The new flashing before the heart, the jealous old, the father, the castle made of the mother, the cries of the newborn, the blinding light of the new world, the absolutely indeterminate nature of the Self, the disappearance of Christ, submerging of the old and the emerging of the new.
Addiction to faces, to looks, to perishables. Obsession with stability in a world where nothing stands.
The old rules when we project ourselves into the familiar. And how do we recognize the familiar? By its face, by its look; by the look of the familiar love, the look of a day ahead, by the look of an anticipated encounter. Moving for the sake of the carrot!
“Hey look!” is the name of the game the mind plays. The heart promises no looks, nothing familiar; it’s always encountering the new; it demands faith and surrender, giving up anticipations, giving up how things may or may not look like. It’s going on a blind date with reality.
The mind, the ground of all confusion, is that which must say something about something; it operates on the presumption of multiplicity; it’s in incessant production of statements and proposals. And in a land where nothing stands! That brings only confusion. But to whom does the mind make these statements? Who’s the audience? Who must first be, and listening, before the mind can open its mouth?
Don’t turn away. Watch everything that God shows you. Don’t insist on a particular state. Don’t insist on knowing what things will look like before you move. Die to all preferences.
Love all things in that they are and not in what they are.
NOEMAYA 