tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-835218475794207821.post304204354808651234..comments2024-02-08T04:20:25.937-06:00Comments on Enlightenment For No One: Meaning without ConceptMaury Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15069923174216911346noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-835218475794207821.post-88569321938426989602008-08-31T20:29:00.000-05:002008-08-31T20:29:00.000-05:00Good comment, Ron. I agree that some of these thin...Good comment, Ron. I agree that some of these things are very difficult to put in words. I feel that I am successful when someone responds. <BR/><BR/>Your mention of something in the heart, "rock" solid reminds me of a similar experience, or noticing. <BR/><BR/>I was going through a painful divorce, and was moving from security into the unknown. <BR/><BR/>At the peak of the insecurity, I felt a very solid, rock like, center in the middle of my chest. I did not know what it was, but the rock hard, solid, strength of it was absolute. Once the knowing of it was made clear, and I knew it was there, the sense of it left. <BR/><BR/>Haven't thought of that in years. Thanks for bringing back the memory. <BR/><BR/>MauryMaury Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15069923174216911346noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-835218475794207821.post-20910244425574038532008-08-31T20:11:00.000-05:002008-08-31T20:11:00.000-05:00'Meaning without concept' is an apt description, M...'Meaning without concept' is an apt description, Maury, for what my mind interprets as 'what never changes'. Both these phrases (and many others), point to Mystery that totally defies description. As you say, IT comes with authority that can't be doubted.<BR/><BR/>I also went through a similar process as you, understanding THIS as an experience that passed, like all experiences -- and wanting more -- and suffering as a result.<BR/><BR/>Over a period of several years, it has become increasingly obvious to me, that this subtle, subtle Quality is not an experience at all. IT is the very Ground of being/not-being (neither existing nor not existing) of which I am not a separate entity. It is like the hum of my computer that is always there, in the background, whenever I am typing. This hum appears to come and go, only because my attention to 'this ground of awareness' wanders.<BR/><BR/>For me, Ground resides not only in memory, but in Itself as an all pervasive is-ness, irrespective of what state of peace or agitation I happen to be in, anytime I care to look and see. THIS is like a rock, a clear diamond-hard matrix that holds changing forms (including me) in an iron grip of stillness, while allowing every form complete freedom to move around and be itself (stone girl dancing).<BR/><BR/>I wouldn't describe THIS as "meaning without 'content'" because trees and trash and cars and people and me are still seen, yet more transparently so (so to speak), than when I look at the world through filters of belief.<BR/><BR/>THIS is seen not just with physical eyes, but with every cell of the body, especially the heart, and seems to be looking back!<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the opportunity to try and describe IT, so everywhere, so subtle, like a fish in clear waterRon Marsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15593363364209491583noreply@blogger.com