum. Things that used to be acted out inside, as fantasy, wis,h or dream, are now manifesting in the external realm. The veil between the worlds is very thin.
This means that the deeper cause of the world's violence is interior, not in the earthly realm. Therefor the solution to the problem must also be interior. It will not do much good to redesign the world's economic systems and political institutions, because the violence is pouring forth from the emotional plane of energy, particularly where those emotions are linked to intense images.
So the solution is the bring peace and stability to the lower astral field of human emotion by generating vibrations of compassion, joy, and gratitude. Uplift human consciousness wherever you can by focusing on Beauty. Bring Beauty into your awareness, your thoughts, your feelings. Radiate Beauty.
Before we can vibrate this peace to others, we must repose in the authentic non-violence of our own heart: not a concept of non-violence, or a discipline, or a hope, but the direct experience of who we really are. We are each a field of immensely powerful peace. But we do not experience this essence because our awareness is distracted by stressful images from the past and projected images of the future. The more we attach powerful emotions to these images, the more we feel the need to act them out in order to discharge the negative energy.
Practice: the Inner Work of Healing the Outer World
The solution to this dilemma is definitely NOT to keep repeating the stories of the past, and projecting them into future, in the childish delusion that, by telling the story over and over again, it might finally get a different outcome!
The solution is to DE-LINK the emotion from the story, DE-LINK the feeling from the image. Let the story and its images go, then sink into the feeling itself, the raw emotional energy, without labeling it. This stress can be released in the present moment, as pure energy; but it will never be released if we pack it into the images of a story and pretend that it is in the past.
As soon as we de-link the emotion from the image, the emotion becomes available as living consciousness, heightened awareness, and limitless possibility. The energy no longer has to be tasted as fear, or anger, or sorrow: it is free to be used in any way we choose, and its essential nature is bliss.
Thus we transform our negative emotions into bliss, first by delinking them from the images of the past, then by feeling them as present energy in the body.
The body is not a barrier to spiritual liberation. The body is the field of liberation. For it is precisely as sensation in the body, directly embraced at the present moment, that ancient karmas of anger, depression, lust and greed, get dissolved.
And this dissolution of emotional stress in our own energy-body automatically dissolves the stress in the atmosphere around us, healing others too.
Remember that, though we appear separate as physical bodies, in subtler levels of the energy spectrum we are waves in one vibratory field. Our thoughts and emotions interpenetrate.
It is most important at this time to practice meditation, to meet in satsang, to chant together in healing-sound gatherings, and unite hearts in moments of deep silence. This "work" will do more to generate harmony in the field of human consciousness, and thus eliminate violence in the world, than any other form of action.
The world is not healed by our anxiety, anger, or sorrow about it? The world is healed from deep within the heart, when we repose in the causeless Radiance of joy.
Om shantih shantih shantih!
The first discipline of non-violence is to see human beings as absolutely unique individuals. The root of violence is to regard ourselves as groups. It is easier to kill a category than a Person.
I am neither white nor black, rich nor poor, capitalist nor socialist, Eastern nor Western, Christian nor Pagan. I am neither good nor evil. I am Me.
If you wish to superimpose a general category, a group identity on me, that is your act of violence against my soul. You are free to label me. But I am also free: I don't have to identify with your labels.
The greatest step we can take toward world peace is to meet as embodied souls, each absolutely incomparable, freed from every racial, political, economic, or religious abstraction.
