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So, yesterday was an official ‘Teacher’s Day’ celebrated by the world. I remember when I was a young kid, I would bring an apple to each of my teachers on such a day and wish them ‘Happy Teacher’s Day’. Why an apple? I heard or read from somewhere the best gift to a teacher was an apple and I honestly don’t know why. But since there is a saying, ‘An apple a day keeps the doctor away’, my guess is that it is either to make sure that the teacher doesn’t go on sick leave so that we could have our lessons on, or it is simply a wish for good health.

Interestingly, I received a ‘Happy Teacher’s Day’ message.

I’d have to admit that I had my fair share of dreaming to be like my own teachers – well loved, well received and well respected. But that was the past and I am not very inclined at the moment to revisit that memory except to say that at some point, someting just felt untrue about it. The air of being a teacher just didn’t sustain itself very long in me. I’d have to acknowledge too that to some selected few, I am being held up on a pedestal as a teacher. Yet, interestingly, there is always a tendency to remind them that I am a friend. That too, have somehow turned untrue to me now. I felt I am now, more of a comrade – someone to work with if you are really interested in working within.

The few who call upon me do ask me questions, and many a times expecting to get some sort of answers from me. What answers can I give to them, except to restructure their own questions and to redirect it back to them to arrive at their own answers? And they do get their own answers, somehow. And when they do, they are discreet about it; a little like me; because they know, and they share with me their own little liberation as means of expressing their appreciation. And it ends there.

So this person who wished me ‘Teacher’s Day’ shared with me that while he previously learned many tools from this particular teacher to unknot the mystic mind which he also learned from other sources, I apparently did something unique which was to empower him to create personal realisations out of these information learned. He shared further that as much as he now saw that I am his teacher, he also started to see why he will need to transcend through me in order for him to be his own teacher. Apparently, what I shared with him opened some doors for him and allowed him to see himself in me. It was awfully nice of him to think that way and that I was the one I did it.

I pondered a little on Teacher’s Day after receiving his message and thought that the most appropriate teacher to be grateful to ought to be Life itself. And upon pondering further, that felt untrue too as the anwer that felt truer came back towards the inner teacher, which is Godme – God&Me. No one can teach you anything. They merely share with you. You have to do the work, and Life offers that opportunity to you for your own inquiry, your own clarity and your own liberation.

No man shall be blind from what he seeks and wish to find unless what he truly wishes is not to find what he seeks.

So, am I a teacher?

Personally, I selfishly and arrogantly prefer to be labelled as a Comrade :)

Yet, if I am to teach anything to anyone, let it be that which directs one to Godme – the only Teacher to love, worship, cherish and respect within, and not me or anyone else. In that way, the outer conditions – the world – becomes an opportunity to learn and to be taught, from within. Then only can it be said, that it is solely yours and no one else’s.

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Be gentle with me
I am only a child.

When you scream at me
Screech at me
Or even defend in your righteousness
By being stern with me
I will only retreat into my cave
Or throw my tantrums
Never seeing your point of view
Only wishing you hear me out
Perhaps even wishing I was dead
Because
I am only a child
I am only a child.

I am yearning for you to listen to me
To see me
The anger brewing within me
The hurt behind it all
Yet
Don’t lie to me
Don’t coax me
Just simply tell me the truth
Because I may feel better today
By your sweet honeyed words
But when I find out the truth tomorrow
I will hate you
And that will be worst
Because I have hurt even more
And I might even hate me for knowing you
Hate me for trusting you
Hate us for being like this
I am only a child, you see
I am only a child.

Force me not in my growing up
If that is what you are truly teaching me
I am only a child now
I am only a child
Learning and picking up what is in front of me
What you do
What you say
No matter how hard you try to make me grow up
I just can’t
Because
I am only a child
It is just not possible for me to see
Just not possible, beyond my time.

And it looks like
The way that you are now
Is most likely what I will become
Just another child trapped
Not listening
Not understanding
Because I am learning from a child too
And that child is you…

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Dedicated to the Last Leg… well, almost…

I observe that it is hard to break free from the so-called Spiritual or Wisdom Teachers. And the best part is that the so-called Spiritual Teachers don’t really have the heart to encourage that breaking free from them too (Darn strange.. how is that even possible?).

