The story of Buddha's garbage.

It took me some time to realise that i had'nt given any description to my blog's title. And it was only yesterday i typed one, very quickly.

I named this blog quite intuitively as 'the SPIRITUAL GUIDE ' i found in a garbage ( was a very pretentious idea, but, it pleased me.)

And to my amusement it occurred , what if it was'nt an ordinary garbage bin??
What if it was Buddha's personal garbage can?

What could i find in there , so different than from the others??
What rubbish could he throw away??

What if i found a guide book, which contained the handwritten descriptions , of his trails and errors before he became the Buddha?

Or what if it really was an authentic manual from his ancient teachers, filled with mystical sutras, secret breathing techniques, sounds,mantras and other alchemical incantations ,where a random reference brought to you an instant solution to a problem.

How wonderful could that be to bump into such a treasure!

The idea began to transform into a serious theme.

And, the garbage bin appeared to me as my own symbolic mind.

I began to realise, i had already filled it with my childhood, with all that my parents told me , with all that the community showed me , the code of conduct , values, cultural affirmations that forged my identity,etc .

What kind of mind did the Buddha have??
Did this mind have a nationality, a belongingness to any particular group or sect?
Or was it the very symbolism of freedom. Freedom not as an act or as a consequence of doing.
But as an inner flowering of who you really are!
This freedom that was'nt concerned with the wiping out of memories, as the memories did'nt interfere anymore with its fonctioning freely.

The mind subsides in the quietness of the being.
'Being'- as the awakening of the self in its totality;
undivided, unfragmented.....absolutely flowing with its inner river.

Here, the intellect remains a tool, and not as the bulldozer of thought gathering daily, the more and more of everything it seeks to possess, to give the feeling of the very security that it is after.
Here, the intellect is not more than; your heart, or lungs.
It is just there, to collaborate in the fonctioning as a whole.

And so, what kind of garbage could such a mind contain before it drops itself, melting into the nothingness of its contents ?

What kind of garbage was put in there before he decided to throw everything away?
How did he proceed to the emptying processus?
And how did it become garbageless?
And even if, there was some garbage leftover in his bin , could it still suit me as guide -lines to my own personal journey.

So this is the story of how i found the wornout guide on spiritual technology.

In the begining , i began posting parallely in another blog which i thought could be dedicated to all sorts intimate communion with nature, contemplations , soul poems, etc. I titled it as " watching the mountains with closed eyes". Again, as a metaphor to point out that the reality is --as it is, translated by the insides.
However, after having put in the first materials in, it came to a stand still ,and ever since i have'nt really updated it.

Meanwhile, the " Buddha's garbage " kept growing with all sorts of poems;
spiritual, as well as love poems;
sometimes, full of godliness,
While, at other times, filled with my deep sensual love ; at times i'd ponctuate it with some traces of my 'carnets de route', personal sketches, a painting or two.
This also made me realise that spirituality and erotic were compatible ; i would even go to the extent of saying' inseparable.'!..love translates in a hundred million ways, and there's no need to make a problem out of it.
If the body made a problem out of breath it would choke itself, would'nt it??
You might say that breath is indispensible !!
Well, that's ok with me.
So as far as love is concerned,
One could love with a look, one could love with a touch; me, i prefer mingling them both.

Well; this is more or less about it.

I'm actually thinking of doing some prose....however , prose or poetry ?? I shall leave it to my intuitive mind. Meanwhile, i shall await your reflections and questions if you wish to know more about "Buddha's garbage", including that which i have'nt yet written.

Hope you won't hesitate to meditate collectively.