The Trap

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Identification-how the mind gets trapped.

There is this winding road in the village.It goes past the local elementary school.Further down the road is the well, where the women congregate to draw water for their homes every morning.Through the green fields where the budding corn begin to weigh the plants down.Its been pouring all night.The rain really has spring cleaned the entire village.

I walk along a narrow slushy lane, to stop at a mound of clay that I see on the wayside.Images of pots and vases and urns and the likes....flood my mind...I sit down and my hands are inexorably drawn out and I start moulding the clay.....
My companion stops with me for a moment and then she continues on her walk.

You see,I'm a potter...!!!

And this IDENTIFICATION is how the mind gets trapped...!!!

When the mind {consciousness } is doesn't wrap its tentacles around any one thought..identify itself as this or that ,harden its position...and get caught in its own self created trap{mind made, if I may add...ha ha }.

It thinks what it thinks,feels what it feels,sees what it sees,doesn't get involved ,and continues on her walk...

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I am, yet I am not...

Asanga | Thu, 05/17/2012 - 02:57
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Thank you.


MAI | Fri, 05/18/2012 - 01:29