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The Truth About Enlightenment
I was feeling desperately lonely, having made a hard, hard decision. I thought of posting at Cafe Molo in Wakefield a blank piece of paper except for a title. The title would say 'I'm lost, looking for real happiness, can you give me directions.' Then people can write something from their wisdom. Maybe I still will do that.
But don't say 'be true to yourself', I did that, it was hard and I am lonely. Don't say 'start from where you are', that's what I'm doing.Don't say 'have faith', that's all this is.I don't know if you can give advice to a lover.
The health food store will sell you down the river.You go to a guru because they have power, but power is what you claim and you can claim it for yourself. Power, like money, its a lot of headaches.Whatever happened to that book you bought with money that could have gone to the poor.
The truth about the ritual, the mystery, the incense, the scripture, the priest and imam, the stories and those conversations about God is that these are things to get you in the mood. Like decorations at a birthday party. And when you're looking up at the prayer flag, you trip and fall down the well. If you can let go, that is surrender. If you wanted to be with God, you only have to wake up in the morning.
It is make-believe to think that enlightenment takes pain away and makes your life easy, if anything it makes life more difficult because it is real. The objective of the spiritual path is not to rise above others, the objective is to keep rising yourself each day.
Now, the enlightened get lonely when the people turn away from the rich joy of reality, when they are preoccupied with petty things, when they are cruel, when they miss the point and crawl down a hole instead of stretching out towards the empty sky, when they are miserable and make excuses for giving up their dreams, when they see far more tragedy than there is, when they see far more romance than there is. Wind, rain, fire, dirt, sea, billions of species of life around us, instincts, intellect, governments, lovers, people. We walk within and among, lightly. Meet us in the heart of the spirit's dream.
Maybe in Wakefield.
But don't say 'be true to yourself', I did that, it was hard and I am lonely. Don't say 'start from where you are', that's what I'm doing.Don't say 'have faith', that's all this is.I don't know if you can give advice to a lover.
The health food store will sell you down the river.You go to a guru because they have power, but power is what you claim and you can claim it for yourself. Power, like money, its a lot of headaches.Whatever happened to that book you bought with money that could have gone to the poor.
The truth about the ritual, the mystery, the incense, the scripture, the priest and imam, the stories and those conversations about God is that these are things to get you in the mood. Like decorations at a birthday party. And when you're looking up at the prayer flag, you trip and fall down the well. If you can let go, that is surrender. If you wanted to be with God, you only have to wake up in the morning.
It is make-believe to think that enlightenment takes pain away and makes your life easy, if anything it makes life more difficult because it is real. The objective of the spiritual path is not to rise above others, the objective is to keep rising yourself each day.
Now, the enlightened get lonely when the people turn away from the rich joy of reality, when they are preoccupied with petty things, when they are cruel, when they miss the point and crawl down a hole instead of stretching out towards the empty sky, when they are miserable and make excuses for giving up their dreams, when they see far more tragedy than there is, when they see far more romance than there is. Wind, rain, fire, dirt, sea, billions of species of life around us, instincts, intellect, governments, lovers, people. We walk within and among, lightly. Meet us in the heart of the spirit's dream.
Maybe in Wakefield.
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