Round trip Realization...
A little trip along various sources that have found themselves again as sources.

The stone cutter taken from the Tao van Pooh - Dweller on the Threshold by Van Morrison - Ithaka by K.P. Kafavis - Chinese poem - Steven Harrison - Freek de Jonge - Byron Katie - Tony Parsons - Ramesh Balsekar


Again a circular argument
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The stone cutter
Taken from the: 'Tao of Pooh', by Benjamin Hoff, translated from the Dutch edition, published by Sirrus en Siderius. (ISBN 90-6441064x).

Once there was a stonemason who was not satisfied with himself and his place in life.
On a certain day he happened to pass by a rich merchant's house and through the open door he saw many beautiful possessions and important visitors. That merchant must be very powerful, thought the stonemason. He became very jealous and wished that he could become exactly like that merchant. Then he would no longer have to lead the life of a simple stonemason.
To his great surprise he immediately became the merchant, possessor of more wealth and power than he ever could have dared to dream of, envied and detested by those not so rich as him.

But, very soon a high official came by, carried around in his trimmed with embroidery palanquin, accompanied by his followers and escorted by soldiers striking gongs. Everyone, regardless of their wealth had to bow deeply before this procession. That officer is really powerful, the stonemason thought. I wish I were a high official!
Immediately he became the high official carried around in his chair trimmed in embroidery, feared and hated by the people who had to bow as he passed by them. It was a hot summer day and the official felt ill at ease in his oppressive palanquin. He looked up at the sun. That one stood proud in the heavens. What is the sun powerful, he thought. I wish I were the sun!

Then he became the sun, that mercilessly shone down on all the people, scorched the fields and was cursed by all the farmers and country folk. But an enormous black cloud came between him and the earth, so that his light no longer shone on everything below. What is that rain cloud powerful, he thought. I only wish that I were a rain cloud!

Then he became that cloud, flooded the fields and villages and was yelled at by everyone. But very soon he noticed that he was being pushed away by an even stronger force and realized it was the wind. What is the wind powerful, he thought. I wish I were the wind!

Then he became the wind, blew tiles from the roofs, rooted up trees and was hated and feared by everyone. But after a little while he was stopped by something that would not give way, no matter how hard he blew against it: a gigantic stone that towered over everything. What is that stone powerful, he thought. I wish I were that stone! And then he became that stone, more powerful than anything on earth.

But once he stood there, he heard the sound of a hammer that was hitting a chisel into the massive rock and he felt that he was being changed. What could be more powerful than a stone, he thought. He looked down and saw there, far under in the depth, the figure of a stonemason…


Van Morrison: the musical Odysseus, no one else has expressed their search in sound in such a beautiful way, Sometimes with direct references to the non-dualistic world of ideas: Alan Watts Blues, No Guru No Method No Teacher, Hymns To the Silence, Enlightenment.

This especially for the arch doubters among us:


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Dweller On The Threshold
Van Morrison

I'm a dweller on the threshold
And I'm waiting at the door
And I'm standing in the darkness
I don't want to wait no more

I have seen without perceiving
I have been another man
Let me pierce the realm of glamour
So I know just what I am

I'm a dweller on the threshold
And I'm waiting at the door
And I'm standing in the darkness
I don't want to wait no more

Feel the angel of the present
In the mighty crystal fire
Lift me up consume my darkness
Let me travel even higher

I'm a dweller on the threshold
As I cross the burning ground
Let me go down to the water
Watch the great illusion drown

I'm a dweller on the threshold
And I'm waiting at the door
And I'm standing in the darkness
I don't want to wait no more

I'm gonna turn and face the music
The music of the spheres
Lift me up consume my darkness
When the midnight disappears

I will walk out of the darkness
And I'll walk into the light
And I'll sing the song of ages
And the dawn will end the night

I'm a dweller on the threshold
And I'm waiting at the door
And I'm standing in the darkness
I don't want to wait no more

I'm a dweller on the threshold
And I cross some burning ground
And I'll go down to the one
Let the great illusion drown

I'm a dweller on the threshold
And I'm waiting at the door
And I'm standing in the darkness
I don't want to wait no more

I'm a dweller on the threshold
Dweller on the threshold
I'm a dweller on the threshold
I'm a dweller on the threshold


About the journey of Odysseus:
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Ithaka
- K.P.Kafavis -

When you set out for Ithaka
Ask that your way be long,
Full of adventure, full of instruction.
The Laistrygonians and the Cyclops,
Angry Poseidon -- do not fear them;
Such as these you will never find
As long as your thought is lofty,
As long as a rare emotion
Touch your spirit and your body.
The Laistrygonians and the Cyclops,
Angry Poseidon -- you will not meet them
Unless you carry them in your soul,
Unless your soul raise them up before you.

Ask that your way be long,
At many a summer dawn to enter --
With what gratitude, what joy!
Ports seen for the first time;
To stop at Phoenician trading centers,
And to buy good merchandise.
Mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
And sensuous perfumes of every kind.
Buy as many sensuous perfumes as you can,
Visit many Egyptian cities
To learn and learn from those who have knowledge.

Always keep Ithaka fixed in your mind;
Your arrival there is what you are destined for.
But do not in the least hurry the journey.
Better that it last for years
So that when you reach the island you are old,
Rich with all that you have gained on the way,
Not expecting Ithaka to give you wealth.

Ithaka has given you the splendid voyage.
Without her you would never have set out,
But she has nothing more to give you.
And if you find her poor,
Ithaka has not deceived you.
So wise have you become, of such experience,
That already you will have understood
What these Ithakas mean.

- Konstantinus Kafavis (1863-1933)


a Chinese poem:
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When I was a child
trees were trees,
people people
and horses were horses.
The sky was the sky
and the sun was the sun.

When I went searching
and became spiritual,
then trees were people
people were the sun,
the sun was clouds
and clouds were water.

Now that I have found myself again
trees are again trees
and the sun is the sun
people are again people
and clouds again clouds.


'I sought enlightenment,
I studied the great philosophical traditions,
I spoke with gurus and seers,
I meditated in the Himalayas;
Nothing
brought enlightenment.
Do nothing.'
(Steven Harrison)

or:

nobody is happy
become no-body.
(Freek de Jonge)


'When you become a lover of WHAT IS, the war is over. No more decisions. I like to say: 'I am a woman without a future'. No decisions, no future. All my decisions are made for me, just as they are for you. Only mentally, in your head, there are stories that tell you that you have something to do with it.'
(Byron Katie in 'A brief Anthology of Katie's Words'.)


the person is nothing more then a shoppinglist
(Tony Parsons)


Ramesh Balsekar
Taken from :''Consciousness speaks'', published by Altamira.

'If some force or another has changed you into a seeker, don't you think it is also the responsibility of this same force to bring you to where you should be? Why are you so vehemently involved in that that? Why do you want your thirst for insight satisfied at a certain moment?'