words and stories serve us in this relative dream—they are part of this infinite expression and how it functions. But it’s all a kind of dream-like play, like clouds in the sky or water waving. Our suffering is in believing that we really are a separate entity with control over our next thought, our next impulse, our next mood, our next emotion, our next preference, our next decision and our next action—a separate encapsulated entity born into a world that has an inherent, objective, observer-independent reality “out there” somewhere apart from us. This is the illusion. In reality, no-thing actually arises or passes away.(edited from something Joan said )
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 09:30:16 +0000
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