"Not every wanderer is lost." ~Tolkien."Now if you’re lost enough to find yourself…" ~Robert Frost
Today our nation seems plagued with Xenophobia: fear of foreigners. Xenos is Greek for alien. Yet in ancient times, xenos was not a term of derision, but a sacred word. Indeed, the fundamental law binding civilization together was the law of hospitality, the welcoming of perfect strangers. "Do not oppress the alien, for you have the heart of a stranger, you yourselves were strangers in the land of Egypt.” (Exodus 22:21)In Leviticus 23 we hear this law hospitality made tangible as food: “When you reap the harvest of your land, do not reap to the very edges of your field... Leave some for the poor and for the alien residing among you.” Be a little sloppy in your harvest. Or a little extravagant in paying taxes...The Hebrew word for alien, “gur”, is central to Biblical community. In Jesus’ time too, refugees from surrounding nations wandered through Palestine, uprooted and literally "dirt poor." They were called, Yom ha’Eretz, "People of the Land." Jesus not only ministered to them, he identified with them. In the Gnostic Gospel of Thomas, Jesus tells his disciples, "Be a wanderer.” And he certainly was: “Foxes have dens, birds have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.” (Matthew 8:20)In the Greek world, from the dawn of literature, we hear the same call to embrace the wandering alien. In Homer’s Odyssey (1:145), Telemachus welcomes a homeless beggar: “Greeting, stranger, here in our house find royal welcome. First eat and drink, then tell us your story.” Who is this stranger in disguise? Athena, Goddess of civilization.The Greeks remind us that God is “Zeus Xenios,” God of Strangers. Homer writes, “The God of Strangers guards all guests: for strangers are sacred.” Likewise, a Hindu proverb declares: “Athithi devo bhava,” the stranger is God. In Persian tradition, when a stranger knocks, one greets them with the words, “Mehman habibe khoda ast,” the guest is God's friend.Christian scripture advises us, “Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers; for thereby some have entertained angels unaware.” (Hebrew 13:2) And Hebrews 11:13 declares, “We confess that we are strangers and pilgrims on the earth.”Confessing this, we embrace the immigrant as the image of our own liminality. The word liminal is from the Latin "līmen," meaning threshold. It describes the disorientation we feel moving through a rite of passage, or crossing a border from one world to another. Descending from the mount Sinai, Moses set up the tabernacle of God’s law in the Tent of Meeting. There the wandering tribe would gather for guidance. Wherever these nomads camped, they set up this tent containing the Arc, not at the center of their encampment, but at the edge, on the borderline of wilderness! Later, God called Jesus and the Prophets to that liminal borderland to hear “the voice crying in the wilderness.”Tibetan Buddhism calls this borderland the "Bardo," between death and rebirth. But the Bardo can be any transition to a new expanded life. We must all identify with the immigrant, for we all pass over borders, Bardos, to become fully human. As life-pilgrims we are vulnerable, yet vulnerability is our strength: the very glue that bonds us as a covenant community.Most Americans come from immigrant stock. But in the deeper sense, we’re all wayfaring strangers. What does it mean to be "a soul"? It means that we witness the world as other. The very power of consciousness is a celebration of otherness and alienation. Our creative life is a longing to overcome this alienation, to touch the other, to touch the earth. Consciousness is estrangement. Yet that very estrangement is the source of love. Our love is consciousness reaching through its estrangement to atone, to be at-one.Immigration reform begins with Self-Knowledge. Who is not a stranger in a strange land, looking for work? Our true work is serving our fellow traveler, hand in hand, helping each other cross border after border on our way to the boundless heart.Xenophobia? Yes, some Americans fear the stranger. Because the homeless wanderer is the very image of our own pilgrim soul.
Spirituality is simply to know the Knower. That is the essence. All other knowledge and experience is just the juice.
Self-effulgent, beyond thought, naked, free from every veil of mind or sensation, the Knower is the Self. Shining alone, liberated from the images of the memory and the forms of the senses, the Knower is the Spirit.
Many seekers assume that "spirituality" is an experience, whether visionary, ecstatic, or celestial, whether of this world or another. But spirituality is the Experiencer, free from experience. It is awareness of awareness, without content. It is formless and void, the source from which creation springs.
The transparency of the Self is bliss. It is bliss precisely because there is neither image nor content nor boundary; hence the Self is ever-expanding, even while at rest in its own voidness, because there is nothing to contain it. Infinite repose in dynamic expansion is the paradox that defines bliss.
For the seeker, the bliss of pure awareness is abstract, while the world of the senses seems solid. But for the enlightened, bliss solidifies. Awareness is concrete, while the world appears as a mirage.
That alone can be called "real" which remains motionless and unchanging. A world of ever-dissolving particles and fluctuating waves cannot be called "real." Even from the vantage point of physical science, we now know that matter is not "real." It is not concrete. It is evanescent energy in ceaseless flux and dissolution.
