Where do we look to discover our habitual patterns…beginnings? At the boundaries? One beginning might be the dawn of a new day, or even at the end of an old thought, when the new one begins…
‘A small world‘…mind universe beginning to spin, cycling births the dawn…the moment is born as ‘I’ emerge from the unconstructed, from the prior of perception… awakening… nanosecond by nanosecond, I distinguish myself from surroundings, setting my location ‘here‘ from ‘not there‘… gathering my feelings and evaluating their degrees of goodness. This is my bubble, my weather forecast for ‘me‘. Next… the time NOW, then… what’s on the schedule?
Excerpt from the poem…
DAWN CLICK By Ken McKeon
For there Is the morning…
I wait a while, take some time
To be in this dark quiet place,
And I begin to see the window
Going grey, begin to hear the smallest
Drops of lightly falling rain fall
And the room itself lightens,
And a small world appears
With me within it, such a joy,
And then a click, and even more
Light, why, it’s an everywhere,
Large form, small detail, and it all works
Finally together here and at last
And for real for at least one more day.
GATEWAY TO UNDERSTANDING
The immediate pull of habitual reactions is so intense that we often do not notice the pattern until it has already occurred…
To gain more control over how a situation develops, we need to look more closely at the origins of the pattern. What gave rise to this pattern of response that can take us over and betray our understanding of who and what we are? Who set up the framework that underlies experience? Can we look below the framework to understand who is creating this role and demanding that we play it out in such specific ways?
In the past, with no knowledge of what occurs prior to the reality that mind presents, we would have to accept that reality and respond according to the role mind directs us to play. Now, as we begin to be aware of the pervasiveness of the regime of mind, we have the opportunity to turn this situation around and free ourselves from mind’s manipulation.
‘Revelations of Mind’, Tarthang Tulku, p. 221