Thursday, July 19, 2018

Alasdair Urquhart - Gratitude An Eternal Tide




Gratitude An Eternal Tide Written and narrated by Alasdair Urquhart

"Tides of love and gratitude flowing through us all a most sacred trust unrolls and brings us to a stillness where the ineffable unfolds in gratitude and wonder thy will it doth dictate that the eternal tide waits for no man It is just gives and receives with endless gratitude wash washing on eternity's shore.

 Tides of love and gratitude flowing through us all makes the world go round all angels sing elemental's dance at one with such accord where gratitude through blessings such a peace entails the eternal tide waits for no man It is just giving and receiving with endless gratitude wash washing on eternity's shore.

 Tides of love and gratitude flowing through us all at friendships gate love creates from this sacred place within and we perceive with gratitude not we but thee dear lord the eternal tide waits for no man It is just gives and receives with endless gratitude wash washing on eternity's shore.

 Tides of love and gratitude flowing through us all earthly fears as ego it subsides In gratitude and wonder all manner of surprise as life unfolds through beauty the friendships this creates an atmosphere of gentle joy in the fulfilling of life's dictates the eternal tide waits for no man.. It is just giving and receiving with endless gratitude wash washing on eternity's shore.

 Tides of love and gratitude flowing through us all as from this sacred place we witness the wonders of thy grace with profound gratitude we acknowledge all life alone is thee gratitude your sacred children's way to say blessed be to thee the eternal tide waits for no man.. It is just gives and receives with endless gratitude wash washing on eternity's shore.

 Waves of gratitude crash over me
such an elixir of life..Gratitude.."





 

Thanks to  Naomi Stone 
for posting this on her facebook  page 

 

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Seema Sahoo - Veil



A thunder has risen inside my mind
My breaths are intermingled
With each other
I am frozen
Stunned, speechless, shattered
I am victorious, Yet lost to myself
Standing powerless and vulnerable
I am reflection as well as
The mirror
Shimmering, sparking and reflecting
What intoxication is that?
The pain is echoing inside me day and night
It’s a huge deceit
A magical net of delusions
Fighting with the state of
My heart and mind
Standing with faith
Covered in stained veil
I am naked
I am the veil, I am the shame
I am the stain
Veil is untouched
So is my body
What should I do?
How will I show myself?
To myself?
How will I go home?
I am devastated, shattered
Crushed and broken
I am simple, I am precious
I am special, I am ordinary
I am dark, I am white
I am coiling sand in the sky
I am the relentless rain
That cannot pour down
I am the witching night
I am the wick in lamp
Standing dazed and disoriented
My body is of glass
I am shadow of myself
I am scared just of myself!
My body burning in firewood
Slightly moist and covered
Burning on and on
prolong
What magic
I am the illusion, I am the shadow
I am the soul, I am the body
I am standing dumbfounded
I am standing with faith
In stained veil
I am standing here, there and every where
I am every where



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Friday, July 13, 2018

Jiddu Krishnamurti - What is Love...



     So when you ask what love is, you may be too frightened to see the answer. It may mean complete upheaval; it may break up the family; you may discover that you do not love your wife or husband or children—do you?—you may have to shatter the house you have built, you may never go back to the temple.

    But if you still want to find out, you will see that fear is not love, dependence is not love, jealousy is not love, possessiveness and domination are not love, responsibility and duty are not love, self-pity is not love, the agony of not being loved is not love, love is not the opposite of hate any more than humility is the opposite of vanity.

    So if you eliminate all these, not by forcing them but by washing them away as the rain washes the dust of many days from a leaf, then perhaps you will come upon this strange flower, which man always hungers after.

    If you have not got love—not just in little drops but in abundance—if you are not filled with it, the world will go to disaster. You know intellectually that the unity of mankind is essential and that love is the only way, but who is going to teach you how to love?

    Will any authority, any method, any system, tell you how to love? If anyone tells you, it is not love. Can you say, “I will practice love. I will sit down day after day and think about it. I will practice being kind and gentle and force myself to pay attention to others”?

    Do you mean that you can discipline yourself to love, exercise the will to love? When you exercise discipline and will to love, love goes out the window. By practicing some method or system of loving you may become extraordinarily clever or more kindly or get into a state of nonviolence, but that has nothing whatsoever to do with love.

    In this torn desert world there is no love because pleasure and desire play the greatest roles, yet without love your daily life has no meaning. And you cannot have love if there is no beauty. Beauty is not something you see—not a beautiful tree, a beautiful picture, a beautiful building, or a beautiful woman. There is beauty only when your heart and mind know what love is.

    Without love and that sense of beauty there is no virtue, and you know very well that, do what you will—improve society, feed the poor—you will only be creating more mischief, for without love there is only ugliness and poverty in your own heart and mind.

    But when there is love and beauty, whatever you do is right, whatever you do is in order. If you know how to love, then you can do what you like because it will solve all other problems.
    So we reach the point: Can the mind come upon love without discipline, without thought, without enforcement, without any book, any teacher or leader—come upon it as one comes upon a lovely sunset? It seems to me that one thing is absolutely necessary and that is passion without motive—passion that is not the result of some commitment or attachment, passion that is not lust. A man who does not know what passion is will never know love because love can only come into being when there is total self-abandonment.

    A mind that is seeking is not a passionate mind and to come upon love without seeking it is the only way to find it—to come upon it unknowingly and not as the result of any effort or experience. Such a love, you will find, is not of time; such a love is both personal and impersonal, is both the one and the many.

