By Anthony Garner, zenothestoic.com (on Weltanchauung):
Sitting in the garden listening to the rain.
There may be no more to be said than that. Call it a koan if you will, or a haiku perhaps. But do not be entangled by words or definitions.
If you must subscribe to any line of thinking, let it be Eastern. I am Zen. Doing nothing.
I am the Tao. I am the Hsin Hsin Ming.
And so are we all, did we but know it.
In the quiet, I have seen my origins. I have witnessed my past and my future. In me as in all of us, there are a million, million years of history.
In meditation, it is not too fanciful to speak to your long deceased father. Or mother. Or any of the millions of things you have been in the past, or will become in the future.
I sense a life in the woods, way back in time. I witnessed my consciousness emerge from all those eons of experienced time. And somewhere a monastery, in more modern times. Always a monastery.
And I saw the way it must end. Or rather, not end. Continue.
As I sense my father in me, my son, if he cared to think about it, would sense me in him. And his mother.
A seeker eventually finds. I have found. The truth, the way, reality – call it what you will.
It is devastatingly simple and of incredible complexity.
The simple part is to be. To feel the waters and flow of time around you and to go, to drift with the gentle current.
There is no more to it than that. If you seek contentment and meaning, then accept the river, the flow and do not try to go against the stream.
If you seek complexity, you will certainly find it, but it will avail you little.
Complexity is to be found in your body and the millions of working parts which make you what you are.
Complexity is to be found in the society and economy we have created.
Let it all pass. It will do so of its own accord in time. All is change, there are no constants.
Being, that is all there is to it. Sitting in the garden and listening to the rain.
Comment by Keith:
“Your beautifully expressed experiences are very gratifying to witness. Your voice’s interpretation and communication are perfect for me. Quite an experience.
“If the Hsin Hsin Ming (mind) referred to is consciousness it echoes one of the last experiences I had in MER when I was mystified by observing the back of the body of Keith Hancock from a distance as it stood before an endless void of greyness as if about to make a final movement into it.
“I identified totally with the invisible observer of this scene and often wondered what the observer was in which the ‘I’ was so absorbed, separated from Keith Hancock. I came to recognise this observer as mind despite that conflicting with my experience the human mind as I understood it then does not exist after human death. Now I know it as consciousness. I am beginning to realise this consciousness is what exists in Reality for ever. It becomes clearer to me that consciousness is what the human journey is all about. It never ‘dies’.
Reply by Anthony Garner:
“I am astounded by the similarities between what you describe and what I felt the other day. Although I did not express it, I too felt that day that death was illusory. I too witnessed my own body, not from a physical distance as such but as separate from my mind and, in a sense, irrelevant. I recognized that it was not “me”, that I was different and in a sense, immortal. I seemed also to sense the end of my body, its death. Some sort of premonition perhaps, or maybe a realization that the body is irrelevant.
“And my consciousness seemed to extend back endlessly in time; I seemed to witness it’s past ands its constituents. Almost a past life (lives) experience. I am not sure where my “beliefs” now lie. What I do know is that I feel a very different person.
“Thank you for sharing that with me Keith. It is gratifying to know that others have experienced similar and equally strange visions of what is or what may be.
SEE OTHER COMMENTS ON this post on zenothestoic.com (on Weltanchauung) for very interesting comments by other Anthony’s followers (including two of ours!).