When you rest in quietness and your image of yourself fades, and your image of the world fades, and your ideas of others fade, what’s left? A brightness, a radiant emptiness that is simply what you are.
God, please divest me of all the beliefs I’ve ever had, which I’ve held in direct proportion to the doubt they’ve covered.
Adyashanti. Thank you, sharanam who added: “A “prayer” heard during a talk he gave last night in NYC, as he spoke about the danger of authority and the kind of knowledge which comes from anything but direct experience…these words are only pointers, that’s all they can ever be…When questioned by an audience member why he was using so many words to talk about the ineffable, he replied that indeed it’s ironic. And after relaying a great explanation a wise abbess of a Zen monastery had given him once (which I’ve now forgotten), he said that Ramana Maharshi would describe teaching as using a thorn to dig out another thorn in your flesh…it’s sometimes the best way, messy it may be!”