Therefor, we practice meditation to transcend the illusion of the senses and the mind, to solidify pure consciousness in deep silence. Then and only then do we have a rock to stand on in the midst of tempest and temptation.
To behold a voluptuous vision through the agency of "sacred" herbs, like ayahuaska or peyote, is not spirituality. To taste the rapture of the heavenly worlds, or the devotional beauty of Krishna's form, is not spirituality. To see the color of auras or the radiance of chakras is not spirituality. To entertain a visiting angel is not spirituality. There is nothing wrong these explorations; they are simply not to be confused with direct experience of the Self. They are just subtler realms of sensation.
For the outer physical earth is but the surface of our senses. Sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch have finer levels that we experience as "inward," though they are still exterior to the Self. Yes, there are higher and deeper worlds to explore, where gods and devas dwell; yet they are all in this body, all refinements of our sensory perception. And ultimately, these celestial sensations are veils that cover and hide the Self from itself.
But through the loving grace of a real Guru, one learns the art of transcending. One learns to pass beyond the senses, beyond the mind, beyond the most subtle and celestial veil of knowledge. One moves from "I know" to "I don't know," and from the finite "I" to the infinite "Am." That is why one whispers, "Jai Gur Dev."
Penetrate maya to arrive at the Knower, whose radiance is prior to light, deeper than creation, shining from the holy darkness of the un-created. Then there shall be great laughter, relief, and repose.
Return to the beginning, and realize that you never departed. Hear the golden Being, soft as a rose yet brighter than ten million suns, whispering, "Welcome home." It is the voice of your own heart.
Engraving: Gustav Doré, Danté's Paradisio
"That space is God in which everything arises and dissolves." ~Upanishads
Our religion conditions us to believe that the path is long, the goal is distant, and God is far beyond this place, far after this moment. But the truth is, we live in a vast trick of perception whose punchline is This! The here and now. We are what we've been seeking.
Long before any New Age teaching, the ancient Upanishads declared, "Know This to be That which you are seeking." Jesus said, "The kingdom of heaven is here in the midst of you." The Gnostic Gospel of Thomas gives us this version: "The kingdom is poured out over the whole earth, but men do not see it."
What if the Divine is space itself? What if space is awake?
Here is a dictum from the great mystics of the Western tradition, attributed variously to St. Augustine, Giordano Bruno, or Pascal, but originally found in the Hermetic sayings of 3rd Century Egypt: "God is an infinite sphere whose center is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere." It is a thought-experiment for contemplating the divinity of space.* * *
The revelation that space is awake is so self-evident yet so stunning, that it strikes our awareness like the trumpet of the Last Judgment, calling us to the only temple that remains: the temple of the present moment. We enter this temple when we simply give up the search.
Space is awake, even when nobody's here. Space was awake before we were born into it, and into that Space we will one day dissolve. We generally use space as a means to an end, a vessel to be filled with our busy-ness. But what if space is fulfillment, and an end in itself?
Look at any street in America and you see people furiously intent on getting somewhere. They rush through space unconsciously, assuming that space is an abstraction, a nowhere filled with distance they must overcome in order to get somewhere.
But imagine if we awoke to the divine fullness of the height, the depth, the breadth of emptiness. Imagine if we moved through awakened space, not to arrive anywhere, but simply to enjoy the dance?
Just for a moment, rest your attention in the voluptuous softness of space itself. Taste the all-pervading bliss of mere Presence.
Space is the beginning and the end. This living stillness awaited us at our birth, and will surround us at our death, womb to womb, never born. Even in the midst of the battle, a healing silence envelops us, wider than any cry of pain. Even when we are falling, we are at rest in the tranquility of awakened space.* * *
Space is no-thing, yet the source of creation. The opening of Genesis tells us: "In the beginning... the earth was formless and void." But the Biblical text makes it clear that this void is alive with energy, a churning oceanic intelligence, vibrant with breathings of the Spirit, the living womb from which light shines. For in that vibrant space before creation, "the Spirit-breath of God was stirring the waters."
