this unlit light blog is four years old this week!
Back in 2009, I wrote on the who and why? page:
what is this?
so blatantly in my face
yet unable to be seen?
closer than my breath
yet unable to be reached?
shining through the mind
yet unable to be known?
And in my very first post – a naked lie – I made a confession about the only thing I can assert to be real and true in my life:
I know lots of stories about all manner of things, and I acknowledge that they are only the current version of complex commentaries. But I only know one thing for sure, and it’s not an ‘about’.
It’s this: Something exists here on this cushion. Something is alive here. Something is being breathed here. Something senses Life here. I refer to it as ‘I’, but I cannot claim possession of it. It is just this. Now. Here.
This is what I can call real and true. It passes my test. It has never changed one iota in this lengthening lifetime. It can’t be fragmented, measured, observed, described or denied. All that I call ‘existence’ appears within it, and cannot be separated from it. There are no words about it that are true. So I will tell a naked lie, and call it this unlit light.
In the about page my intentions for the blog were set out – and have remained unaltered:
This blog presents a mélange of comments and confessions concerning this unlit light – brighter than the light of a thousand suns – in which, right now, perception of this web page and deciphering of these words is going on.
The luminous mélange has included references by saints and sages, poets and mystics, teachers and everyday holders of wisdom – all expressing in their own unique voice, their understanding of, and love for this divine light | pristine awareness | mystical luminosity.
I seldom add any comments to these gems. It seems superfluous – they shine with radiant clarity when falling from the pockets of the wideawake. Today’s offering comes from Osho.
In haste nobody can come to know himself. It is a very, very deep awaiting. Infinite patience is needed. By and by darkness disappears. There comes a light with no source. There is no flame in it, no lamp is burning, no sun is there. A light, just like it is morning: the night has disappeared, and the sun has not risen…. Or in the evening – the twilight, when the sun has set and night has not yet descended. That’s why Hindus call their prayer time sandhya. Sandhya means twilight, light without any source.
When you move inwards you will come to the light without any source. In that light, for the first time you start understanding yourself, who you are, because you are that light. You are that twilight, that sandhya, that pure clarity, that perception, where the observer and the observed disappear, and only the light remains.
Just Like That – Copyright© OSHO International Foundation
Source – sat sangha salon – a rich resource, well worth a visit.
Image source – google images
I’m grateful to Nadia at her blog To Know Beauty for introducing me to this extract from Osho.