Hi all, I would like to post a question / musing here, so as to not 'hog' too many topics by starting a new one every time I wish to discuss a particular issue (I'm concerned that I may have done this, as in the last week I posted two separate topics already). Ok...
There is something so sweet and appealing about 'just knowing'. Just this much is what I do most mornings; sitting with legs folded crosswise, body erect and mindfulness alert, I allow awareness to be with the breath, in and out. That's it. And when mindfulness is sufficiently established (when the mind has calmed down somewhat), I allow mindfulness to just be there, noting EVERYTHING as it arises and vanishes in the field of awareness.
And yet, such simplicity runs totally counter to almost everything I was taught about knowledge. Like many here I'm sure, I finished school, went to Uni, did a degree, and learned how to flex my intellectual muscles to a great extent. Yet many years later, it has all ended up with me now choosing the most simple thing, just this breath, as the primary object of meditation, and 'just knowing' (unattached mindfulness) as the way to true knowledge and wisdom.
There is a part of me that says, "it can't be this simple (the way to truth)! There must be more to it than just breathing in and out, to 'just knowing'!"
I feel as though I am becoming increasingly simple, that the multitude of concepts, thoughts and ideas that I once valued so highly, will inexorably become like old discarded rubbish to be blown away by the wind.
Then the Blessed One, picking up a tiny bit of dust with the tip of his fingernail, said to the monk, "There isn't even this much form...feeling...
perception...fabrications...consciousness that is constant, lasting, eternal, not subject to change, that will stay just as it is as long as eternity."