Audio: Richard Witteman 2005
The following talks by Richard Witteman are available on both CD and audio tape.
September-October 2005 Retreat
Day 1 |
- Stretching words to unfamiliar use.
- Not in order to name, but to point to what's unsayable, to open up space.
- Words fashioning sorrow and heartache from nothing - amazing.
- I suffer when I stand against.
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Day 2 |
- It's curiosity and wonder that pull me from thought's invitation.
- Just to be interested in what's here, which is so much.
- The anxiety and tediousness of seeking a fingerable answer.
- What a vast and wonderful thing to just not know.
- This unnameable beingness we call "awareness."
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Day 3 |
- Resting in presence - wholeness in which tensions come and go.
- Including the tension of body and mind which masquerades as separateness.
- A leap of faith, after believing thought is all we are, that beyond it isn't oblivion.
- Testing "Is this true?" in daily life - in the small sense and the larger.
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Day 5 |
- Core beliefs unseen produce inexplicable emotions, convoluted actions.
- We rub up against each other and something erupts.
- If we see our chance to question it, this volatility is not so frightening.
- It's an opening, bringing what has been driving us into the open sky.
- The old tug-of-war of believing thought is a problem.
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Day 6 |
- Racial hatred, religious hatred: inflagrations sparked by the flimsiest ideas.
- Yet we imagine self-hatred as a god-like voice of wisdom.
- Self-hatred getting entangled with "kill the ego"?
- Questioning stories: "Is this true? Is this me?"
- Curiosity turns to what's seeing, to presence itself.
- What is this?" Not knowing any answer.
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Day 7 |
- "Going home." Returning to our usual lives innocently.
- Letting not-knowing reveal our fabric of assumptions.
- What to trust? This bright presence is ever here, through the veils of identification.
- Abiding stillness - the light in each other's eyes. We don't have to look anywhere else.
- Dzogchen reading from third Karmapa.
- Being with the "full catastrophe." An undivided whole. Truly nowhere to go.
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