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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger
...when the face of ever-presence is known,
all concreteness spontaneously fades away.
Love that line!
There is a lot being explored in this wisdom poem...
In so many ways the "vivid appearance of the external world" can become a trap for the distracted mind. Through the intensity of contact we get caught in constant reaction, running after pleasure, running from pain.
But this poem reminds us that such experiences are not inherently 'real.' It is not so much that things are unreal; rather, we tend not to see reality directly and, instead, see our own mental reproduction of reality. It is like looking at "paintings of real things" without realizing it.
This vivid appearance of the external world,
though not a self-projected image,
through the play of fluctuating thought and mind,
appears as paintings of real things.
What we call "experience" is really a story we tell ourselves, a story reflexively created by "fluctuating thought and mind" when it reaches out and touches an object that it perceives to be outside of itself. "Experience" is a mental overlay, and not the thing or event itself.
In the truly natural state, the awareness is at rest, perceiving without tension, encountering reality without an overlay of stories, without attraction or repulsion. In that pure awareness, life becomes a flow of events and interaction, not pushed by the self-will of likes and dislikes. We no longer imagine, "I have done this" or "I have experienced that." We are simply as we are, in our pure state. Actions are done, but we do not do them. Events still occur, but they don't happen to us, they simply unfold. We are no longer addicted to the "hide and seek" of life experience; its "waning and waxing" is simply its natural flow.
Then we become like the sun, illuminating and beautifying "without conceit." We are rainbows, not obsessed by our "attractive costumes," yet beautiful nonetheless. And like the honey bee, the "little tiger", we are fiercely true to our nature, gathering nectar, not because we are addicted to its sweetness, but because that is what is in our nature to do.
The honey bee, a little tiger,
is not addicted to the taste of sugar;
his nature is to extract the juice
from the sweet lotus flower!
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