It is your idea that you have to do things that entangle you in the results of your efforts - the motive, the desire, the failure to achieve, the sense of frustration - all this holds you back. Simply look at whatever happens and know that you are beyond it.
If you understand that consciousness is what consciousness is conscious of, then you know all there is to know.
The one thing you are looking for, the one thing you truly want, is the one thing that can never, ever appear. That is why so many people I’ve met over the years are so exhausted, burnt out, at the end of their spiritual tether. They are seeking something they cannot find, but continue to seek anyway, in the vain hope that one day ‘it’ will appear… What you seek is what you truly are. Your true Self - the One you want - can never appear to you, it can never be a ‘thing’ for you, an ‘object’ to have and to hold, for there cannot be two of you. One seeker and one sought is already one too many. Break up from this false relationship.
Recognize the natural silence of your own Self. Silence is not a behavior. Silence is not a practice. It is the natural perfume of being. Trying to be still is not stillness. Find that stillness inside, which simply Is. There is no one to practice it. It can only be recognized. It is here. It is not hiding. It is not hurried. Simply stop identifying with the past, future, present or with any self image. Be open to being nothing. No thing. So that internally you are simply like a space. But this is not an inert space, but a space full of aliveness. Still don’t define yourself as aliveness. Don’t define yourself at all. Simply remain in natural self-attention.
The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy. Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves, the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.
What an astonishing creature the mind is.
It can laser down to a single point of intensity
and slice through the problem of small pox or polio.
It can ask itself, “What if?” and come up with everything
from an abacus to a zero.
It can splinter into 4 very real voices
and drive a man into a padded cell.
It can refuse to listen to all entreaties and obsess
about a missing bill to the point of insomnia.
It can make a woman shrivel by whispering to
her that she is not worthy of love.
It can make an erection wilt with a single jab of a thought.
It can soar through the skies and shred time zones.
It came up with time zones
It can go to the moon and come back.
It can go past the moon and leave the solar system.
It came up with the solar system.
It can tell us that light bends.
And so does space.
It can design and build a soaring cathedral.
Or a glittering symphony.
Or bewitch you for centuries with an enigma of a smile.
It can trap you in a labyrinth called time,
hobble you with a past,
terrorise you with a future and
bend you over before your time.
It came up with time.
for some people
it can expand
beyond all horizons
leaving only a clear blue sky
and sharp morning sunlight
pouring in through a window.
Years ago, when I first went to Tiruvannamalai, South India, to visit the ashram of Sri Ramana Maharishi, I decided I would walk up the slopes of the sacred hill Arunachala to sit for a while at Skandashramam, the tiny ashram where Ramana Maharshi had first lived in the early days. ( He then moved…
My life is my practice.
When you rest in quietness and your image of yourself fades, and your image of the world fades, and your ideas of others fade, what’s left? A brightness, a radiant emptiness that is simply what you are.