Saturday, December 12, 2015

Mystic Meandering - Graced with Gratitude




Gratitude arises
like a warm flame
in the Heart;
a flame that
comes alive
on its own
from within



Overtaking me by surprise…

It’s a gratitude of
unknown origin -
not contrived,
or cultivated,
but
deeply felt in the
core of my Being;
only awareness is
needed….


A gratitude
not for being alive,
but for Aliveness ItSelf,
for the Aliveness that
is Life;
that dances and sings
the Cosmos
into being;
that imbues existence
with LIFE!


For the color and movement
of life being lived
in every minute detail;
for the opening and
unfoldment of life
that has its own
course,
its own
way,
unfolding Itself in
total freedom of Being

I am truly graced with Gratitude -
beyond words…


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Mystic Meandering
Meditative writings
October 2015


Gratitude to you C.

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Rabindranath Tagore - "I"



I wonder if I know him
In whose speech is my voice,
In whose movement is my being,
Whose skill is in my lines,
Whose melody is in my songs
In joy and sorrow.
I thought he was chained within me,
Contained by tears and laughter,
Work and play.
I thought he was my very self
Coming to an end with my death.
Why then in a flood of joy do I feel him
In the sight and touch of my beloved?
This 'I' beyond self I found
On the shores of the shining sea.
Therefore I know
This'I' is not imprisoned within my bounds.
Losing myself, I find him
Beyond the borders of time and space.
Through the Ages
I come to know his Shining Self
In the Iffe of the seeker,
In the voice of the poet.
From the dark clouds pour the rains.
I sit and think:
Bearing so many forms, so many names,
I come down, crossing the threshold
Of countless births and deaths.
The Supreme undivided, complete in himself,
Embracing past and present,
Dwells in Man.
Within Him I shall find myself -
The 'I' that reaches everywhere.


 

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Rumi - One, always One



Define and narrow me,
you starve yourself of yourself
Nail me down in a box of cold words,
That box is your coffin.
I do not know who I am.
…I am in astounded, lucid confusion.
I am not a Christian,
not a Jew,
not a Zoroastrian,
I am not even a Muslim …
I am the life of life.
I am that cat,
this stone,
no one.
I see and know all times
and worlds as one,
One,
always One.



Wei Wu Wei - Who is there to be Enlightened?



I DON'T BELIEVE that there is anyone to wake up!
Sentient beings are not there at all as such—as the Buddha
pointed out in the Diamond Sutra, so how can they wake
up? And what is there to wake up? They are concepts or
thought-forms, objects—and objects cannot either go to
sleep or awaken! What nonsense all that doctrine must be!
It all begs the question, for phenomenally they are appearances,
and noumenally they are not asleep.

The subjective element of mind is awake, and always
has been, untouched by any concept such as that of time.
But the dreamer seems to become identified in split-mind
with his own dreamed object. So the identified personal
dreamer always has to wake up: it is always the individualised
dreamer that awakes—not his dreamed objects. There can
be no awakening for dreamed objects in any kind or degree
of dreaming.

Dreamer, Awake!

Living is dreaming too. The 'dreamer' becomes
identified with his object and snores loudly. 'He' and his
objects dream and dream, in which every act of the objects
is in-formed by the dreamer. In the degree of such informing
by the dreamer the dreamed objects 'exist'. But
they are totally dreamed, totally in-formed; therefore they
partake totally of the 'existence' of the in-forming dreamer.

In fact, however, the appearance that is dreamed is
nothing but the source thereof that is dreaming. But it is
only the in-forming source that can awaken: the objects as
such have never slept, and cannot awaken; of themselves
they have never been at all, for they cannot have any nature
of their own. Nor has the in-forming mind of either dream
any nature of its own, for mind, whole or split, is non-entity.

Note: Objects are purely imagined in all kinds of dream. They are ropes
seen as snakes, in the old analogy, when even the ropes were never there
non-phenomenally. That is all we are as objects.


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Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Ramana Maharshi - Silence (2)

This amazing photo of Arunachala was taken by Reinhard Jung, on November 7th, 2012, a little before dawn.


 Let there be peace among all beings of the universe. OM Shanti, Shanti, Shanti.

AMANA  Maharshi is the silent one, teaching the pure non-dual essence through perfect silence.

What our Master clearly teaches
By way of great, good, powerful Self-attention
Is only this and nothing more
BE STILL.
Apart from this, the mind has no
Task to do or thought to think.

What exists in Truth is the Self alone. The Self is that where there is absolutely no 'I'-thought. That is called silence [mauna]. The Self itself is the world; the Self itself is 'I'; the Self itself is God.

The inner silence is self-surrender. And that is living without the sense of ego. Solitude is in the mind of humanity. Silence is ever speaking; it is the perennial flow of 'language'. It is interrupted by speaking; for words obstruct this mute language. Silence is permanent and benefits the whole of humanity.

There is consciousness along with quietness in the mind; this is exactly the state to be aimed at.

By silence, eloquence is meant. It is the best language.

The thought-free experience of the Self is silence.

There is a state when words cease and silence prevails.

That state which transcends speech and thought is silence.

That state in which the 'I'-thought does not rise even in the least is silence.

The experience of silence is alone the real and perfect knowledge.

Sages say that the state in which the 'I'-thought does not rise even in the least, alone is Self which is silence. That silent Self alone is God; Self alone is the individual soul. Self alone is this ancient world. All other knowledge are only petty and trivial knowledge; the experience of silence alone is the real and perfect knowledge. Know that the many objective differences are not real but are mere superimpositions on Self, which is the form of true knowledge.



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