the eternal kingdom of now

September 4, 2012

What were you thinking in that moment when you first gazed into the Grand Canyon? What were you thinking when you looked up and saw a shooting star? What were you thinking when you heard the most perfect musical passage, when you closed your eyes and tasted the most exquisite dish any chef ever concocted? What were you thinking that first moment you gazed into the face of your newborn baby?

In that moment, of course, you were not thinking anything at all. The subject and object were completely merged, yet you were aware of bliss deep within. And that moment was the end of time, the end of all conflict and seeking. It was the answer, because no question arose.

But a moment later, you superimposed thought between awareness and the world; you formed a concept and a name for your experience, and you tagged it in memory, so that you could attempt to remember the experience later, and fit it into the memory file called “my story.”

We spend almost our entire lives running through our memory tags, but rarely spend a moment in the raw sweet burning energy of This. This moment is the only moment you are truly alive.

~ Fred LaMotte

2 Responses to “the eternal kingdom of now”

  1. feralmonk Says:

    And doing ‘this’ is freedom from suffering and the freedom to bliss, but it is only the beginning of being that is freedom with the suffering of the world, that looks it in the eye no differently than it listens to birdsong at dawn, that does not cherish bliss – then this is the new beginning that lifts its other foot and sets it down. What is this that is free from suffering, free to bliss, free with the suffering of the world. These steps… mine?

  2. Scott Says:

    What is this? Perhaps not so much ‘mine’ as much as an individuation of awareness. We represent the universe’s awareness portals via our sensory organs and the reptilian ‘good/bad’ decision engine which continues to be a component of our triune brain. ‘This’ happens whether our individuated scanners pick up on it or not and continues on regardless of the ‘either/or’ parsing and clacking between our ears. We label various phenomenon and our reaction to that phenomenon ‘mine’ when deep down we know there’s no ‘me’ to claim ‘mine.’ We just forget. Even when we wake up and remember, we dose off again and forget. The mountain, the birdsong at dawn, the shooting star, the beloved face of a loving child helps me remember. And, it all helps me remain grateful for ‘this’ which from one perspective is never mine and from another perspective has always been mine and always will be.

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