    Like a flower that has a perfume, you can smell it or pass it by. That flower is for everybody and for the one who takes the trouble to breath it deeply and to look at it with delight. Whether one is very near in the garden or very far away, it is the same to the flower because it is full of that perfume and, therefore, it is sharing with everybody.

    Love is something that is new, fresh, alive. It has no yesterday and no tomorrow. It is beyond the turmoil of thought. It is only the innocent mind which knows what love is, and the innocent mind can live in the world, which is not innocent.

    To find this extraordinary thing which man has sought endlessly through sacrifice, through worship, through relationship, through sex, through every form of pleasure and pain, is only possible when thought comes to understand itself and comes naturally to an end. Then love has no opposite, then love has no conflict.

    You may ask, “If I find such love, what happens to my wife, my children, my family? They must have security.” When you put such a question you have never been outside the field of thought, the field of consciousness. When once you have been outside that field you will never ask such a question because then you will know what love is in which there is no thought and therefore, no time. You may read this mesmerized and enchanted, but actually to go beyond thought and time—which means going beyond sorrow—is to be aware that there is a different dimension called love.

    But you don’t know how to come upon this extraordinary fount, so what do you do? If you don’t know what to do, you do nothing, don’t you? Absolutely nothing. Then inwardly you are completely silent. Do you understand what that means? It means you are not seeking, not wanting, not pursuing; there is no center at all. Then there is love.


from Freedom from the Known
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Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Kabir - Spare me the trip…



I’m waiting for the ferry,
but where are we going,
And is there a paradise anyway?
Besides, what will I, who see you everywhere,
Do there?
I’m okay where I am, says Kabir,
Spare me the trip…


 

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Imadeddin Nasimi - Canceled Out



Dawn:
the tavern:
I learned the inside way
from a licensed guide.

Old Man Love:
"Come in, come in:
don't loiter around
outside!"
Inside:
SPLENDOR
cups of pain.

The saki:
"Drink, drink!"
and he embraced me
light
so close...

SAKI/ME
both one
or one disguised
as two?
NOW WITNESS
NOW OBJECT-OF-SIGHT
NOW SAKI
NOW CUP...
Nothing remains:
I know nothing:
all HIM
Nasimi: canceled out
in the beauty
of the
seducer.


English version by Peter Lamborn Wilson and Nasrollah Pourjavady
Original Language Persian/Farsi




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Monday, July 9, 2018

Thomas Merton - Prayer, Silence & Solitude



In true prayer, although every silent moment remains the same, 
every moment is a new discovery of a new silence, 
a new penetration into that eternity in which all things are always new. 
We know, by fresh discovery, the deep reality that is our concrete existence here and now …

When I am liberated by silence,
when I am no longer involved in the measurement of life,
but in the living of it,
I can discover a form of prayer in which
there is effectively, no distraction.

My whole life becomes a prayer.
My whole silence is full of prayer.

The world of silence in which I am immersed contributes to my prayer.

Let me seek, then, the gift of silence, … and solitude,
where everything I touch is turned into prayer:

where the sky is my prayer,
the birds are my prayer,
the wind in the trees is my prayer,
for God is all in all.




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Thursday, July 5, 2018

Jackson Peterson - A Sudden and Extreme Reduction of Complexity



  All that is ever known is contained in and as, this instant of conscious experience.

This moment of consciousness is restricted in being exactly between the past moment, just passed, and the future moment, yet to arrive. The current moment, the only moment ever known, has a very, very short duration (if any).
[past —>now<—future]

Any experience ever known occurs in consciousness or mind. There is no other place in which we can experience any experience. What kind of substance, other than mental stuff, can appear inside a moment of consciousness?

Nothing physical or lastingly solid, can appear in consciousness or else we wouldn’t have enough room for the next fresh moment of consciousness.

This means all moments of consciousness and conscious experience, are of the same “substance” as daydreams and night dreams; the stuff of mind and dreams.

Since we never experience a “real” outer material world in any moment of consciousness, its objective and “physical” existence can only be a conceptual belief. We can experience the feelings of solidity, of bright light, colors, sounds, fragrances, tastes and “physical” sensations in our dreams perfectly the same as when awake.

Through seeing that any moment of consciousness as perceptions, thoughts, emotional states, or “physical” sensations, only occur within the limited confines of the mind, it must be that all these experiences are no more “objectively real” than our dreams and day dreams.

Through this being seen clearly, ALL moments of consciousness are seen to be “empty” of even the slightest trace of being an objective and material reality. The inherently existing, material nature of ALL experiences has been reduced to mere conceptual beliefs. Where did samsara go?

Some points to consider:

How long does this exact moment of “now” last?

Can one experience any moment other than the one presenting itself as the current “now”?

If there is any duration for the moment of “now”, what is the substance of that which has duration?

Is there anyone organizing and deciding what the content of the next instant of consciousness will contain before it arrives? Is it spontaneous and “self-arising”, like a dream at night? Who is controlling this?

Could life be anything more than an extended series of singular moments of consciousness?

Is the sense of a personal self or being an “observer”, just the momentary, conceptualized content of consciousness (which also has no duration) that is appearing to no one?

Is anyone doing “flashes of momentary ‘now’ consciousness”? How would a “someone” do that if the “someone” is itself only a “moment of consciousness” flashing, without duration?

What is the true and essential nature of each momentary flashing of conscious experience?

Is it possible that instead of sub-atomic particles being the “building blocks” of reality, that “moments of consciousness” are the most fundamental structures as being the energetic formations of Consciousness itself?