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Meditating on... Meditation


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Sat, 29 Jul 2017 #1
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Meditation is probably the key- not only to the understanding of the K Teachings, but also to any experiential aproach of knowing ourselves.
Now, since in his 60 + years of public talking & writing, K went pretty thoroughly into what is not - in his view- an authentic Meditation ( an effort based on self-centred will, the following a preset 'system', repeating prayers or mantras, ans so on) we won't waste any time with this 'negative' aspect. Rather, we'll try to stay focussed on K's experiential clues of what Meditation really is .

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Sat, 29 Jul 2017 #2
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Here's a beautiful description of K's spontaneous Meditations (from his Commentaries on Living- cca 1955) . Clue: it has a lot to do with total sensitivity & attention

THIS LANE WENT down to the sea from the wide, well-lit road, passing between the garden walls of many rich houses. It was quiet there, for the walls seemed to shut out the noise of the town. The lane curved in and out a great deal, and on the white walls the shadows danced when the breeze stirred in the trees. The breeze was laden with many odors: the tang of the sea, the smell of the evening meal, the perfume of jasmine, and the fumes of exhaust. Now it was coming from the sea, and there was a strange intensity. A large white flower was growing in the dark soil beside the path, and the evening was full of its fragrance. The path continued downward, and there was no one on the road. Gradually the intensity grew. It was not induced by the quietness of the evening, or the starlit sky, or the fragrance of the passing breeze; but all these things were within that intensity (of total attention?) . There was only an intensity (of being ?) , simple and clear, without the whisper of a promise. It was so strong that the body was momentarily incapable of any movement. All the senses had a heightened sensitivity. The 'mind'- that strange and complex thing- was drained of all thought and so was completely awake; it was a 'light' in which there was no shadow. One’s whole being was aflame with an intensity that consumed the movement of (thought &) time and in that flame the noise of a passing bus and the perfume of the white flower were consumed. Sound and fragrance wove into each other, but were two distinct, separate flames. Without a tremor, and without the 'watcher', the mind was aware of this timeless intensity; it was itself the flame, clear, intense, innocent.

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Sat, 12 Aug 2017 #3
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Here's an unusually explicit K Meditation 'recycled' from his Commentaries on Living

In a small, sunken garden by the roadside there were quantities of bright flowers. Among the leaves of a tree in that garden a crow was shading itself from the midday sun. It was calling or answering other crows, and within a period of ten minutes there were five or six different notes in its cawing. It had extraordinary eyes which were never still, it was completely at rest and yet completely alive. It was strange how one's mind was (communing?) totally with that bird. It was with the bird as the sea is with the fish; the sharp, aggressive and frightened mind of the crow was part of the Mind that spanned the seas and time. This Mind was vast, limitless, beyond all measure, and yet it was aware of the slightest movement of the eyes of that black crow among the new, sparkling leaves. It was aware of the falling petals, but it had no ( self-centred) focus of attention, no point from which to attend. Unlike ( the physical) space which has always some 'thing' in it - a particle of dust, the earth, or the heavens – ( it's inner Space?) was wholly empty, and being empty it could 'attend' without a cause. All ( one's?) energy was in that empty stillness. It was not the energy that is built up with intent, and which is soon dissipated when the pressure is taken away. It was the energy of all beginning; it was life that had no time as ending.

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Sun, 13 Aug 2017 #4
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More recycled Meditations from the Commentaries on Living

It was a strange silence. There was not a ‘before' or an 'after’ in this ( deep sense of ?) silence with its penetrating intensity. It was not the hem of silence, but the very being of it, and it wiped out all thought, all action. The mind felt this measureless silence and itself became silent - or rather it moved into that silence without the resistance of its own activity. Thought was not evaluating or accepting silence, but it was itself (part of this ) silence.

Meditation was effortless. There was no ( self-conscious) 'meditator' , no thought pursuing an end; therefore silence was meditation. This silence had its own movement, and it was penetrating into the depths, into every corner of the mind. Silence had planted its seed in the very heart of the mind, and though the cocks were heralding the dawn, this ( timeless ?) silence would never end. The sun was now coming up beyond the hills; long shadows lay across the earth, and the ( meditating mind & ?) heart would follow them all day.

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The valley was in solitude and so were the trees. This sense of solitude, this all-oneness was related to everything, part of all things. You were not aware that 'you' were alone , for there was the (living presence of the?) trees, the rocks, the murmuring water. You are only aware of your 'loneliness', not of your solitude; but when you are ( becoming self-conscious?) of your solitude, you have become lonely. The hills, the streams, that man passing by, were all part of this 'solitude' ( 'all-oneness'?) whose purity held all impurity within itself, and was not soiled by it. But impurity could not share this solitude. It is impurity that knows loneliness, that is burdened with sorrow and pain of daily existence.

Sitting there under the tree, with large ants crossing your leg, in that measureless solitude there was the movement of timeless ages. It wasn’t a space-covering movement, but an ( enlightened ?) movement within itself, a flame within the flame, a light within the emptiness of light. It was an ('eternal journey' ?) movement that would never stop, for it had no beginning and no cause to end. It was a movement that had no direction, and so it covered all space.
Under that tree, time stood still and this movement ( of All-Oneness?) covered it and went beyond it; so ( thought-)time could never overtake this movement. The mind could never touch the hem of it; but the mind 'was' (included in?) this movement. The 'watcher' could not race with it, for he was able only to follow his own ( mental ) shadow and the words that clothed it. But under that tree, in that aloneness, the 'watcher' and his shadow were not (around ?)

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