Perfect,
is the perfect name for you,
which is perfectly true,
as it perfectly defines,
the perfect you.
Perfect,
is perfectly what you are,
and perfectly what you do,
like the radiance of the morning dew,
perfectly fresh, perfectly new.“Everything is thought”. The seer is one, the listener is one, the feeler is one, the experiencer is one, the thinker is one, the witnesser is one, the knower is one, the sensor is one; it is the mind alone. What you see, what you feel, what you hear, what you experience, what you know, what you sense, is nothing other than the mind itself, the thoughts. What does the air see or feel? What does the grass see or feel? It is mind alone, it is thought alone which has made everything out of nothing, and its creation is there only for itself. Out of mind, there is nothing. Like what is there when you are in deep sleep with no dreams? There’s no time, no feeling, no sensations, no knower; the conscious mind is sleeping. And in that state, there is literally nothing. Even though chronically, 8 hours or more or less have been passed, if that deep sleep is there, it just feels like only one moment has passed. I slept just a moment earlier and now boom, 8 hours has passed like an instant. So we say, everything is thought because beyond and out of mind, there is literally nothing. What was before your physical birth? The same is the state of yours without mind. You also don’t remember first few months or even years after your birth. You were out of mind at that time. But it is so boring to be out of mind. There is fun in the play of mind, in the pleasure and pain, in the noise, the everlasting desires, the never-ending struggle for security and stability, the uncertainty of life. There is fun in all of that. Imagine being a grass, that eventually will be eaten by grass. What would you feel, how would it be? Imagine being air, just roaming here and there. Imagine being rock, fixed in one place for hundreds or even thousands of years. No fun in it. So we also say, it is a play of god. You are not mind, mind is a tool, a part, just like your hands or legs, which has some functions. You don’t say I am hand or I am leg, similarly you are not mind only, you are whole. You are whole the conscious, the unconscious, the body, and so and so. You are whole. So this whole is what we call god. Just like ocean is a notation for the whole drops of water, taken as one drop. God is the one, which is whole. And mind is divisive, dividing everything into fragments and clinging to those fragments. So, it is a play of God, the whole you. Mind is such a playful actor, it is wholly and fully immersed into the role it has got. It is such a humorous guy that it can and it does deceive itself in this play. Such a tremendous beauty and play and fun is there being the mind. And out of mind, all the fun is gone. Many call it blissful, but for me it is the most boring and unblissful thing that can ever be. It is the end of play for me. People are so after silence that they forget, silence is not a thing of mind, and even though they have knowledge that they are not mind, they are still after silence and love and this and that. Why bother? Out of mind those things are already there. But this is the very interesting play of which I was talking earlier.
If god is pleased by offering him gold and diamonds, I offer him mud. If god is pleased by offering him prayers, I will offer him curses. If god is pleased by offering him tears of devotion, I will offer him laughter. If God desires my humility, I will stand tall in defiance. If God seeks worship, I will remain silent.
For if this God is real, he would not demand, nor expect, nor be swayed by the trivial offerings of mortals. Therefore, I will offer neither wealth nor words, neither reverence nor rebellion. Instead, I will seek to understand the truth of life, the truth of myself. For in that understanding, perhaps, lies the only offering that matters.
God and the Ocean are the same; they both are, and they both are not. In the name of the Ocean, all you can show me are countless drops of water. In the name of God, all you can show me are countless fragments of creation.
Just like your old radio cannot play YouTube videos, “I” and “you” cannot love. We are looking for and at the wrong thing with the wrong thing. This “I” and “you” is incapable of love or trust or faith and so and so. It is because “I” and “you” are nothing more than bundle of memories, the mind. You are the past. The mind is made from particles of past, and it can only hold the past. Just like your hands can never grasp the flowing water from river, mind fails to perceive or to ever be present.
First of all it is wrong or foolish to try to be present, or grasp the present. And secondly, mind is not the tool to do so. So what we are doing is, we are looking for and at the wrong thing from the wrong thing. Yet it is the right thing as it suggests the mind is working perfectly, functioning healthily. Because minds function is to do the wrong thing, to stay away from what is. And by trying to stay with what is, we are out of what is, yet under the what is. Such a lovely play of mind it is.
One might wonder, what all of this “what is” has to do with love, trust, or faith and so and so? Well, they all are just the same thing, the one thing expressed differently. They all imply freedom. Freedom from what? There is only one bondage, which can again be expressed differently. I would like to express it or call it attachment. We attach to everything. And ironically, everything is just thought, which in-fact is nothing. Such a lovely play of mind.
If we express differently, we can also say the bondage is to not stay with what is. What is means the fact, the truth, the actual, the present moment. We are endlessly comparing, comparing what is with what should be and what could be. This what should be and what could be are our ideals, whom we chase or compare ourselves to feel pity or proud. This endless comparison is bondage.
Everything you see is your own thoughts. When you see me, your mind instantly interprets what you perceive, creating an output—a thought. That thought is what you truly see. So you are basically seeing only yourself, your thoughts. When you say Nikit is bad, it is the translation by mind of the memories Nikit and you shared together. So Nikit and his badness is basically just you.
Unless you open your eyes and look around, you cannot have love or whatever. But this “I” or “You” is incapable of opening eyes. The “I” doing its job perfectly itself is love. And this “I” failing to see that love is everywhere already, itself is perfect functioning and this is love.
You don't have trust. There is huge difference between trust and security. That which you call trust is security, so your trust is very weak, very cheap, very petty. That is why your trust can be broken very easily, within a moment. If you trust me, I can easily break it within a second. Trust, in its truest sense, is not a thing that can be broken. Security can be broken, turned and twisted into insecurity, but there is no weapon for trust to break and fall apart. Psychological security is an illusion which only exists in our head, in the imagination. As security exists only in idea, you fail to trust someone or something. You have never trusted anyone or anything your entire life. You say you trust your god, your god's plan, but as soon as something unfortunate happens, or insecurity creeps in, there is sense of injustice, suffering, complain, and doubt. If you truly trust your god, then all is finished. There is no more suffering. You also say you trust your friend or partner, but when they do something to hurt you, when you feel deceived, there is no more trust. It is because you never trusted the whole living being, you never trusted your friend, the actual person. You only trusted a idea of your friend in which he is good. You only trusted one side of your friend, the good side, the pleasant side, and when he showed you another side of him, your trust is broken. But a human being is not just good. Human being is all, he is both good and bad, moral and immoral, pleasant and unpleasant. You just trusted a idea of the person, not the whole person. If there is ever trust in the whole person, then whatever he does, can never break your trust. It is only when you misunderstand security with trust, trust is broken. Trust is a great freedom. Only free people can trust. You and I, seekers of security, the great escapers, can never trust. Trust is an extraordinary thing. It brings great delight, relief. If you can ever trust someone or something, there is tremendous sense of harmony and peace. Then all is finished. You are love, you are free, you are woken up, you are buddha, you are enlightened, you are awakened, you are god.