The opening passage of Genesis reflects, in poetic form, the revelations of quantum physics. Matter arises from an apparent vacuum, yet the empty vacuum is a rippling continuum entangled with virtual photons and electrons, which are waves of pure mathematical probability. The void is alive with the possible. It is the un-created mind of the Creator. Space is awake.
This hologram of awakened space contains, at every infinitesimal point, all the information in the cosmos. A bindhu of pure space, tinier than a quark in the nucleus of an atom, bursts with virtual worlds. Yet the womb of space remains ever-virgin, transcendent, immaterial.
This "ground state" of energy, or "zero point" of the quantum vacuum, is Mother Divine. In the words of the 2nd Century Christian Gnostic, Valentinus, "The true Virgin Mother is mystical eternal silence."
As consciousness itself, Space is awake. And when we are awake as space, mere emptiness overflows with self-nourishment. The very transparency of space sparkles as a kind of self-luminous food. This is the secret of abundance: the wealth of your birthright is all around you as pure awakened space, the invisible cornucopia of creativity. Abstract space can generate whatever has form or substance from the tiniest sub-nuclear particle to the vastest sun.
This is why great mystics love the desert. Space awakens us from the torpor and clutter of materialism. In the wilderness, we stop deluding ourselves with the notion that consciousness is the effect of chemical interactions in the brain. Truly, at the subtlest level of the quark and gluon inside a supposedly "solid" proton, every particle of our physiology is born from the field of a prior consciousness. Consciousness was already here before our brain.
Consciousness is the cause of matter, not the effect. Our bodies were born in an ocean of Awareness. Brain, nerves, molecules - all composed from waves of awakened space.
The limitless vacuum beyond the stars saturates each atom of your flesh. Fundamental particles of matter are no-thing but blessedly unbalanced mathematical equations suspended in the mind of an infinite zero. Creation tumbles into and out of that zero as mathematical asymmetry seeks balance.
Blessed is the calculus of our stumbling particles, because if those equations ever factored themselves back to perfect equality, the whole universe would dissolve into an empty circle. Let us enjoy the dance of space, these waves of emptiness playing in the ocean of the void, as a marvelous unsolved equation. Because the mystery is unsolved, there is wonder. Because there is wonder, there is creation.
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In the words of Sir James Jeans, one of the founders of quantum physics, this world is "made from pure intelligence." Jeans also said, "God loves to do geometry," a paraphrase of Plato.
Max Planck, another founder of modern physics, said that "mind is the matrix of matter." Likewise their colleague, Sir Arthur Eddington, wrote: "All through the material world runs the stuff of our own consciousness... the stuff of the world is mind-stuff."
Where can we find this cosmic stuffing? Far above? Deep within? In another dimension? Will it require lifetimes to reach? These questions are answered when all our seeking simply falls away, and we embrace the spaciousness of our own attention. The stuff of our consciousness is empty space, and the stuff of the world is consciousness.
The 12th Century Christian mystic, Hildegard of Bingen, wrote that "God hugs you; you are enfolded in the arms of the mystery." We are like fish searching for water, surrounded by a miracle so self-evident we just don't notice. Therefor, the deepest form of worship is simply to awaken where we are. The beginning and end of spiritual practice is to rest as pure awakened space.* * *
Once we strip away their mythological and religious imagery, opening our attention to the nature of space is the essential practice of all the world's wisdom traditions. Could there be any plainer path than becoming aware of the space where we already are?
There is nothing neutral about pure space. It is nourishing, healing, and creative. Awakened space vibrates with all the attributes of God, and resonates with all the names of God. Someday, human civilization will derive infinite free energy directly from fluctuations in the vacuum of empty space.
Why not open your attention to the Great Space within you, around you, to the left and right, above and below? Then open your attention to that same vastness within each cell of your body. And now, become aware of this unboundedness in every atom, every photon of your flesh...* * *
This is the purest meditation, requiring no visualization or effort, because it is the naked sparkling awareness of what we are actually already made of.
We notice a fact so obvious that it shakes the earth, yet so near we have overlooked it. Awareness of unbounded space is unbounded space. Our awareness of space is Self-awareness.
