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Many people don't realize until they are on their deathbed and everything external falls away that no thing ever had anything to do with who they are. In the proximity of death, the whole concept of ownership stands revealed as ultimately meaningless.
In the last moments of their life, they then also realize that while they were looking throughout their lives for a more complete sense of self, what they were really looking for, their Being, had actually always already been there, but had been largely obscured by their identification with things, which ultimately means identification with their mind.
"Blessed are the poor in spirit," Jesus said, "for theirs will be the kingdom of heaven. ''What does "poor in spirit" mean? No inner baggage, no identifications. Not with things, nor with any mental concepts that have a sense of self in them.
And what is the "kingdom of heaven"? The simple but profound joy of Being that is there when you let go of identifications and so become "poor in spirit."

                                                     ~ From: A New Earth, by Eckhart Tolle

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Joanne said…
"Pure in spirit." I will reflect on this all day.Can purity exist within interaction of the human condition, as a new born? I don't know, to be pure in the moment can be sometimes isolating. In meditation, I feel it, in looking at the sunrise, I feel it, and yet negotiating within the framework of home, work, family, and traffic I do begin to identify, and it brings to me a different kind of meaning.
January 13, 2012 at 11:30 AM
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