Invisibility
I’ve been giving consideration to Rimpoche’s report of feeling invisible when she is thoroughly enjoying her body. I’m guessing this is like Tolle’s referring to the “inner body”, which to my mind is another way of saying non-separation. Tolle describes it as not “really the body anymore but life energy, the bridge between form and formlessness.”
“When you are in touch with the inner body, you are not identified with your body anymore, nor are you identified with your mind....you are no longer identified with form but moving away from form-identification toward formlessness, which we also call Being. It is your essence identity.”
I think this is what Rimpoche means when she says it feels good to be Cat from the inside out.
This business of form and formlessness is tricky. Here we are, embodied, with a mind that tends to believe it knows best. Mind wants to show “me” formlessness, but does it through form-identification. It is so cute, so eager, so excited about Life it wants to be sure I track every second by creating a story around what is happening.
When I was younger, I would often feel dismay in a library or bookstore--how could I ever have the time to read and understand all the knowledge contained in one small room, let alone a large building? These days I sometimes feel dismay in such places, but for an entirely different reason--how sad to think of all the minds focussed on acquiring knowledge through reading in the pursuit of happiness when everything we need is already right here.
Instead of “A mind is a terrible thing to waste” I think closer to the truth is, “A mind is a sad thing to believe.” Not to diss the mind--it has many uses, including putting these words together to be shared with others. It is just a little overrated, as I think Rimpoche would agree. And I agree with her that we have a lot to learn by focussing on the loving, sensuous body from the inside out, by learning to be invisible.
I like too that this gives the mind a chance to deeply rest. It’s been working very hard trying to protect Life. Time for the leisure of retirement.
“When you are in touch with the inner body, you are not identified with your body anymore, nor are you identified with your mind....you are no longer identified with form but moving away from form-identification toward formlessness, which we also call Being. It is your essence identity.”
I think this is what Rimpoche means when she says it feels good to be Cat from the inside out.
This business of form and formlessness is tricky. Here we are, embodied, with a mind that tends to believe it knows best. Mind wants to show “me” formlessness, but does it through form-identification. It is so cute, so eager, so excited about Life it wants to be sure I track every second by creating a story around what is happening.
When I was younger, I would often feel dismay in a library or bookstore--how could I ever have the time to read and understand all the knowledge contained in one small room, let alone a large building? These days I sometimes feel dismay in such places, but for an entirely different reason--how sad to think of all the minds focussed on acquiring knowledge through reading in the pursuit of happiness when everything we need is already right here.
Instead of “A mind is a terrible thing to waste” I think closer to the truth is, “A mind is a sad thing to believe.” Not to diss the mind--it has many uses, including putting these words together to be shared with others. It is just a little overrated, as I think Rimpoche would agree. And I agree with her that we have a lot to learn by focussing on the loving, sensuous body from the inside out, by learning to be invisible.
I like too that this gives the mind a chance to deeply rest. It’s been working very hard trying to protect Life. Time for the leisure of retirement.
posted by Forgive the Dream at 6:22 AM
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