Awareness as subject creates its own object in itself, as itself. This dynamic pulse of Self-awareness, the pulse between subject and object within pure awareness, gives birth to space. Consciousness creates space through its own pulse of awakening.* * *
Consciousness is one, yet as awakened space, it pulsates as two. All created worlds of perception become possible when space as subject knows itself as object. There is a perpetual oscillation from subject to object in the continuum of the empty void. The void ceaselessly explodes into the polarity of consciousness and matter, yet consciousness and matter are made of one Self-radiance.
And this is why the awakened space of deep meditation can heal and re-energize the body. Space is not only our awareness, it is every particle of our nervous system. To become truly aware of space is re-creation.
The mind rebels against such a spontaneous revelation of the obvious. Mind wants to attain something, to climb a ladder, to work its way from level to level, plane to plane, initiation to initiation. Ego wants to say, "I have been meditating for thirty years, and you have only been doing it for one. I have attained level nine, the highest initiation. You'll get here some day if you keep working at it." This is the mirage of seeking, the illusion of a journey. The illusion of a "path" playfully appears as a trick in the pathless wilderness of space.* * *
To delight in emptiness is too graceful for the mind: not enough drama, not enough quest. Here is the joke. The only thing preventing our realization of divine space right now is the thought that, "This is too easy."
No circumstance can limit our practice of spaciousness, since space is not affected by its content. We can enjoy this repose wherever we are. We do not find rest in the content of this moment, for the content, as form, is ever changing. But we repose in the space of the moment itself, the space that contains whatever is happening. What happens changes, but the space does not.
The riot on an urban sidewalk ,and the green glen by a forest pond, are both but momentary configurations of the same fundamental particles, appearing and dissolving in precisely the same space. Every battle is surrounded by a stillness...
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Because space is awake, there is an easy natural way to find liberation this instant, wherever you are. Ever so gently shift your attention from the content of the moment to the space that contains it. This bears repeating:
Ever so gently shift your attention from the content of the moment to the space that contains it.
Ironically, this salvific shift occurs by grace in some of the most violent and terrible events. In the midst of a crash, a traumatic accident, an act of war or sudden violence, so many survivors recall how they experienced a deep peace, a time-stopping stillness, surrounding the trauma. For many people, this is their first taste of spiritual Presence. Life, even in its most challenging moments, reveals its secret source. Surely, this happens at the moment of our death...
We only need to taste this spaciousness for an instant, a one-moment meditation. This meditation is not an escape, for it enlivens our readiness to respond, making us truly response-able. And it can happen during our busy work day.* * *
Just rest as awareness, even if there is chaos around you. In this brief Sabbath rest is re-creation.
If the Sabbath can happen every seven days, it can surely happen now. Each Sabbath moment is filled with eternity.
Just rest as awareness, even if there is chaos around you. Allow this Sabbath to happen often throughout your day, and gradually its inner stillness will pervade all your actions. The day will come when the spaciousness of eternity outshines the content of the moment.
As awakened space, we remain thoroughly in the world, but not of the world. It is important to add that the realization of space is redemptive; you do it for others as well as yourself. Your awakened space resonates blessing to all who dwell in it.* * *
It is impossible to awaken space for yourself alone. The space awakening within you is also the space around you. Your space becomes available to others. This is how the practice of awakening space becomes your deeper work, no matter what else you are doing. By awakening space, you become a a healing presence in the world.
Let us close by briefly observing how this universal practice of awakened space reveals itself in the world's great wisdom traditions.* * *
AWAKENED SPACE IN THE VEDIC TRADITION
The ancient rishis of India called this space, Sat-Chit-Ananda: Truth-Consciousness-Bliss. Later Hindu priests populated this space with gods and goddesses. But gods and goddesses are just waves in space, energy potentials in the vacuum, just like you and me.
A god or a me arises as a ripple in the ocean of awareness. A ripple of me only exists in relation to a ripple of you. Each of these ripples is made of one and the same space. And each wave, while individualized at its peak, is the whole ocean at its base. Hence all of us, gods and mortals, are but one Great Space playing as many relative points of view. Indian philosophy starkly states that this atman, the individual soul, is none other than Brahman, the eternal space of God. We are each other.
