Spelare wrote: ↑Mon Jan 01, 2018 2:47 am
muni wrote: ↑Sat Dec 30, 2017 8:31 pm
Malcolm wrote: ↑Sat Dec 30, 2017 8:27 pm
Sure you did:
Ah! Is a gap.
Dharmakaya cannot be revealed by being caught up in thinking.
Milarepa: “In the gap between two thoughts, thought-free wakefulness manifest unceasingly.”
“All movement of thought is the play of original wakefulness".
"The essence of what thinks is dharmakaya. The thinking itself is not dharmakaya”. Chokyi Nyima Rinpoche
This phrasing could give the impression that a gap between thoughts is some kind of prerequisite for recognizing dharmakaya. If you were searching for the sky, you could wait for the clouds to pass, or for a gap between two clouds to open up. But are the clouds something other than the sky? And does the sky have to appear clear and blue in order for it to be the sky, or is it still the sky regardless of the weather and lighting conditions at a given moment?
Does dharmakaya disappear when there are thoughts and reappear when they are absent? Where did those thoughts come from? Where do they arise? What are they made of?
Thank you, as I hadn't seen it so. Is Chokyi Nyinma Rinpoche not just saying what you explain? “All movement of thought is the play of original wakefulness".
The reason for the gap of Milarepa is to at least not being caught up into thinking. Like perhaps as well the exclamation PHAT! Being caught up in concepts (distraction) or grasping experience, is of no help.
Recognizing thoughts are inseparable clarity or free play. But being caught up in conceptual thinking dharmakaya remains hidden.
When recognized, thoughts do not stain at all neither make it more clear.
Precious masters are Dharmakaya, inviting us into same Nature. They are not caught up in thinking, creating dreamlike realities ( distraction).
Thoughts can be used, without being confused or dragged away in them, and so not then creating the dreamlike reality where we live in.
Jetsunma Tenzin Palmo said : “we are on the river bank, looking at the river flowing”. Not sure this makes sense.
What are they made of?
Stones, my dear.
all free like this blah blah.