How do you do something you have already done? How do you return to where you already are? How do you find that which is already found? How do you see what you are already seeing! Not by effort, for sure, but instead through recognition. By cessation of seeking and looking out and looking for, for all these movements presume lack. The point of seeking is to exhaust itself and arrive at its own futility, so that one can drop the effort, and it is in this dropping of effort that truth reveals itself; it doesn’t reveal itself as if it were hiding itself or was in any way out of view. Truth is always staring us in the face; it is the most obvious of all; it rather appears as if it were concealed precisely because of our looking past it; what conceals the truth is our very seeking.
That which is is beyond grasp because it is supremely simple. It has no edges, no form, to be grasped by the mind. That which has no parts doesn’t lend itself to comprehension, for all comprehension is a coming together of an arrangement of parts.
Truth cannot be thought, for it moves faster than thought; can fish catch up with water? Can fish even know water!
The ultimate end of all seeking is to realize there is nothing to seek, nothing to find, nothing to know; there are no questions; nothing that is not unknown; nothing that is not done. Seek not to find this state; your fingers will keep pushing it away.
The mind creates problems and then offers solutions with which it will never be settled for long; and this is what it does; the struggle of the mind is endless and full of despair. From the vantage point of the heart, there are no problems, no questions unanswered, and no states to escape.
The mind is a creature of the earth; it crawls on land; it cannot see far, and it’s fond of weaving strategies; it must have a map; it’s constantly planning its next move, the fearful creature that it is. So much work and effort and so much disappointment and little success. The heart needs none of those, for it flies over the earth; it grasps in one glance what the mind cannot comprehend in a lifetime.
Don’t try to solve the mind’s problems. It’s a trap, a bottomless pit.
Seeing past the truth, the mind sees only multiplicity and the problems it itself has created by exertion. The heart, seeing past the mind’s problems, sees nothing but unity and simplicity. The mind is always in recoil, the heart still. What exists for one is non-existent for the other. To remember one side, one has to forget the other, for forgetfulness is both the affliction and the cure.