So, it is a game that two or more plays. Maybe the student is not ready (really?), maybe the student needs the teacher (really?) or could it also be possible that the teachers are needing the students to be feeding something else? Well, I don’t know. And none of my business. I am just doing my part here sharing a piece for all those who are still doubting themselves and failing to come to terms with themselves out of their so-called ‘love’ for their so-called Spiritual or Wisdom Teachers (no offence, teachers, just doing my job here), still an external factor.

Forget about Love, Oneness, Compassion or even Wisdom. Seriously. Just simply, Clarity be unto All. Have fun!

 

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row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream
merrily merrily merrily merrily
Life is but a D-R-E-A-M…

:D

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I cannot tell you
what is right
what is wrong

I can only be your voice
asking you in return
what is right
what is wrong

my voice serves as an outer reflection
echoing back your own inquiry
that is all its purpose
not to tell you
what is right
what is wrong

the answer to your question
is your own question to your answer
can you not see the paradox of it
all that comes from it
is all that goes to it

a question cannot be asked
without already knowing the answer
only the answer is hidden
and in remembrance
the question comes to be

don’t be fooled my friend
of what it is to you
your lens still tinted
with apparent wondrous colours
even foggy
if I might add

as long as you think there is still a will
then there must be a you to think

yet the you that you think you are
is just as illusionary as this I that seems to speak

at the end of the day

who wants to know
what, when, where, how
and seriously
who cares…

except ‘you’

ask away anyway
since there is nothing to it
for a smile or even a laugh
that may come to be

without the delusional irony realised
what is there to laugh
so go ahead and ask all you want
and let all its answer
entertain only but you.

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It seems as if
I am here
and
You are there

Not knowing
Where I am
is
Where you are

When you speak of your wound
It is my wound that you speak of

Likewise
When I speak of wisdom
It is your wisdom you are witnessing

If that is the case
Was there ever an I or you
What made us think
There is an I or you

You look at me
Thinking it is him
Yet not knowing
Him is me
and me is you

And when you finally arrive
Newly
Its all mixed up
All confused
Who and what is
I, you, him, her

I don’t know
I can’t know

No wonder
There is an I, a you, a him, a her
Because there is a need to know
That I am not you
And you are not me.

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we had never dreamt
though told to simply dream
we are the dreamt all these while
dreaming we can dream

if what we are is simply dream
how can a dream wake up in a dream
if you and I are really such dreamers
surely when you wake
so must I

we are not of dream it seems
but yet we are the dream
why need the dream be a happy one
when it is simply just a dream?

‘lest I am not liking this dream
I must want to wake up
yet do I really have a choice
when all I am is
simply part of
the Dreamer’s Dream.

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No thought ever belonged to you.

A thought is inspired by the Spirit,
or propelled by the Ego.

Both serves different purposes.

You are that Still Silence.

Which would you choose?

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We are all living from memory. There is nothing that comes to our senses which is not known or understood from some form of memory.

Memories are information or knowledge from the past, whether it is being taught by another or through an individual experience, or even an observation. Whenever any piece of these information or knowledge is picked up whether consciously or unconsciously, they are retained in the mind. In other words, there is really no real sense of choice or choosing when or what comes and at the same time being picked up by the mind to make memory. In short, we can conclude (for the sake of mutual understanding that the function of retaining information or knowledge whether through observation, experiential or being taught is what we refer to as memory. If you haven’t noticed, any realization that you have had before also becomes part of memory.

Imagine if you were standing in a room with a table, a chair, a piece of paper and a pen on the table and a live chicken on the same table. Without memory, you would not be able to discern that the position that you have undertaken is actually standing not to mention the possibility of not being able to tell apart the floor, the door, the ceiling, the table, the chair, the piece of paper, the pen and the live chicken. Without memory too, you might not be able to tell or feel weird that a live chicken is sitting on the table. And that is what memory does, it forms your perception and hence an experience comes about.

People either appreciate or do not appreciate their experience. When they appreciate or do not appreciate their experience and try to recreate or detest that experience again, it is the function of memory occurring again with additional elements of attachment and greed to the same experience or its opposite. Either way, there is no difference as both are still functioning from memory. Now, memory is not the problem, but the meaning put onto that memory. In truth, memory is just memory but memory becomes heaven or hell depending very much on the information or knowledge on such information or knowledge itself. It is like those bricks which is laid cemented one on top of another building a wall. And that is how our blocks come about, as in the limitation of how we are each time perceiving and thus experiencing life – because a wall has been built, and is constantly thickening whenever further subscription is applied onto it – more bricks, more cement.

