#THE_FLEXIBLE_WHEEL_AND_THE_DARK_HORSE
_____#THE FLEXIBLE WHEEL_AND_THE_DARK_HORSE
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#NIMAN_JOURNEY
One day, a leaf on a tree began to wonder about life. It started questioning its own existence as a leaf, as well as the nature of trees and the world around it. It wanted to know if what happened to other leaves was the same as what would happen to it, and to the environment as a whole. Do all leaves detach, fall to the ground, and decompose? This is what it had seen happen to other leaves nearby.
But all the trees around were of the same kind as its own, so there was no way for it to learn about other types of trees or leaves.
Let’s call this leaf Niman—meaning “the thinker.”
As time went by, the energy keeping Niman attached to the tree weakened, but Niman’s curiosity only grew stronger. His desire was not for self-preservation but to find answers to his questions. He asked the wise leaves around him, but they had no answers; they too had been rooted in place, unable to move. Those who had moved never returned.
Eventually, Niman detached from the branch and fell to the ground, still troubled by his questions. There, he looked westward, where he had always fixed his gaze. “I see more trees in the west. That’s where I must go, that’s where my answers lie,” he thought.
But he knew it was impossible for a leaf to travel on its own. Since falling to the ground, he had watched the wind blow in various directions, but it never moved toward the place he yearned to explore. When the wind did try to shift him in other directions, he resisted, saying, “The wind’s path has no trees or leaves. Why should I go where it leads?”
Time passed, and he felt his life energy fading. Niman realized he might die without finding his answers. Then, he understood something profound: leaves can only move when they surrender to the wind or some other force pulling them. To go anywhere, they must attune to the rhythm of that force.
With this realization, Niman surrendered. He became meditative, receptive to the wind, and soon found himself lifted into the air. The wind carried him higher and higher until he could see millions of trees, animals, humans, and creations far beyond anything he had ever known. This experience made him even more open to the wind, and he began to dance in harmony with its currents.
The wind eventually brought him down close to the ground, where he saw other leaves—some freshly fallen, others decaying, and still others already merged back into the soil. Now, by direct experience, he knew that nature’s processes were fair and consistent everywhere. He finally reached the west but found only disappointment there, as the trees and leaves were just like those he had left behind.
Yet, the journey with the wind had been exhilarating, a more vibrant experience than his entire life on the tree. Though leaves cannot move on their own, he had flown over the earth, something even other living creatures seldom achieved.
All of this had been possible because he flew with the wind, because he became receptive, because he let go of his desire to visit only the west, because he embraced flexibility. In surrendering his own mind and desires, he became one with the wind, and together they moved in harmonious flow.
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A man spent all his youth chasing an appointment, but on the very day he received it, he died. As he was coming home, he was struck by a car belonging to the same company that had just signed an appointment with him.
What an unfortunate man. I call him unfortunate, not because he died on that day—after all, he was destined to die one day, even if he didn’t know when. No, he was unfortunate because, in a sense, he was never truly alive. Even while he stood, breathed, and spoke, he was only waiting to live. He believed he would start living once the appointment came through and the money started flowing.
For him, money was not a means but the ultimate goal, something he sacrificed everything for. He was never seen with a smile; he was always burdened. Now, though he is gone, the appointment has happened, and the money is here. He gave everything for it, and his tireless efforts finally paid off—but death mocks him. It is now others who did not labor that enjoy his rewards.
Live today, fully and completely, for in doing so, much will fall into place. The worries of tomorrow hinder the richness of this moment. The treasure is here, in this present moment. Tomorrow holds no such promise, for it exists only in our minds.
3_____buried potentials,______
Don’t create rigid patterns in your approach to life by insisting, “This is how I will always act.” Life is constantly changing, and there is no master key that unlocks all doors; there never will be. What proves effective today may not apply tomorrow.
Life is a display of both negative and positive experiences. To magnify the positive in life often means exaggerating the negative; when one rises, the other follows. Don’t wish for an entirely positive existence. Instead, if you understand the nuances, every moment can be a source of joy.
If you know the secret, you’ll be flexible rather than rigid. Understanding the concept of NO-MIND allows you to transcend the confines of body and mind, which can condition and limit you.
Let life unfold as it will. Be open to its possibilities; remain flexible and meditative. This conscious approach will lead you to act with consciously, and grace will follow your actions. It’s akin to having the master key you’ve always sought.
