My question;
I watched Danny Devito being interviewed the other night and he was hilarious as always.
He told the joke about the Buddha who said to the hot dog vender;
"Make me one with everything"
Danny was talking about his religious beliefs and how he didn't follow any organized faith.
He said that he finds something wonderful in everything he does and does not need any external entity in control.
He believes he is one with everything, just like the Buddha and the hot dog man, so, as he loves himself and his life, he also loves everything.
I believe we can spend our lives searching for our lost selves, not being in touch with anything,
or we can spend this moment finding happiness in everything,
just like Danny Devito.
There is a choice, to search, or to find.
The amazing thing is that there is no search necessary, we only have to look in the right place, and we find what we are looking for.
The Buddha was right,
"I am one,
with everything."
No search, no path,
no way, just remove doubt and all becomes clear.
My friend Jonathan told me that if I wanted enlightenment all I had to do was:
"Go straight past the Door of Doubt,
Along the Corridor of Confusion,
Turn down the Hallway of Hope and look for the Revelation Room.
When you enter you may need a while to adjust.
Don't be put off by the darkness.
It's common to feel that you see nothing just before you realize that you see everything."
This, I believe, is when you become "one with everything" and become enlightened.
So to my question;
Are you still at the Door of Doubt?
Do you want enlightenment?
Nathan
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With love
This blog is to distribute my book, The Chronicals of the Silent One. From time to time I will write comments and Dharma.
Saturday 26 October 2013
Thursday 3 October 2013
My thoughts.....,
I have been quiet the last few weeks.
I have been contemplating my own mortality, my own impending demise.
This probably won't happen for another thirty years or so, but when we reach a certain age this thinking process can become a magnificent obsession.
As I am in my seventieth year this topic becomes important.
My thought have turned to writing a Death poem.
A Death poem is usually written after one passes away.
The poem is read as part of a eulogy at a funeral or placed in a newspaper telling of the persons life.
Should a famous person die then the poem can become quite flowery and pretentious. The more humble the person, the fewer words are written.
A famous humble comedian wrote
"I told you I was sick"
as his poem on his headstone.
There is a thought that everyone should write a Death poem whilst they are alive.
A poem that somehow sums up a life.
The easing into the next phase of life, somehow making one feel less fearful.
"Yes Death,
Peacefully, Quietly,
I touch you,
Only to find..."
This life leads to this?
Someone once said
"Is this all there is?"
Quite obviously, it is,
"all there is."
Nothing else.
So why the fear?
Why the kicking and screaming that goes on?
Must one face the next part of the journey in mortal trepidation?
What will happen to us?
Will we return as a slug?
Questions of a misspent life, a life unfulfilled, or just questions of a fearful person.
These questions and more, are voiced by those, who have not yet realized the beauty of our existence.
We have this amazing, wonderful life,
so graciously given by loved ones, that all too soon quickly leave.
Most complain that love ones past too early,
or that they had a hard life with no luck.
Death should have chosen someone else.
So the decision to write a poem seems to smooth our agitation regarding death.
Once the mind accepts the fact that we must pass, then the fear of death seems to disappear.
It is the acceptance that death is another part of life that is so difficult.
It's all so final, there is no more?
I am not so sure that there is "no more."
It is the adventure of being not so sure about re-birth and coming back that makes death so special.
My suggestion to all that have any fear of the future is to write down that feeling of fear through a Death poem.
Nathan
Sent from my iPhone and
http://www.dharmamaster.com
With love
I have been contemplating my own mortality, my own impending demise.
This probably won't happen for another thirty years or so, but when we reach a certain age this thinking process can become a magnificent obsession.
As I am in my seventieth year this topic becomes important.
My thought have turned to writing a Death poem.
A Death poem is usually written after one passes away.
The poem is read as part of a eulogy at a funeral or placed in a newspaper telling of the persons life.
Should a famous person die then the poem can become quite flowery and pretentious. The more humble the person, the fewer words are written.
A famous humble comedian wrote
"I told you I was sick"
as his poem on his headstone.
There is a thought that everyone should write a Death poem whilst they are alive.
A poem that somehow sums up a life.
The easing into the next phase of life, somehow making one feel less fearful.
"Yes Death,
Peacefully, Quietly,
I touch you,
Only to find..."
This life leads to this?
Someone once said
"Is this all there is?"
Quite obviously, it is,
"all there is."
Nothing else.
So why the fear?
Why the kicking and screaming that goes on?
Must one face the next part of the journey in mortal trepidation?
What will happen to us?
Will we return as a slug?
Questions of a misspent life, a life unfulfilled, or just questions of a fearful person.
These questions and more, are voiced by those, who have not yet realized the beauty of our existence.
We have this amazing, wonderful life,
so graciously given by loved ones, that all too soon quickly leave.
Most complain that love ones past too early,
or that they had a hard life with no luck.
Death should have chosen someone else.
So the decision to write a poem seems to smooth our agitation regarding death.
Once the mind accepts the fact that we must pass, then the fear of death seems to disappear.
It is the acceptance that death is another part of life that is so difficult.
It's all so final, there is no more?
I am not so sure that there is "no more."
It is the adventure of being not so sure about re-birth and coming back that makes death so special.
My suggestion to all that have any fear of the future is to write down that feeling of fear through a Death poem.
Nathan
Sent from my iPhone and
http://www.dharmamaster.com
With love
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