I had this great moment once in the ashram one day. I
was contemplating my place in The Universe, and I had been doing this all morning. Then this young Indian
girl came out of one of the meditation chambers and she was radiant. And she
just looked at me with this beautiful radiant face.
And so I said to her, “What just happened to you?” And so
she said, “I just realized; I'm not my thoughts. I'm not my thoughts.” And I
said, like, "Wow, like I’m not my thoughts either … haven’t been for
years.”
My life has changed direction, and also speed. I'm not my
thoughts any more. But I'm much, much more than just that (you know that feeling, too).
There's something else outside of me-- that holy... IS...which is existing beyond it all. But, just like Bill Clinton, I can’t
remember what “is” is.
It all reminds me of Descartes (pronounce “de-cart”
just like they do in Wisconsin when they see a golf cart going out of control
on the fairway and heading directly for them. “De cart! De cart!”)
They all shout as I try to turn the wheel away from them, and fail.
They all shout as I try to turn the wheel away from them, and fail.
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thanks for sharing..
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