Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Falling into Grace

A beautiful, thought inspiring passage from Adyashanti's Falling into Grace.


The great spiritual teacher Krishnamurti once said,

“When you teach a child that a bird is named ‘bird,’ the

child will never see the bird again.” What they’ll see is the

word “bird.” That’s what they’ll see and feel, and when

they look up in the sky and see that strange, winged being

take flight, they’ll forget that what is actually there is a

great mystery. They’ll forget that they really don’t know

what it is. They’ll forget that that thing flying through

the sky is beyond all words, that it’s an expression of the

immensity of life. It’s actually an extraordinary and wondrous

thing that flies through the sky. But as soon as we

name it, we think we know what it is. We see “bird,” and

we almost discount it. A “bird,” “cat,” “dog,” “human,”

“cup,” “chair,” “house,” “forest”—all of these things have

been given names, and all of these things lose some of

their natural aliveness once we name them. Of course

we need to learn these names and form concepts around

them, but if we start to believe that these names and all

of the concepts we form around them are real, then we’ve

begun the journey of becoming entranced by the world

of ideas.


The capacity to think and utilize language has a shadow

side that, if left unattended and used in an unwise way, can

cause us to suffer and experience unnecessary conflict with

one other. Because after all, that’s what thought does: It

separates. It classifies. It names. It divides. It explains. Again,

thought and language have a very useful aspect and they are

therefore very necessary things to develop. Evolution has

worked very hard to make sure that we have the capacity to

think coherently and rationally, or, in other words, to think

in ways that will ensure our survival. But when we look back

upon the world, we see that the very thing that has evolved

to help us survive has also become a form of imprisonment

for us. We’ve become trapped in a world of dreams, a world

in which we live primarily in our minds.


This is the dream world that is addressed by many

ancient spiritual teachings. When many of the old saints

and sages say, “Your world is a dream. You’re living in an

illusion,” they’re referring to this world of the mind and

the way we believe our thoughts about reality. When we

see the world through our thoughts, we stop experiencing

life as it really is and others as they really are. When I have

a thought about you, that’s something I’ve created. I’ve

turned you into an idea. In a certain sense, if I have an

idea about you that I believe, I’ve degraded you. I’ve made

you into something very small. This is the way of human

beings, this is what we do to each other.


Wow...

Peace and love, Krista


 

3 comments:

  1. Oh yeah. Absolutely.

    My favorite question to ask people to think about is what is The One Thing that most, if not all, arguably, religions have in common? (Many people refuse to even think about the fact that all religions might have something in common - that's due to what you have posted above.)

    Answer? A higher power of some sort.

    The fact that the higher power is given a different name/label according to who is doing the interpreting shouldn't make any more difference than if a creature is called "bird" in one language and "pajaro" in another.

    It is what it is no matter (and in spite of) the label slapped upon it.

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  2. We objectify things with language and cultural customs and lose the wonder in the flat word. Everything is subjective, has your personal definition. Animals know everything personally and yet communicate well enough to survive.

    God, love, empathy - we are here not to speak them but to experience them.

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  3. When Noah was learning to speak I would take him around to the farm animals and say "What's that?" For the longest time he would mimic the sounds they made, but not make the slightest attempt to name them. I always got a huge giggle when we would look at the quiet rabbits--Noah's eyes would open wide and he would scrunch up his face and try to wiggle his nose. I was so anxious for words that I nearly missed grasping this big piece of joy without them.
    I love words, but there is definitely a dark underbelly to languaguage. I so agree that name you slap on it doesn't change what it is and that the experience is what matters. I think this one of the huge problems of religion. People put tie their beliefs to a word or a handfullof words abstracted across time from all context. They think their view is the only true interpretation of the word/s. Faith is attached to the word and nobody bothers with the experience or they have no time for the experience because too much time is spent battling for rightness in interpretation.-Krista (Dang, Blogger!)

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