Who says yogi can’t lift, run, bike and swim? Rock IT Your Way !
誰說瑜珈者不可以舉重,跑步,遊泳,騎腳踏車?Rock IT Your Way !
Interesting Read from Jed McKenna, it makes you think :
“Alternative people have convinced themselves that they have escaped from incarceration when they have merely burrowed from one cell into another and labeled the new one Freedom. In this prison of ego, world-view and cell decor are synonymous. Many live in perpetual dissatisfaction with their cell and seek remedy by introducing new and exciting decorative touches; a swatch of Buddhism here, a dab of Sufism there, a little mystic poetry to brighten the drab corner, and may be a little Native American splash to give it some local color. Always shopping, always looking for that perfect thing to fill that empty space, finding it and then growing tired of it and returning to the search. This chronic urge to spruce up one's surrounding provides the lifeblood of the spiritual marketplace, which is, at all levels, nothing more than a prison cell design boutique. Whatever you're in the market for Christian Gothic, New Age Eclectic, or Apocalyptic Chic, they've got what you're looking for.
For many spiritual people, spirituality is a walk in the park on a sunny day, bubbling with pretty notions of peace on earth and good will toward men. It's softcore spirituality, full of soft focus and soft lighting and soft music, everything soft and fluffy, all moving towards some earthshaking climax that never seems to materialize. Anyone involved in the actual process of awakening would view such frivolity the way men on a bloody battlefield view children playing war in backyards. You talk about a revolution, but revolutions aren't like afternoon tea parties with fine china and extended pinkies - they're hellish nightmares from which you can't wake up. Real spirituality is a savage insurrection, the oppressed rising up in a do-or-die bid for freedom. It's not something people do to improve themselves or earn merit or impress friends or to find greater joy and meaning in life. It's a suicidal assault on a foe of unimaginable superiority. Like David and Goliath. Our Goliath is large and powerful and cunning and all-seeing. Our David is puny and weak and stupid and blind. He has no advantage in this fight whatsoever, except the heart to fight and his rock. We can think of the rock as truth, and truth is the giant-killer. Truth destroys everything. Goliath has every power and advantage except truth, and that's why we can fight and win; we have truth and Maya doesn't. Still, it's not a one-shot deal where David throws the rock and Goliath tips over dead. It's a long, ugly struggle because we are both friend and foe; David and Goliath reside within. Every inch of ground takes everything we have. Lessons aren't delivered as quaint little parables and allegories, but as irreparable losses; lesson after lesson, loss after loss. Every step is a loss and as long as there's more to lose, there are more steps to take. Everything is lost. Nothing is gained.
Alternative people have convinced themselves that they have escaped from incarceration when they have merely burrowed from one cell into another and labeled the new one Freedom. In this prison of ego, world-view and cell decor are synonymous. Many live in perpetual dissatisfaction with their cell and seek remedy by introducing new and exciting decorative touches; a swatch of Buddhism here, a dab of Sufism there, a little mystic poetry to brighten the drab corner, and may be a little Native American splash to give it some local color. Always shopping, always looking for that perfect thing to fill that empty space, finding it and then growing tired of it and returning to the search. This chronic urge to spruce up one's surrounding provides the lifeblood of the spiritual marketplace, which is, at all levels, nothing more than a prison cell design boutique. Whatever you're in the market for Christian Gothic, New Age Eclectic, or Apocalyptic Chic, they've got what you're looking for."
“不要尋找開悟，因為它無法被找到
開悟無法被找到，因為它無法遺失
開悟無法遺失，因為它與尋找者別無兩樣
矛盾之處在於沒有矛盾
這不是最豈有此理的事嗎？" Jed McKenna
Enlightenment is closer than your skin,
more immediate than your next breath,
and forever beyond your reach.
It need not be sought because it cannot be found.
It cannot be found because it cannot be lost.
It cannot be lost because it is not other than that which seeks.
The paradox is that there is no paradox.
Is that not the damnedest thing?
Jed McKenna
