Is a gnani subject to emotion?
"Take anger. I may be furious, pacing the room up and down. At the same time I know what I am, a center of wisdom and love, an atom of pure existence. All subsides and the mind merges into silence...Anger came and dissolved on my remembering myself." - Nisargadatta Maharaj
With a gnani, there is no "there" there. It's like what a scientist spouted when asked what the latest discovery of the Higgs-boson-god-particle thingamajig at the heart of everything with mass means. He seemed stumped at first, but then perked up with "now we can move on to whatever is next!" The Heart dances ever on just out of reach of the mind.
"I have no shape, nor name. It is attachment to a name and shape that breeds fear." - N.M.
Money is not the root of all evil. Well before money is attachment to name and shape. Would that we could have some early education along these lines. Attachment places a wet kiss upon the glass of a hall of mirrors.
"...for when a thing touches Nothing, it becomes nothing. It is like a bottomless well, whatever falls into it, disappears." - N.M.
This is to fall out of time and space, out of all fabrications born of the body-mind, all of it drawn out like air from a vacuum.
"Take anger. I may be furious, pacing the room up and down. At the same time I know what I am, a center of wisdom and love, an atom of pure existence. All subsides and the mind merges into silence...Anger came and dissolved on my remembering myself." - Nisargadatta Maharaj
With a gnani, there is no "there" there. It's like what a scientist spouted when asked what the latest discovery of the Higgs-boson-god-particle thingamajig at the heart of everything with mass means. He seemed stumped at first, but then perked up with "now we can move on to whatever is next!" The Heart dances ever on just out of reach of the mind.
"I have no shape, nor name. It is attachment to a name and shape that breeds fear." - N.M.
Money is not the root of all evil. Well before money is attachment to name and shape. Would that we could have some early education along these lines. Attachment places a wet kiss upon the glass of a hall of mirrors.
"...for when a thing touches Nothing, it becomes nothing. It is like a bottomless well, whatever falls into it, disappears." - N.M.
This is to fall out of time and space, out of all fabrications born of the body-mind, all of it drawn out like air from a vacuum.
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