Sublime

Sensation is singular. It is alive. It is just here — not any distance from an imagined center of self. Aliveness is here.

At Ojai, in April, four hour-long discussions took place on ‘The Nature of the Mind’ between K, David Bohm, Dr John Hidley, a psychiatrist in private practice in Ojai, and Rupert Sheldrake, who was at that time a consultant to the International Crops Institute in Hyderabad. These discussions, video taped in colour, had been sponsored by the Robert

just rest as awareness itself. You are that pure presence, existence. You are the experiencing of it. Rest in that.

Me, little Johnny or anyone else who continues to identify with the body-mind, will never wake up or get it. “I, little Johnny” is the veil, the cloud, a figment of imagination.

There is a singular piece of rhyme, traditional among sailors, which they say over such pieces of beef. I do not know that it ever appeared in print before. When seated round the kid, if a particularly bad piece is found, one of them takes it up, and addressing it, repeats these lines: "Old horse! old horse! what brought you here?" —"From Sacarap

But dhyana as the mental state of the liberated or awakened man is naturally free from the confusion of conventional entities with reality. Our intellectual discomfort in trying to conceive knowing without a distinct “someone” who knows and a distinct “something” which is known, is like the discomfort of arriving at a formal dinner in pajamas. The

Shunryu Suzuki addressed the assembly, “Each one of you is perfect the way you are and you can use a little improvement.”