this stillness is known as Love
The little stream flowed out from the mountainside pool, down the through the woods, around boulders, over and under tree roots. Sometimes she disappeared into moss laden crevices to reemerge a little further down; she was the secret life of the mountain – consort, friend, mother, child to life. Her playful flow sang songs of trickling, rushing, falling, whispered of ancient subterranean aquifers. Dappled light slipping through the leaves of a paw paw tree sparkled against the wet moss in an audacious green whose beauty enhanced the Silence of mind.
Awareness, unconditioned, does not become consciousness. It does not become the numbness of territory, achievement, the noise of concepts. Mind without center or circumference is Silence and in that Silence body is allowed a tremendous sensitivity normally numbed by mind’s confusions. Awareness, without that illusion of location called ‘self,’ is an expanse of freedom where appearance is known in luminous joy. This is beyond meditation or distraction, and within its wonderment all appearances indicate only simplicity and freedom rather than imply the bondage of subject and object. In this freedom, body comes to know its natural meaning, purpose.
Human life, lived rightly, finds meaning in joyous obligation; a being obligation debt to serve the maintenance of the earth – to be stewards of truth, beauty, and goodness. The human organism - body, brain, feeling - is designed to function with fantastic tender-hearted understanding so that its actions spontaneously enhance and enliven appearance. When mind becomes confused, dull, destructively indifferent due to ignorance, then deep and abiding joy is replaced by the aggression of fun seeking, mind’s inherent Silence is replaced by the chatter of conceptuality, and the affection of the divine is replaced by desire’s addictive grasping.
The stream built momentum as it tumbled down the mountainside, cavorting in an intimate play with stone and earth. When mind has gone to wisdom bliss, then Silence perceives through body, and what is known in that perception is a luminous emptiness of perfection beyond the contrivances of human concepts. Here in the deep forest, the body enjoys the absence of human concern. The leaves weave a canopy of sublime complexity, light riddles through them onto the forest floor illuminating a tiny beetle busy with its work. A stillness wherein there is no distance fills the world and this stillness is known as Love.