AWAKENED SPACE IN BUDDHISM
Gautama the Buddha taught this same truth in a different way. He wiped away all gods, goddesses and separate souls, reminding us that we are all mere empty space: sunya. But this emptiness is alive as bodhi chitta, which literally means "awakened consciousness." Western scholars misinterpret Buddha's teaching as nihilism, regarding emptiness as a negation. But sunya is a dynamic emptiness that purifies and regenerates. Emptiness pulsates with positive energy, the energy of creation.
AWAKENED SPACE IN JUDAISM
Jewish mystics called the emptiness of awakened space, "ayin," which in Hebrew means no-thing. The mystical Jewish vision of God is Ayin Soph Or. "Soph" means point, "Or" means light. "Ayin Soph Or" may be translated as the dimensionless point of light. It is self-luminous space without any permanent point of view. The light of creation (Or ha'Olam) emanates from the darkness of ayin. Thus, as we have seen, the Hebrew creation story in Genesis 1 actually describes the foundations of quantum physics: material particles vibrating in waves from the cosmic ocean of the vacuum. "And the earth was formless and void... and the Spirit-Breath of God was stirring the waters."
AWAKENED SPACE IN CHRISTIANITY
Christian mystics personified the emptiness of awakened space as a Virgin Mother engendering the Word or Logos. The Logos is the seed of the material universe existing as pure thought before manifesting as matter. Christian theology insisted that creation is born out of nothing: "ex nihilo." In Christian contemplative prayer, we return to the creative silence that was there before God said, "Let there be light." Medieval mystics named such deep interior prayer, "the cloud of Unknowing." They called their practice the negative way: "Via Negativa." The deepest form of Christian contemplation was "apophatic" rather than "cataphatic" prayer. In Greek, this means "without form" as opposed to "with form." These mystics realized God as awakened space in radiant emptiness. They called God "the divine darkness."
In Christian meditation, we rest in a stillness where no images arise. This seems like nothing, because it is so empty and dark. But in our Sabbath rest from the work of thought, we discover that the Mother of God is within us, nearer than our own mind, as the womb of awareness. All creation is born from her silence as the light of Christ, the Word of God. It is this divine Logos who becomes sacred matter: "the Word made flesh."
AWAKENED SPACE NOW
Churches, temples and mosques exist for one purpose - to awaken space in our cluttered lives. Those wisdom-traditions who remember this will survive. Those who clutter their space with dogmas and creeds will not.
A New Age teacher may call this awakened space "cosmic consciousness." A Yogi may use the Sanskrit term, "samadhi." The Christian might use a Biblical term such as, "the peace which passeth all understanding." A Buddhist may call it, "Buddha-nature," and a Zen Buddhist might even call it "no-mind." The name we give to awakened space makes no difference at all. Indeed, some of us discover that when we try to name it, we aren't in it any more!
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Awakened space is a practice, not a philosophical concept. Thinking about it has no value, since pure awakened space is not a thought, but the pure consciousness from which thoughts arise.
You cannot think awakened space because you are awakened space. So don't philosophize about it: just rest here as the radiant silence you are, beyond name and concept. We cannot measure the ocean in our little cup of thought. Throw the cup into the sea. Then dive in after it with your whole body!
Does this mean that we must suppress thoughts, or attempt to push thoughts out of awareness? Not at all. Such misguided practices only give us a headache. Simply realize that awakened space is always already here, even when the mind is cluttered with thoughts. Then quit grasping. Because our thoughts are all made of awakened space, just as a mirage is made of the still sky.
Awakened space pervades our thinking, dreaming, and deep sleep; our action and our rest; our words and our listening; our breath, our blood, our bones. Before the question even arises, awakened space is the answer.
Space is awake. She has no opposite. She welcomes all beliefs, religions, and points of view. Boundless, untainted, transparent, She is within you, and you are within her. She is the womb of creation. Awakened space enfolds your deepest fear and your bitterest pain, your coming in and going out. Her nature is compassion.
Return to the great Mother of awakened space for energy, for peace, and for the milk of perfect joy. You don't even have to believe. Just rest.
Om Shantih Shantih Shantih