Grazing cow (with necklace), Vashisht
Realize the Undivided Mind
We often feel our everyday existence is a distraction from our spiritual
intention. When this happens, life is divided between the sacred and
mundane, and the mind pits one concept against the other. But belief shapes
reality, and if the belief is maintained that the sacred lies somewhere else
other than Now, our spiritual life will be governed by that limitation. The
truth is that the sense-of-self is not separate from the moment in which it
is arising, any more than the sense-of-self is outside the mind that it
thinks it possesses. In fact, realizing the undivided mind also heals the
dualistic notion of “me” being outside the moment.
Thursday 12th August 2010
Tricycle Daily Dharma
Yeah, so I keep wondering, “When am I going to have a spiritual experience?” It’s kind of a silly question, but then after a week in Dharamsala, where everybody goes for a spiritual experience, I was feeling a little left out. I am, after all, on the edges of the Himalaya, a spiritual place if there ever was one.
I had to remind myself today, during a walk out of Manali to the hillside village of Vashisht, that everything is practice. That is, my state of mind informs my actions and perceptions. Everything in my daily life is a part of my sobriety, just as everything can be meditative. Somewhere in my Buddhist reading was a quote to the effect that sitting to meditate is silly. So today I did a walking meditation along the highway by the River Bea, then up a twisting road to a touristy little village that looks like somethingleft over from the hippie era.
There’s a little temple in Vashisht (yes, I know it’s hard to pronounce), and well as a sulfur hot springs. I didn’t go; something about sharing a small pool of water with other people….
And then, I chickened out. I started following a group of hikers up a mountain path, but when I started dripping sweat in the humid air and my breathing problems acted up (too many years in the smog of L.A. and Chengdu) I stopped. I was wearing shorts, and I thought, what if there are snakes? Poisonous plants? Wild animals? So, I wimped out. My next trip will be the trekking trip. Promise.
Small hillside temple on the road to Vashisht
Kind of a cool hangout – The Freedom Cafe, Vashisht. Terrible coffee, though.
Temple roof in Vashisht
Cool and green – moss growing on rocks