This evening as i was walking in the streets of Leiden, i saw a couple with their son, who sat on his father’s shoulders. As i looked at the boy – and him looking back at me – i could see his peaceful face looking at the world and his body relaxed, making just the necessary effort to sit and keep sat.
That sight woke up an old memory – that of being the child, of about 4 years old, trusting completely the world which seemed to be upheld by mother and father. In being this child there was so much trust, peace and simple love, the mind is free from false ideas about being this or that, for being speaks for itself, it is self-evident. Of course many ideas, images, and feelings arise but they come and go, they are just there for a moment, they are not important.
At some point it is taught that there is danger, an incoming separation which apparently happens one day when mother and father are left behind. But is it really so? Does it need to be so forever? Is the innocence and trust of the child an ‘abheration’? Is it ignorance? Doesn’t the child then demonstrates more faith in Life than the adult who (mentally) has broken it down in little bits in an attempt to get control over it? Is Life after all not the ultimate mother-father? Is this apparent separation process not merely an expression or means of transmitting patterns of survival? And when these are acquired, is it necessary then to keep fearing? Are the body and its habits not able to care for itself? Just as all of Nature is caring for itself?
When i sat then there was a feeling of being just ‘this’, knowing the other and perhaps myself as the Source, the Mother. Why bother making a World with these things and those things, with past and future? There arose questions, sometimes an idea that ‘i am’ but these did not wake any interest. Being interested in such things was less strong than the sensation of simply Being and trust installed at the moment.
That sight woke up an old memory – that of being the child, of about 4 years old, trusting completely the world which seemed to be upheld by mother and father. In being this child there was so much trust, peace and simple love, the mind is free from false ideas about being this or that, for being speaks for itself, it is self-evident. Of course many ideas, images, and feelings arise but they come and go, they are just there for a moment, they are not important.
At some point it is taught that there is danger, an incoming separation which apparently happens one day when mother and father are left behind. But is it really so? Does it need to be so forever? Is the innocence and trust of the child an ‘abheration’? Is it ignorance? Doesn’t the child then demonstrates more faith in Life than the adult who (mentally) has broken it down in little bits in an attempt to get control over it? Is Life after all not the ultimate mother-father? Is this apparent separation process not merely an expression or means of transmitting patterns of survival? And when these are acquired, is it necessary then to keep fearing? Are the body and its habits not able to care for itself? Just as all of Nature is caring for itself?
When i sat then there was a feeling of being just ‘this’, knowing the other and perhaps myself as the Source, the Mother. Why bother making a World with these things and those things, with past and future? There arose questions, sometimes an idea that ‘i am’ but these did not wake any interest. Being interested in such things was less strong than the sensation of simply Being and trust installed at the moment.
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