I woke up today and investigated the meaning of reality. Being acutely aware of my own mother’s distraught mental state, I prepared a cup of morning coffee and after drinking it, began to investigate this false sense of I and mine. When the mind is untethered to the object of negation, the false sense of an I and mine, when one does not cut through appearances and investigate the ultimate state of being, the selflessness of self and of phenomena, the mind ricochets off whatever external object it becomes attached to, powerlessly driving itself away from all forms of inner peace, happiness and contentment.
Sitting quietly in meditation, I investigated my own state of dissatisfaction. Not happy here, does that mean I go there? Where going? Somewhere else? Where? Why there? What happens if I move from here to there? Will I find peace, or the same state of inner dissatisfaction and a lack of peace? So I look. What is there that is not here? This mad woman, this madman, driving me away from my home, if I go elsewhere, why would they give me peace or satisfaction anywhere. Their aim is to keep me on the run. The answer is to turn within and tame the innermost flow of one’s own mental continuum.
Cutting through false appearance, one annihilates this false view of external reality. There is no happiness there that is not here.
There is no happiness to be found spending an extra one or two hundred dollars per day, on a hotel/motel located somewhere else, when the state of dissatisfaction remains unchallenged and not investigated for its validity or lack thereof. As there is only the conventional sense of self, the basis for conventional reasoning, one cuts through with the eye of wisdom, the unruly state of mind, driving one everywhere but where happiness and satisfaction abides, in a state free from fetters. Ultimate wisdom.
Having removed by cutting through false appearance, the ordinary veil, that obscures one from the nature of reality, one can abide free from fear, contented and without many external requirements.
Copyright © Vanessa Anne Pollock 2016