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4__AM I THE DROP OF RAIN OR THE OCEAN?__
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I Don’t Have Will Over the Will of the Universe
Every bit I find, I surrender,
As a drop of rain goes into the ocean and becomes the ocean.
I drown my ego in the ocean to merge as one with it.
In dissolving the ego, you do not lose yourself; you merely release your assumed identity and the sense of separation.
When the ego is absent, God is; oneness exists.
When the accumulated data is not in play, consciousness is; intelligence is found in experience. Hence, it is said that when you are not in your mind—experience you transcends thought—you are out of this dimension.
That which you are without the ego is your true nature.
THE ONLY WAY TO MAKE YOUR SHADOW DANCE IS BY DANCING
In the butcher's house, it is said that the body is food.
In the science lab, it is stated that all there is, is body.
The club does not bring the divine to remembrance.
Thus, go inward; go to nature; go to church; go to consecrated or holy grounds. Become familiar with the flavor of the divine.
Go to where it is said that there is more beauty and depth to life than what the surface and the periphery reveal.
And it mustn’t end there—in the church, in the temple, or in the consecrated atmosphere.
You must discover your oneness; you must melt, you must merge with the divine, with existence.
So, it doesn’t sound strange when I say that the dance between the worshiper and the worshipped is nothing more than the relationship between the body and its shadow.
The shadow worships the body, and the body worships the shadow; they continue to dance in an ever-harmonious rhythm.
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Where Did You Go?
Where did you go?
How far did you wander?
You may roam around and even venture far away from home, but whenever you are home, I am always there; we are always there.
You can always come back home.
Don’t resist it when it’s time to return; remember that wherever you’ve gone, you are only a visitor.
In those places you’ve wandered, you may perceive us as apart, different, or even as enemies. But when we are home, we are one.
You are my beloved, and I am yours; our dance and its rhythm are ever harmonious.
When you’ve arrived home, you’ll know it by this: I am always there; we are always there. I am your beloved, and you are mine; we are eternal lovers.
My mind is in my hand, a tool that must be held.
My eyes are the windows to my soul.
When I look at you, the love within me wells up to overflow; everything becomes raw and magical.
I keep losing myself in you; I forget myself whenever I look into your eyes. I go deep, traveling to a place where you and I meet as one, where we are but lovers.
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7_____Oh my universe __Oh my Beloved ____
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The birds wake up in the morning and start singing, rejoicing as the trees dance all through the night. Anytime the wind comes, like music to them, they sway to the rhythm of a melodious song. I’m talking about a bird that has no home, a bird for which even a grain of rice is not promised. What it will eat afterward is unknown, yet they continue to sing intensely, with great energy.
We are speaking of a tree that can be cut down at any moment, a tree always exposed to harsh weather conditions. Still, they find life a thing to celebrate—a sacred and profound phenomenon. They value their existence. When an attempt is made to destroy a tree, if it fails, the tree becomes more creative; it adapts to new ways of survival and becomes more capable.
The birds never doubt for a moment that the Creator is untrustworthy; hence, they continue to trust that they can spend the night anywhere. They never think that the Creator is unavailable or lacks the intelligence, love, or understanding to provide what is needed. They know that all that is necessary is already provided.
A bird needs wings to fly; those wings were provided even before it asked. The tree needs sun and water, and even before its birth, the universe has already made it rain and provided the sun, with all its energy, passionate and ever ready to give support—not that the tree ever pleaded for it.
Perhaps humans can make the mistake of giving farming tools to a professor on his way to work, but the universe never does. If it does, then it is not a mistake. Thus, if you are on your way to the office and the tools given to you by the universe are meant for farming, that is not a mistake at all. Quickly start thinking like a farmer; turn your attention toward farming, look for land, and be passionate about it. For you, it will be a natural, easy, and worthwhile endeavor because you are already prepared for it.
If you are hungry for meat but are offered plant-based food, eat the fruits, vegetables, or whatever plant-based food it is with gladness of heart. Your body will thank you for it because of the healing properties contained in plant-based foods. The universe cares about your wellness.
The universe blesses you even when you say you’ve lost it all; you have come to gain. I hope you understand me. You cannot lose it all, but if it happens that you do, then you’ve come to know freedom and mastery. You cannot die; if it happens that you do, then you’ve come to know life. This is how much the universe supports you; this is how much He/She loves you.
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Sing Till There's Only Singing
Sing until there's only singing,
Dance until there's only dancing.
Let the body keep moving;
The voices in the background are unnecessary.