How the majority of the world functions today is that they try to change their outer circumstances in order to change their experience instead of realizing that their experience is churned out by memory. Now, I am not saying that we don’t change any outer circumstances if it is within our power to do so. For example, if it is within your power to walk from the centre of the room to the door, do it! And if you are on a wheel chair, and you want to move from the centre of the room to the door, you roll the handles on the wheel chair and move yourself from the centre of the room to the door. But if you want to walk when you are in the wheel chair, then there you have had it – your suffering, because even though it might happen through some form of therapy or surgery in near future, it isn’t going to happen today. And when it doesn’t happen today, you will feel resentful towards yourself being in such a situation. And that too, is because of memory, because there is a remembrance of what it was like before the current situation of being seated in a wheelchair. And like it or not, this very experience of resentment forms part of memory also, accumulating the bricks and cements.

Since the function of memory is not personal except taken personally, it is helpful to acknowledge that what comes up in experience is a meaning attached to memory. This is the first step in cultivating a new pathway in the mind for a different kind of experience away from suffering. In my observation, this methodology can form as memory only that this kind of memory frees you, instead of keeping you trapped in the previous meaning of memory that brings about limitation and suffering.

Because of this function, it does seem as if we can never ‘run away’ from the past. In this sense, it is somewhat true since memory is beyond our control. Yet, as mentioned above, there is nothing wrong with memory except for the meaning that we put onto memory. To constantly realise or to possess the inner knowing of this, is giving you a choice right now to choose again how you would relate to this memory.

Inviting you to a related article The World is Over, Long Gone, authored by a dear friend.

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It is a very strange feeling. There was no plan of what sorts. Although the family stays pretty nearby and it was a no-brainer to head there to just spend moments together, yet the heart just wanted a quiet night with the little one. There was then this thought of curiosity of how I had spent last year’s eve and did not have any memory of it. It was rather strange, as if some memory of the past were totally wiped out. And then there was a recall that I spent the eve at my teacher’s center, singing and chanting with many. It was a beautiful night filled with lights and loving ambience.

Many, at this time, would be reflecting the past experiences encountered and planning for the year ahead, toggling right here and now between the past and the future. I can imagine some people finding thrills in it. I remember I did. And there will be those too, who would treat today or tomorrow as any other day, except the flip of a calendar date. I remember, I was that too.

Somehow I could not relate the memory of my past moments as a ‘year’ that went by, because it seems very near, and yet also very far. When the memory presents itself, the emotions arises with it and hence making it near because of the experience of emotions, yet because there is a recognition of what arises as memory, it also seems very far away yet being experienced now. Again, a strange and interesting feeling.

The other day, a beloved friend visited and asked me how I was coping without the guardian angel (she had to go back to her home country for a long duration of time), the new job, the daughter and etc. Admittedly, I told her that it was a little tough initially. Yet gradually, there is much ease into the routine and sudden increase in activities. It is how and what people would put it as ‘getting used to’ or being adaptive too. In my experience, it was really about Acceptance.

These past few months were truly a process of coming into being. It is as if I was on a retreat of my own amidst the environment of a daily buzy-fied surrounding full of activities from moment to moment.

True Happiness is Accepting What Is. And I have noticed that True Happiness is not necessarily of those where you laugh out loud and jump around like a kangaroo and it also does not have to deny unpleasant feelings. In fact, it accepts unhappiness, anger, depression, anguish and all its other relatives. True Happiness is beyond the myriad of emotions that we could be experiencing at any moment, despite the external environment, including our own behavior.

We often forget that we have placed many conditions before what is accessible to us without the conditions. We place conditions upon others, the environment and even ourselves in order to achieve what we thought we could get after all conditions have been fulfilled. Yet, if only we had taken a little time to simply come into being…

So as the clock ticks into the dawn of 2013, here’s wishing all a loving year of True Acceptance.

May you finally arrive at where you started, for when you come to the beginning, you have come to the end with a brand new beginning of Love Wisdom. :)

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