A Moment of Presence

[Rorey]

This is an item that finished on the bottom of my first blog but which I didn't want to get totally buried.

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It is 5.15am in Australia. There is a beautiful full moon outside my window. I’d say I’ve been woken up by life because I went to bed last night tired, and at 4.00am I am wide awake, no trace of tiredness and I realise I’ve been woken because there is something I have to do.

It’s still dark as I sit down to write and the first calls of birdsong have just started. In the first bird I can hear within the beauty of her call, the capacity to sing beautiful melodic cascades, but I am touched by the poignant simplicity of her call as she breaks the silence of the darkness. Together, both are filled with beauty . Gradually now there are a few more calls including a character with his own raucous call and original beauty.

There is the distant primeval roar of a big surf down on the beach. I have the knowledge that I am profoundly intelligent at present and it has the same simplicity as the bird call in the midst of nothing. An impossibly sweet sense and knowledge able to be seen so clearly because it is appearing in the vastness of nothing. This type of intelligence is what inspires Haiku poetry but even as that, it has moved too far, and started to become ignorance because it has started to reflect off its own profundity. This state is beyond that, it is intelligence now, as knowledge but no reflection.

Whether you believe in God or not , there is such a profound unity and rightness in which everything is contained in this vast implicit moment of knowledge, now, that the only right words I know for it are the mind of God or intelligence , and behind that only the intellect.

I am being– and it is being me.


I cannot say too much more than that about this state, even right now, because then it becomes something which is exactly what it is not. And that is the eternal difficulty for our human intelligence down through the ages.

I have to get up and go to the toilet, my stomach is rumbling and so I’ll have a bowl of cereal (with soy milk of course –you see I am very spiritual ) Welcome human being to these two worlds you have to maintain presence in to be able to have a sense of wholeness, purpose or innate integrity. The unmanifest stillness, and your ordinary life.

I am ordinary man speaking honestly and looking into the depths of my intellect while I do. The above writing is not some carefully crafted sophistry generated by my thoughts, religious concepts or what someone else told me to represent what I want you to see, or how I want things to be. It is the total opposite.

I just sat, seeing what was within and without me and the significance of it.

[Lizard (aka, Butthead)]

I get those feelings at times too! It is awesome and calming!

[Bryan Hutchinson]

Sounds like a very beautiful place.

[Hiking Junkie]

Cool Rorey. I am not certain that I know how you felt at the moment. But I think I can relate to your thoughts. I get "lost" thinking about things sometimes and end up in this empty but full place that I don't "know" well enough to label or describe.
Sounds sorta Tao, or sorta Buddhist to me in a way even though I am aware you don't label it. Anyway, just how I interpret your blog here. :) Thanks for sharing.