I think your right Brandy

Came across the following the other day: In order to concentrate, it is necessary to have attained a certain degree of freedom and detachment. In order to meditate, one must place oneself within the light from above. And in order to experience contemplation, it is necessary to become one with this light. Meditation is therefore the honest and courageous effort of the ‘lower self’ to think together with the ‘higher Self’ in divine light. Contemplation follows in the union of the thinker with reality where one does not arrive at a ‘conclusion’ but a experience of union – Reality. – Hermeticism Unknown friend

Helcat –  Such stories makes one wonder. From a point of view of non-duality the reality of each breath is a dying and rebirth. I wonder about the point, (still point?) of transition where one is neither dead or alive? Or, non-duality thier is no dead or alive just the point of which we have no language (name for) for? What is the name for that which is both ‘up and down’, ‘in and out’,  past and future’….  – Reality, Tao, G_d, Brahman ????

To be candid the notion that emptiness that isn’t empty sometimes feels like play with language to me. Then perhaps the intention is a mental slap to  break our habit of thinking and being? As Brandy and Tee pointed to the intention seems to be a experience of ‘knowing’ -unity –  rather then knowing.

A thought occurred to me last night as I was thinking about the conversation on hope and hopelessness. That it was the notion of hope and not the notion of “waiting without love, for love would be for of the wrong thing” that drew our attention . I suspect each of us has experience of love of the wrong thing, being disappointed in love. Still to wait with out love leading to a experience of unity – Love – is difficult to grasp.  Perhaps its similar to emptiness that isn’t empty.. as Eliot says its all in the stillness of waiting, the still point. Emptiness, stillness, waiting…. the pause between the notes.

Coming back to earth 🙂 I return to Richard Wagamese
“In this stillness, I am the trees alive with singing. I am the sky everywhere at once. I am the snow and the wind bearing stories across geographies and generations. I am the light everywhere descending. I am my heart evoking drum song. I am my spirit rising. In the smell of theses sacred medicines burning. I am my prayers and my meditation, and I am time captured fully in this now. I am a traveler on a sacred journey through this one shinning day”

Me: What is the point of prayer and mediation?
Grandmother: To Bring you closer to the Great Mystery.
Me: So I can understand it?
Grandmother: No, so you can participate in it.
– Richard Wagamese – Embers