Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Adyashanti ~ I heard a bird one day

Wind moves through
this hollow reed body
touches the five senses
and becomes a song.

Who is the Master
of this orchestra
and how does Emptiness
become love or a teacup?

I heard a bird one day
and became the
bird hearing.
Then waking from this spiritual dream
of Oneness
the world resolved itself
and nothing at
all happened.
Yet the Ancient One continues to
wink and smile.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Norman Maclean - The river

"I sat there and forgot and forgot
until what remained was the river that went by and I who watched. . .
Eventually the watcher joined the river
and then there was only one of us.
I believe it was the river.”


Monday, October 15, 2018

Sri Yukteswar - Ignorance

"Troubles are born from Avidya, Ignorance.
Ignorance is the perception of the nonexistent,
and the nonperception of the Existent. . .
Through Avidya man believes that this material creation
is the only thing that substantially exists,
there being nothing beyond,
forgetting that this material creation is substantially nothing
and is a mere play of ideas on the Etenal Spirit,
the only Real Substance, beyond the comprehension of the material creation.
This Ignorance is not only a trouble in itself
but is also the source of all the other troubles of man."

~ Swami Sri Yukteswar, "The Holy Science", page 47

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Friday, October 12, 2018

Deepa Khanna Sobti - Sweet Embrace

art and poem by Deepa Khanna Sobti

 Tears rolled down my cheeks
When I saw how life had been trying
All the time
To show me its beauty
In its loving embrace
The miracle of a tree growing through the cracks of a derelict concrete wall
Of the burst of colors and patterns in a simple leaf
The colors of the rainbow glistening on a perfect dew drop
Of a sweet melody in the buzzing of bees
Of a warm greeting in the chirp of a bird
Life showed me how it had been trying
To show me its sweet embrace



Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Tracy Shaw - A Blessing for the Inward Way

moon “Luna” by Evelyn De Morgan (1885).

May you learn to dwell
Below the surface of the days
At home with the ebb and flow of
Your own heart’s tides.
May you find the womb space at the center of your Life,
There grow wise in the sacred rhythm
Of filling and emptying,
Emptying and filling.
There, held safe,
May you surrender to the unknown
As completely as the dark moon
Empties herself into the secret embrace of her Beloved, the Sun.
There may you cherish hope of renewal
As tenderly as the crescent moon
Cradles the dark in the curve of her arm,
Enfolding, quickening with life new born.
And may you always open to the flow of love
As voluptuously as the moon at full,
Until filled, overflowing, you pour
Love’s gifts out into the world.
So may you grow ever more intimate
With the inward way, the deepening way,
Where filling is emptying, emptying is filling ~
At one with the mystery, at one. 



Monday, October 8, 2018

Thich Nhat Hanh - If you are a poet

    If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in this sheet of paper. Without a cloud, there will be no rain; without rain, the trees cannot grow, and without trees we cannot make paper. The cloud is essential for the paper to exist. If the cloud is not here, the sheet of paper cannot be here either … If we look into this sheet of paper even more deeply, we can see the sunshine in it. If the sunshine is not there, the forest cannot grow. In fact, nothing can grow. Even we cannot grow without sunshine. And so, we know that the sunshine is also in this sheet of paper …

    The paper and the sunshine inter-are. And if we continue to look, we can see the logger who cut the tree and brought it to the mill to be transformed into paper. And we see the wheat. We know that the logger cannot exist without his daily bread, and therefore the wheat that became his bread is also in this sheet of paper. And the logger’s father and mother are in it too … You cannot point out one thing that is not here—time, space, the earth, the rain, the minerals in the soil, the sunshine, the cloud, the river, the heat. Everything co-exists with this sheet of paper … As thin as this sheet of paper is, it contains everything in the universe in it.


Friday, October 5, 2018

Leonard Jacobson - The walk

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 A man went for a walk one day. As he walked, he became aware that he was feeling lost and alone. Rather than push the feelings away, he allowed them to be present with him. "I'm lost. I am all alone," he cried to himself. A deep sadness arose within him.

Suddenly a voice arose from a deeper level. "If you are lost, then where are you?" It was the voice of his Being. It was the voice of truth.

The man paused to consider the question. "If I am lost, then where am I?" he asked aloud. He sat down and as much as possible, he became present with his feelings.

"I am lost. I am all alone!" he repeated several times.

Once again the voice of his Being gently challenged him. "You say you are lost. Then where are you?"

The man tried to see where he was. Suddenly, it became clear to him.

"I am lost in my mind!" he cried.

It was so simple. He was lost in his mind. He was lost somewhere in his remembered past. Or somewhere in his imagined future. One thing was clear. He was not here now. He closed his eyes and became very still. He became very aware of his body and his breath. He became very aware of the sounds around him. He could feel the soft caress of the breeze upon his face. He became silent. He began to feel very present. The feeling of being lost and alone disappeared. He paused for a few moments in silent gratitude. He opened his eyes and his heart exploded with joy as a bird soared into the sky.


Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Stephen Levine - What we sing about

There is a grace approaching
that we shun as much as death,
it is the completion of our birth.

It does not come in time,
but in timelessness
when the mind sinks into the heart
and we remember.

It is insistent grace that draws us
to the edge and beckons us surrender
safe territory and enter our enormity.

We know we must pass
beyond knowing
and fear the shedding.

But we are pulled upward
through forgotten ghosts
and unexpected angels,

And there is nothing left to say
but we are That.

And that is what we sing about.