So I’m thinking… “I am not
my thoughts” and realize that this is true but it is still a thought and
nothing more. So I try not to
think, which means I am thinking about not thinking. Dang! After a while I again have a
sense of knowing I am not my thoughts and feel slightly impressed that I may be
in touch with my Self but soon realize it’s still my mind simply thinking in a
quieter voice. I get a little
disgusted at my feeble attempts to escape my chatter when I sense something
like a smile, a pure feeling separate from my pitiful mental gymnastics, but
completely in love with them. I feel compassion, the real me I feel is
compassion completely enamored with this chattering brain and insecure creature
I experience. Perhaps a good indication of the Self is the incredible judgment
free, compassion it has for the temporal self. The feeling hangs with me for a
time flavoring my perceptions and interactions with others. I feel rather
impressed with this real me. I really fall for this person hidden behind all my
chatter. It is no small task to
learn to love your “self” warts and all with such a difficult tool as the human
mind. How much more would it be to
come to know and love the true “Self” who can never view your human experience
with anything but perfect compassion and love.
Love is
from the infinite, and will remain until eternity.
The
seeker of love escapes the chains of birth and death.
Tomorrow,
when resurrection comes,
The heart
that is not in love will fail the test.
Rumi
