We may either be the birthplace of endless desires and their forms, or we may learn what it means to die to our desire nature, and for our sacrifice be given birth.
A thousand flames, But one Fire, A thousand hearts, But one Desire. A thousand journeys, But one Path, A thousand conclusions, But One Math. A thousand sorrows, But one Night, A thousand insights, But one Light. A thousand branches, But one Tree, A thousand lovers, But one Thee.
The fear of stepping up to life, of coming right out and asking it for what we want, ensures that not only won't we win our heart's desire, but fairly well guarantees -- for our obedience to negative doubt -- that we will never realize the peace of a quiet mind that has seen how life itself wants to grant wishes that are True.
Ask yourself: how many times have I won the object of my desire, only to find out that it wasn't enough? How familiar do the following statements seem to you? "This is the greatest thing that's ever happened... but what if..." "I love you... but..." "This moment is almost perfect... all it needs is..." The prize won, whatever its name, doesn't end the feeling we have of needing...
We know the disturbance of desire, as in the pain of when we don't want what life brings. But what we are not conscious of is the disturbance in the pleasure of wanting what we don't have! When we see that the disturbance of pain and the disturbance of pleasure have the same root and only seemingly different fruits, then our nature will begin its transformation.
Part I: When we realize, at last, that there is no place in life towards which we are racing that is not already disappearing, and that there is no place where one willingly remains that isn’t beginning anew within itself, then will we have at last arrived where our heart longs to be. Part II: If "winning" in life was only relative to achieving one’s desire through reaching some pre-determin...
Topics covered: The divided state of our consciousness is always struggling in some form of contradiction; Desire itself is a formulation of the opposites; The original definition of the word "Mammon" pertained to an endless desire for possessions; The wreckage of desire are the psychological strings that come attached to any desire that we are not aware of; A negative reaction knows exactly what is the cause of...
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The end of suffering is not found in the pursuit of freedom from suffering, but in seeing through the very nature of desire that generates the suffering to begin with. The problem is not what we desire, but the identification with desire itself, and the endless cycle of division it creates.
Until we realize that continually identifying with our own conflicting desires about how to win peace of mind is like using a cannon blast to light a candle, we will only remain at war within ourselves -- all the while blaming the world around us for its insensitive inability to grant us that imagined peace we so desperately seek! Let's illuminate, by example, a few of these conflicting desir...
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Classroom Talk: 01/25/2026 - The end of suffering is not found in the pursuit of freedom from suffering, but in seeing through the very nature of desire that generates the suffering to begin with. The problem is not what we desire, but rather our unseen identification with desire itself, and the endless cycle of conflict it creates.
Student Talks: 01/30/2026 - The end of suffering is not found in the pursuit of freedom from suffering, but in seeing through the very nature of desire that generates the suffering to begin with. The problem is not what we desire, but rather our unseen identification with desire itself, and the endless cycle of conflict it creates.
Part I: Our attachments are never to a certain thing or person but only to how the image of this (that we hold so closely in mind) allows us to experience ourselves... so that an attachment is not to a particular thing itself, but to the love we have of certain familiar sensations that our embracing of this image mechanically stimulates us to feel. Part II: Our desires are never for obje...