“Learn to live without self concern. For this you must know your own true being as indomitable, fearless, ever victorious. Once you know with absolute certainty that nothing can trouble you but your own imagination, you come to disregard your desires and fears, concepts and ideas, and live by truth alone.
Just realize you are dreaming a dream you call the world and stop looking for ways out. The dream is not your problem. Your problem is that you like one part of your dream and not another.
Love all or none of it, and stop complaining. When you have seen the dream as a dream, you have done all that needs to be done”.
~Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy
He who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sunrise
When the mind is free of all of its content, all of its conditioned thinking, it enters into the solitude of silence. That silence can only arise when one sees the limitations of one’s thinking. When one sees that his or her thoughts will not bring truth, peace, or freedom, there arises a natural state of silence and inner clarity. And in that silence there is a profound solitude, because one is not seeking a more advantageous relationship with thought or with the accompanying emotions that are derived by thought.
In that solitude all ideas and images are left behind, and we can intuitively orient ourselves toward the unborn and uncreated ground of being. In that ground we find our true being; and in the same manner in which our being is uncreated, it is also undying. Therefore, all that we will ever be or can be is found in our solitude (within ourselves) and is timelessly present in its fullness and completeness, now and eternally.
It is within our deepest solitude, where we take leave of every image and idea of ourselves as well as of God, that we come upon the fullness of our being. And in that fullness of being we recognize the divinity of all things and all beings, no matter how great or small. For divinity is not something earned or given, but lavishly present within all. To have the eyes to see the divinity of all beings is to bring light into this world.
So we are given this one small task: to cease being what we are not, and to be what we eternally are. Such a task would seem to be a gift of Love, but how often is it denied in favor of the blind security of conforming to the dictates of our fear and blame? If we would only see that all limitations are self-imposed and chosen out of fear, we would leap at once into the arms of grace, no matter how fierce that embrace might be.
It is Love that leads us beyond all fear and into the solitude of our being. There we find our utter aloneness because we stand free of all the false comforts of illusion and find the capacity to stand where no one else can stand for us. We are alone not because we have isolated ourselves behind an emotional defense or false transcendence, but because we are no longer held captive by either the mind or fear.
To stand alone in true solitude is to stand in the recognition of the absolute completeness and unity of all manner of existence. And from that common ground, where nothing and no one is foreign to you, your love extends across the magnitude of time and embraces the greatest and smallest of things.
The currents of air that gently lifted your long, blonde hair
and bent the grass seeds that you sat nestled in, whispered: “I love you, Jan.”
The aura of love that emanated from and surrounded your body
now emanates from and surrounds the bodies of all those you knew and loved.
The people, the horses, the sheep and rabbits—all of life, just, this Love, you are.
We each bow in recognition, bending gently to whisper in your ear: “I love you, Jan.”
The seeing you did with those strikingly pale blue eyes is done with the eyes of all—
who through their tears of grief, see as you did—so much Love.
The longing that drove you to deeply connect with others penetrated our hearts
and drove us to want to connect with and love you. For how could we not?
The blessing of your life on earth will never cease, even as your form leaves us.
We will forever be connected to you—beloved daughter, wife, mother, sibling, friend—
for your heart truly touched ours.
Your passing was, finally, peaceful after so much pain.
May your life now, beyond our limited perceptions, be all you ever dreamed of.
We love you, Jan. For how could we not?