Friday, October 22, 2010
meditation
meditation i feel, is that experience when i reach a zero-sum. may be a nothingness. or an emptiness.
nothingness
I have been thinking for a while of the experience I feel of God as being an emptiness within, maybe no-thingness.Through my search I feel struck by the emptiness of all my spiritual findings. An emptiness not in the negative or positive sense, I feel it is a true sense of emptiness that i understand as the mystery of God.
I have been affected by the thought that the idea of God is nothing... or rather nothingness... and maybe hence the idea of God is based on the concept of zero... or sunya, or emptiness. Maybe God is the meaning of an experience of mystery and a sense of absence in our lives; that which is ephemeral and transcendent? That which is based on the concept of an absence within... and possibly in the world at large? I have felt in the last few days an experience of God as being a dimension within us that has no form or identity. Maybe God lies in that space like the zero, neither in the opposites. I feel the aspect of God being an emptiness within me, as an experience of touching the mystery of being in the world. A sense of openness to the infinite within me.. which at times feels like the vast cosmos... and yet this vastness is my very being.
I have been affected by the thought that the idea of God is nothing... or rather nothingness... and maybe hence the idea of God is based on the concept of zero... or sunya, or emptiness. Maybe God is the meaning of an experience of mystery and a sense of absence in our lives; that which is ephemeral and transcendent? That which is based on the concept of an absence within... and possibly in the world at large? I have felt in the last few days an experience of God as being a dimension within us that has no form or identity. Maybe God lies in that space like the zero, neither in the opposites. I feel the aspect of God being an emptiness within me, as an experience of touching the mystery of being in the world. A sense of openness to the infinite within me.. which at times feels like the vast cosmos... and yet this vastness is my very being.
Friday, October 8, 2010
three biscuits and a fairy cake
There once lived a family of three biscuits. There was a daddy biscuit, mummy biscuit and a baby boy biscuit. The biscuit family's best friend was fairy cake. Fairy cake was the most beautiful fairy cake. One day their friend, cuppa tea invited them all to come and join in a party at 4pm. The three biscuits and the fairy cake were so delighted to hear this. They all had heard from the baker what a wonderful house cuppa tea lived in with his wife tea pot and their little one, sugar pot. Mamma and Pappa biscuit could not wait to visit cuppa tea and their family. As the time was coming closer daddy biscuit started feeling for an unknown reason slightly nervous of this whole visit. He could not quite put his finger on what it was but felt uneasy. He talked to mamma biscuit about this, who in turn discussed the matter with fairy cake. Fairy cake very tenderly smiled and said all would be fine. She responded by promising the biscuits that in any sticky consequence she would be there to help. This assured the biscuit family, for they all trusted fairy cake. Mamma biscuit got all the family to lie down in the afternoon to have a short siesta before they set off. Closer to 4pm they all got ready. Daddy biscuit wore his smart chocolate coat, Mamma biscuit wore her beautiful strawberry flavoured jelly outfit. And the little baby boy biscuit wore his sweet cream jacket that would make any one feel happy and content with life. They all glided out of their biscuit box and met fairy cake who lives on the next shelf. When fairy cake emerged out of her beautiful foil wrapping, all the three biscuits looked at her in wonder and amazement. She was wearing beautiful icing with silver sweeties sprinkled on top. Her dress was made of very delicate fluted butter paper.
They all set out together gliding on a tray, each one on a different saucer. Cuppa tea and tea pot and sugar pot were all keenly waiting at 4pm on a grand table. Oh how glorious they did look with their fine china ware outfit and golden rimmed handles. The intricate designs and stainless tablecloth. Every thing about the cuppa tea family looked so attractive. As soon as they saw their guests arrive tea pot welcomed them in. Mamma biscuit commented on how beautiful their finely laced table cloth was woven. No sooner had they sat down to have a chat when they heard a creek in the door. They all heard the footstep of a person. This, all present at the table knew was the dreaded moment. The clock struck 4. Hell broke out. Cuppa tea rushed to the closet so that the biscuits and the fairy cake could hide. Tea pot knew if she were to remain on the table this would tempt the person who was just about to enter to have a cuppa tea, so she very gracefully placed herself behind her friend the kettle. Fairy cake knowing what was at hand used her best powers and transformed her friends the biscuits into three wild autumn flowers from the garden. She herself transformed into a vase whereby she could hold her friends close and be together.
The lady who entered into the house went up to the radio and switched the 4pm classical radio channel. She spotted a story book on the table titled 'three biscuits and a fairy cake'. She sat down by the table to read it.
They all set out together gliding on a tray, each one on a different saucer. Cuppa tea and tea pot and sugar pot were all keenly waiting at 4pm on a grand table. Oh how glorious they did look with their fine china ware outfit and golden rimmed handles. The intricate designs and stainless tablecloth. Every thing about the cuppa tea family looked so attractive. As soon as they saw their guests arrive tea pot welcomed them in. Mamma biscuit commented on how beautiful their finely laced table cloth was woven. No sooner had they sat down to have a chat when they heard a creek in the door. They all heard the footstep of a person. This, all present at the table knew was the dreaded moment. The clock struck 4. Hell broke out. Cuppa tea rushed to the closet so that the biscuits and the fairy cake could hide. Tea pot knew if she were to remain on the table this would tempt the person who was just about to enter to have a cuppa tea, so she very gracefully placed herself behind her friend the kettle. Fairy cake knowing what was at hand used her best powers and transformed her friends the biscuits into three wild autumn flowers from the garden. She herself transformed into a vase whereby she could hold her friends close and be together.
The lady who entered into the house went up to the radio and switched the 4pm classical radio channel. She spotted a story book on the table titled 'three biscuits and a fairy cake'. She sat down by the table to read it.
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