its as-it-is-ness

POSTCARD#310: A village near Hat Yai: Exotic red Hibiscus flowers and butterflies as big as birds. A zizzle of insects in the night and numerous coconut palm trees just standing around contemplating the situation – if a tree falls in the forest… does the world continue to exist when I close my eyes? Was this world here before I was born? Hard to believe it was, everything just going on as it is now, probably, farmyard animals, birds in the trees and all the other random events taking place as they are now, experienced from here on the top floor of the house where the treetops are level with the roof terrace and higher.

There was a time when I wasn’t here – not born yet. I can understand that, so it means I can understand what the world is without that person called ‘me’ in it. There’s an anonymity about this that’s quite liberating, and undeniably, the present moment is all around the place, taking the form of objects, I see (as soon as they are ‘seen’), becoming the surfaces of things I touch (as soon as they are ‘held’). I keep bumping into it, the present moment is all there is, and it is as it is, whether I am aware of it in its as-it-is-ness or not.

Sometimes it gets stuck, like a failed Internet connection. The internet room at Hat Yai Airport was closed when I was there, all the computers covered with their old covers and a sign written in English: “could not make a connection” – okay, everybody can go home now. Is this what Death is like? It could happen any time – it does that sometimes, the ‘fatal error’ – quit all programs and try restart. If that doesn’t work, ah well, it’s just the ‘as-it-is-ness’, probably, yes, whatever.

Happy enough with the present mind state that’s free of all the tugs and pulls. Maybe it’s the meds, the all-inclusiveness of my condition; continued awareness applied to everything in the environment and engaged in the various happenings of the day. It’s really interesting to be in this pleasant rural remoteness, and So What if I’ve been trying to get a connection all day? I’m just hoping for the best, without clinging to the idea there’s a problem about that. Meanwhile, the world and everything is going along, death arrives one day…  that letting-go thing again. Falling asleep like a dark veil falls over my eyes; the transparency of a transitional state, the forgetfulness of holding on to things; an easing away somewhere…

“… How much more harmoniously the days are passing compared with those when we gave in to the slightest stimulus for interfering in the world by deed, word, emotion or thought. As if protected by invisible armour against the banalities and importunities of the outer world, one will walk through (the) days serenely and content, with an exhilarating feeling of ease and freedom. It is as if, from the unpleasant closeness of a hustling and noisy crowd, one has escaped to the silence and seclusion of a hilltop, and with a sigh of relief, is looking down on the noise and bustle below. It is the peace and happiness of detachment which will be thus experienced.” [“The Heart of Buddhist Meditation” Nyanaponika Thera]

Adapted from an older post, July 21 2012, If A Tree Falls

8 thoughts on “its as-it-is-ness

  1. ” I keep bumping into it, the present moment is all there is, and it is as it is, whether I am aware of it in its as-it-is-ness or not.”
    Simple as that.
    Sounds like its done, enlightenment fase is over, contrast is gone, sound good.
    I also live in whateverness. Spend no thought on doubting or trying to connect even more. Negative emitions are gone.
    Fall asleep every night saying “I am so joyful”.
    Just beeing. Not beeing perfect. Just beeing whatever.
    Compulsive thinking is but a memory.
    Life is not a competition.
    No one wins.
    Congratulations. Welcome.

    • I remember you from 5 years ago! We had a brief discussion on the above subject, and now there you are. Or here you are and here I am too although I am forgetful. Yes, I’m so glad to read your observations, it really is so encouraging – thank you

      • 😀
        I am glad too, to read your words about this mystery that we are experiencing.
        I had this thought in my head: “And now what?”
        I knew it wasnt good to have that kind of thought.
        But I accepted that my ego wasnt all gone. That thought was all that remained, at that time.
        Pacience, I had bad patience and I still wanted something to happen, as i seemeed.
        Then it wanished, when I engaged in life again.
        When I didnt care anymore.
        When I lived and spoke like most people.
        I am still joyful. Not afraid. Not hating. Not in my most inner space.
        But I look angry. And say radical things. Like UG Krshnamurti
        Life is a play and we are in it in some way.
        We dont know averything. But we know what is illusion. What is not.

        I remrmber you too. Good luck. In everything!!! Love to you!


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