Be in the flow; you know how to dance.
You know how to sing.
You are poetic;
You are artistic;
You are creative.
Just be there; be in the flow.
No, it is not your mind leading you.
When your artistic message is deep beyond the mind, dissection will fail the mind.
In fact, art is more profound when its message does not come from the mind. What does the mind know about life? How deep can it delve into it? Go to the forest, go to the wild, for there is no mind; it is pure art. You will see dynamic art; you will witness the work of intelligence beyond the mind.
It all reflects the artistic nature of the Creator,
And when you truly have the eyes to see, you cannot help but gaze and appreciate.
There is surrender in it; there is meditation in it.
Be there, and you will understand the rhythm; you will begin to flow with it. Just be there; be present.
Don’t look at the crowd.
I heard you were dancing;
I heard you were going to have your biggest concert,
So I came to watch.
But I did not find you creative. Yes, you kept the audience busy for a while, but you did not take anyone anywhere.
There was no fire in you. You were very much here, so where could you really take anyone? You were merely skimming the surface of your being.
Some people in the crowd did applaud because you sang like one of their favorite singers. Your dance moves reminded them of their favorite dancer; hence the applause.
But you may have succeeded in imitating; you may have succeeded in copying, but you did not bloom.
Your color is not yet in the rainbow when I looked.
Everyone has their unique colors, and together we create a profoundly colorful rainbow. Yet, people continue to copy, leaving the rainbow somehow incomplete and dull.
Your song,
Your voice,
Your moves,
Your color,
Are entirely from a different dimension.
We’ve never heard it; we’ve never seen it, and if you don’t share it, we will never hear it, we will never see it, we will never love it, we will never appreciate it.
When the flame is present, you won’t be concerned about money, for money is just a means. You are just a singer with the fire of singing.
You are just a dancer with the fire of dancing.
You are just a writer with the fire of writing.
If the flame is strong enough, money will come; fame will come.
Just keep the fire alive, and your soul will express itself; you’ll give us a certain vibe, a certain message.
It’s like this: while you were singing, you had transcended; your song became so hypnotizing. You had gone somewhere, and I was only listening, but I followed you there. Your song was so divine that I saw the angels dancing; I saw God before the throne dancing. This dance continues, releasing a certain fragrance, a certain energy that heals anyone who is receptive.
This happens with your art; this happens with your dance moves; this happens with your writing—whichever angle the flame is burning from, and sometimes it comes from all angles.
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9. MIND/NO MIND
When doing goes wrong,
When activity goes wrong,
When the mind goes wrong,
Remember there is a place of not doing,
A place of no activity,
A place of no mind.
But I don’t wait for something to go wrong. One who does not know how to be cannot do without becoming entangled in the process.
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10. MEDITATION
People who practice meditation with mobile apps, people who learn meditation from roadside masters, say introspection is meditation. They say focus is meditation, listening to music is meditation; they say imagination is meditation.
They claim meditation is about the object.
Meditation is dissolving objects; meditation is dissolving the mind. Therefore, I cannot agree with you.
What you call meditation is mindfulness. I say mindfulness because it is what people who practice such meditation call it.
Let’s not conflate these terms.
In mindfulness, you’ve come far to the bridge, but then you started going around the bridge. The mind is the bridge between the physical and non-physical, and all you are doing is circling around the bridge.
You’ve realized the clouds within you, but then you started playing with them; you began clinging to data and have been calling it meditation all this while. If this brings you some calmness, some tranquility, then bit by bit the answer starts unfolding; the mind begins to dissolve. When you cross the bridge, when you drop the mind, meditation happens.
You do not make meditation happen; it simply does if you no longer find interest in the clouds. It just happens when you drop the mind.
You can't control the mind with the mind; you can only do that with silence.
Mastering the mind is another term for mastering silence.
The mind is data.
In witnessing, you are a pro operator;
In witness absence, you are the data.
Hold the mind in your hand and witness it.
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Be on fire, or be ready to be set on fire.
Be receptive, and there it is, knocking.
12—THE DEAD PROVERB
The sun believed it was separate and far away from the earth,
while the butterfly loves being around the flowers yet still thinks it is not one with them.
Then truth visited—
all thoughts dissolved, and all separation was lost; the doer and the doing were nowhere to be found.
Don’t fear death; when it occurs,
it has not swallowed you; you have swallowed it.
Death has many faces; for those who fear it, it comes as an enemy.
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