Feeling real beauty

 

Our feelings have simply become words. Many times our feelings are not authentic, are not real. They are not coming from the source. When you look at a flower, you don't really feel that it is beautiful. But the mind says, "Oh, this is beautiful". The beauty becomes just a concept rather than a sensation happening within you, an explosion of wonder, and an explosion of beauty within you.

That innocent person of long ago simply had to observe creation to feel and experience beauty. The inner chamber could open very easily. Gratefulness and gratitude could flow rapidly, trust and faith could flower and bloom with not much effort.

Today our door in our innermost chamber is so tightly closed, we have to bang it down. Even when we trust, we trust with a doubt in it. We doubt ourselves. We do not know our own minds. We do not know how we are feeling, what is happening to us. And we have no trust or faith that the whole universe is governed by an unseen consciousness, an unseen power.

An unseen power is maintaining the orderliness in this flower, is maintaining the orderliness in the clouds, the trees, the sun, the moon and the stars. This universe is filled with life, every inch and bit of it. We are living and we see life all around us, but our trust in life is not there. It is simply not there. We don't see the Universe as a living thing.

We see only matter everywhere, objects everywhere. We want to possess more and more objects, we want every object that we don't have. In our eyes only objects appear. We don't see life, the living entity, everywhere.

It's time to enter

 

Several thousand years ago someone said, “Knock and it shall be opened unto you”. The human mind two thousand years was simple, natural, closer to the source. One needed only to knock on the door and it would open. Today the mind has become more complex, more confused. Knocking will not help. One has to bang on the door.

5000 years ago a person would not have needed to knock. He would have found an automatic door. The moment he went near the door, it would have opened. You see that in the airport. If you go near the door, it opens and makes way for you. You need not even touch the door. The state of humankind five thousand years ago was much simpler than it is now.

You have never seen the door. You are struck outside the door. You are locked out of your own home. You need to bang on your door to get into your own home.

You seem to be closing your eyes, but you have never really shut your eyes all that you are made of is from outside. Even in sleep, even in dreams, the world moves in your head because you are so deeply steeped in phenomena. Complexities have kept you away from your self, from your home. Your communication with the world is through several doors. This very body is a mansion that has many doors.

Through each door you receive and you send out. The world comes into your mind through this door and goes out through that one. Through this very pair of eyes, you see the whole world. You take the world inside you. Look at a flower. What is happening? The flower is out there, but you are capturing that inside.

When you look at people, you bring all the impressions of those people inside. You are not just sitting there in front of me. As you are, you are present in my consciousness, in my mind. It becomes imprinted.

All that you see you take in, Eyes are those doors through which the world enters into you. Ears are those doors through which the whole world enters by means of speech. The sound of a word, mango, banana, food, donkey, madness, brings all those forms through your ears into your mind. The five senses are the five doors through which the world enters into you.

Doors are beautiful. Doors are filters that we want and need. Sometimes we welcome in and sometimes we close out. In one sense our doors never close. They have no utility, serve no purpose. It is like living in open space, living beyond protection. In another sense our doors have never opened. They have never opened to our innermost self.

Our rationality has kept us out. People, when they were simple and uncomplicated, could feel things. They could feel a flower.