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Mind Itself Is A Vast Expanse, The Realm Of Unchanging Space

Mind itself is a vast expanse, the realm of unchanging space. 

Its indeterminate display is the expanse of the magical expression of its responsiveness.

Everything is the adornment of basic space and nothing else.

Outwardly and inwardly, things proliferating and resolving are the dynamic energy of awakened mind.

Because this is nothing whatsoever yet arises as anything at all,

from The Precious Treasury of the Basic Space of Phenomenon – Longchen Rabjam (Longchenpa)
Padma Publishing, 2001
Longchenpa who wrote Mind Itself Is A Vast Expanse, The Realm Of Unchanging Space
Longchenpa

This amazing ‘is-ness’, so very hard to express in words, just so, just this way, just …. 

How vast is mind, this spacious ‘nothingness’, which nurtures and embraces its myriad expressive displays.

So utterly pure, still and silent, endlessly vast, unborn and unchanging. Far beyond words, far beyond concepts, no wonder people say things like ‘god’, ‘shiva’, ‘self’, ‘brahman’, trying to say the unsayable.

Longchenpa points to the basic space – Dharmadhatu – the ‘realm’ which is the deepest nature of how life presents, of our mind, of experience. Utterly still and pure, untarnished and natural, so utterly beyond and transcendent.

When we open to this basic space, it is stunning in its purity, and remains utterly unperturbed by the magical display. Words can’t begin to capture how beyond it is. This field about which you really can’t say anything – why am I then trying and fumbling? As I write, all words fail, yet I write them nevertheless.

Yet there seems to ‘also’ be an endless display, what we call experience – for most of us how we know we are alive and so-called awake. Thoughts come and go, sensations come and go, emotions and feelings – arising and ceasing. An endless flow. 

When the basic space is in view, this flow of life, of experience seems like a truly magical display, a magic show with irrepressible expression, coming from nowhere, nowhere when there, and nowhere when subsiding again. As Longchenpa says, proliferating and resolving, inwardly and out, just the dynamic energy or expression of awakened mind. 

How marvelous this utterly still, pure, unchanging space expressing itself as an endless display, a conjuring trick of ungraspable expression!

How more wondrous still that the display is not different from the unchanging space, the space not different from the magical display! Nondual.

This Dharmadhatu is empty, so it can manifest as anything at all – empty yet full.

Yet what seems to appear is utterly groundless, utterly ungraspable, utterly beyond holding. Basic space adorned with its own nature. Shiva and Shakti.

Such a reasonable question – why does it endlessly express? Yet such a idiocy to ask!

Responsive, expressive, creative.

This entrancing dream which so often we are lost in, in illusions of self and other, of this and that, of now and then.

Dance on this magical display, where nothing really happens, where space plays as things appearing in time. My words utterly missing the mark.

Basic space.

Expression.

How marvelous!

Empty-Handed I Entered The World – Kozan Ichikyo

There’s nothing to add to this Jisei (death poem). So profound.

Empty-handed I entered the world

Barefoot I leave it.

My coming, my going —

Two simple happenings

That got entangled.

Kozan Ichikyo
from Japanese Death Poems Written by Zen Monks and Haiku Poets on the Verge of Death, by Yoel Hoffman
Dandelion seeds blowing in the wind - reflections on Empty-Handed I Entered The World by Kozan Ichikyo
Dandelion seeds blowing in the wind

Some, Who Have Closed Their Eyes – Lal Ded

For some reason the bhakti poetry of Lal Ded, (also known as Lalla and as Lalleshwari), always resonates deep in my heart.

Some, who have closed their eyes, are wide awake.

Some, who look out at the world, are fast asleep. 

Some who bathe in sacred pools remain dirty. 

Some are at home in the world but keep their hands clean.

Lal Ded
from I, Lalla: The Poems Of Lal Ded (Penguin Classics) – Ranjit Hoskote.
Bhakti poetry of Lal Ded - Lalla - Lalleshwari. Some, Who Have Closed Their Eyes
Lal Ded

It speaks to me of this mysterious relationship between appearances and the unborn. In particular, of how appearances operate at their level, and yet this naked awareness remains untarnished by anything that arises. Karma (and a myriad other explanations) serves to explain how ‘this’ impacts ‘that’, how the endless appearances impact on each other, how choices impact on experiences. What appears is not random, but has some relation to what arose previously. 

Over years of practice we develop a keen sense of this chain of conditions – dependent origination in the Buddhist tradition. In years of Theravada practice I saw each element arise in dependence on the last, each more subtle than the last, until experience itself dropped away – cessation / nirodha samapatti. Then watched the system (of mind) boot up afresh, with dependent origination mapping each element in turn.

Yet resting in non-dual awareness, this naked, empty pristine knowingness – there’s nothing really there. Nothing remotely tangible. Appearances seem to arise. Dream like. Like a mirage. A shadowplay. Illusory. It’s so clear why those metaphors are used. Yet the metaphors barely hint that just how transparent experience is, and how it never remotely leaves the unborn, empty, spacelike awareness, that is so far beyond appearing, so far beyond time and space, so far beyond any description whatsoever. 

Rest in that pristine purity beyond arising, and clearly nothing is there, nothing at all is happening, nothing remotely causal takes place ‘there’. It remains beyond all, beyond all description, beyond time and space.

And yet. And yet!

Self-arising, self-liberating appearances

These dreamlike appearances dance and express, and weave mysterious patterns of ebb and flow. Of this and that. And somehow it coheres, in its own way. The story without a storyteller weaves its magic, and it feels like it’s the way it is, the way it must be. Perfectly this way. The Great Perfection.

Utterly still and silent. Timeless.

Yet perfectly cohering appearances, flowing ever onwards. Self-arising. Self-liberating. 

Yet even with the teachings around choices impacting experiences – look deeply, and where is the choice? Just a magical display, that adorns this naked awareness. Where I appear to make a choice, it happens after the fact, like a postscript … a writer who can’t keep up with the story that unfurls.

As Lal Ded points to the relation between this endless dreamlike display, and the utterly indescribable emptiness which births and embraces it in its vastness – how mysterious it is, yet how perfectly just so it is.

Lal Ded was a 14th century mystic in the Nondual Shiva Tantra tradition (which is also known as Kashmir Shaivism). I’d heartily recommend Ranjit Hoskote’s book referenced above, with its beautiful translations of her songs.

Interpretation of Some, Who Have Closed Their Eyes - Lal Ded
Interpretation of Some, Who Have Closed Their Eyes – Lal Ded

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