Saturday, April 16, 2016

Wu Hsin - Let us return to silence




Master Wu Hsin continued:
All experiences require the use of the senses
except for the experience of being conscious.
As such, this Being Consciousness
must be prior to the body and its sense organs.
All problems are personal, that is to say,
they all arise from the concept of the person.
Prior to "becoming a person", no problems existed. 
Remembering and forgetting is always about some "other". 
One never remembers or forgets oneself. 

Now, let us return to silence.



Friday, April 15, 2016

Farid ud-Din Attar - Mystic



A Mystic knows without knowledge,
without intuition or information,
without contemplation or description or revelation.
Mystics are not themselves.
They do not exist in selves.
They move as they are moved,
talk as words come,
see with sight that enters their eyes. 




Nancy Neithercut - Uncaused



And you feel this utterly obvious marvelous vibrant aliveness............ and you cannot capture it ........ it has no name.......... it has no place
it is soooooooooooooo grand,,,,,,,,,,,, it must be outside of you, you assume......... you couldn't possibly be this..........
an unseen unknowable source............... so powerful
seemingly animating all and everything..............

and this magic this magnificence fills you and pours though you and empties you ...........leaving you breathless..........

and yet you feel it inside of you too

it is always on, looking and feeling like anything at all
it has never been separate from you
you have never been separate from it
there is no inside nor outside
like the horizon
here and there
this and that
me and you
is an idea

if you cannot capture it
you cannot step outside of it
there is no outside
no edge to what is going on

it is almost unbearable to realize
that you are it

Most people expect awakening to look like a certain thing
Feel a certain way
Awakening is not a belief or philosophy or a set of rules to live by
It cannot be taught nor learned nor given away
It is not a special state of bliss

Most people expect awakening to look like a certain thing
Feel a certain way

When it is the end of expectations of what life or self should look or feel like

It is an utterly uncaused shift in perception
When it is realized and felt deeply that there are no separate things divided by space nor separate events divided by time

This always on recognition of unicity is like A calmness and utter ease a deep profound peace that embraces the mind

and as there are no separate events no better nor worse no before nor after it cannot be caused

And as there is no separate self
There is no one who can step outside of what is going on and change it or manipulate it in any way
Have you ever found a better more other next
Often the expectations of what it should be like is the last barrier
People expect self to disappear
Without the beautiful lens of self there is no awareness aware that it is aware
As it requires imaginary twoness order to recognize unicity

So people have an experience of non-self and when self returns they become worried

But this obviously shows the magnificence that there is no chooser or do er

You are the most painful idea
the belief in separation
The feeling like you are separate from what's going on
And that feels like a gaping wound in your chest in your heart in the very marrow of your being
A place that you cannot pinpoint feels ripped shredded apart from the fabric of life
And trying to mend the tears to fix what was never broken
To glue a gazillion shards of mirror together
Trying to cut out one piece of sky
And put it someplace else
Is frustrating and painful
And leads to more frantic fruitless effort

You are that feeling of lack
And nothing can be done to fill that hole in your heart
There is nothing outside of what's going on
So where would this thing come from

Aching to stop aching
Trying to stop trying
Desiring to end desire for other better more next
When deep down you know
There is no other better more next

It is a self propetuating loop that cannot untie itself
Somehow the brain sees through the cage of words and recognizes that all separation is made up
And there is no thing needed to fix the self or others or the world

This shift is uncaused
But it is most often preceded by a personal armeggedon
It hurts like hell

It's not that the self dies
But
It most certainly feels that way



Thursday, April 14, 2016

Nisargadatta Maharaj - Silence



No particular thought can be mind's natural state, only Silence.

Not the idea of silence, but silence itself. 

When the mind is in its natural state, 
it reverts to silence spontaneously after every experience, 
or, rather, 
every experience happens against the background of silence.

~ Nisargadatta Maharaj ~



Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Evelyn Underhill - Introversion



What do you seek within, O soul, my brother?
What do you seek within?
I seek a life that shall never die,
Some haven to win
From mortality.

What do you find within, O soul, my brother?
What do you find within?
I find great quiet where no noises come.
Without, the world’s din:
Silence in my home.

Whom do you find within, O soul, my brother?
Whom do you find within?
I find a friend that in secret came:
His scarred hands within
He shields a faint flame.

What would you do within, O soul, my brother?
What would you do within?
Bar door and window that none may see:
That alone we may be
(Alone! face to face,
In that flame-lit place!)
When first we begin
To speak one with another.


 

Anya Phenix - Separateness is an illusion



 "My bones are mountains.
My tears, rushing rivers.
The earth’s crust is my skin.
Trees adorn my head.
The sun, moon, and stars
Are in my eyes.
The ether of the Universe is my breath.
Separateness is an illusion.
I am all things and all things are me."


Tuesday, April 12, 2016


Chuck Keys - Oneness



It had no color,
Lacking shape, size and dimension.
It wasn't moving or breathing.

There was neither aroma nor taste, not here or there.
Touching was useless because it wasn't physical.
It was indistinct and limitless.

Thinking multi-physically
Multi-sensually and multi-psychologically
It wasn't here or there and it was.

With no distinction,
It looked like everything else,
Or it could not have looked like everything else.

It never made me feel good nor bad,
Nor happy nor sad
Nor quite nor trite.

In our world of joy and destroy, we sort and distort,
Looking more on the surface and less on the inside,
Ready to judge and be judged from outside in.

The "oneness" of mankind stretches beyond definitions and limits,
From outside to inside and from inside to outside.
We are one distinct and alike world of "oneness."

Differences exist for differences,
Therefore, differences don't exist.
Only "oneness" exists.


DEDICATION:
This poem is dedicated to Dr. Clayborne Carson and The Gandhi-King Community,
For Global Peace with Social Justice in a Sustainable Environment. 
www.gandhiking.ning.com

More from the author HERE

Sant Jñāneshwar - Disappearing into silence



 A flower fades
After it gives birth to the fruit;
The fruit is gone
After it gives up its juice;
And the juice is gone
After it gives satisfaction.

A hand is often drawn back
After the offering of oblations;
A melody ends after giving enjoyment.

A mirror is put aside
After showing to a face its reflection;
And a person goes away
After having awakened one who is asleep.

Similarly, these three,
Chit, Sat, and Ananda,
After awaking the seer to his Self,
Disappear into silence.







Monday, April 11, 2016

Alan Watts - hypnotized



We are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infinitesimal hairline between an all-powerfully causative past and an absorbingly important future. Our consciousness is almost completely preoccupied with memory and expectation. We do not realize that there never was, is, nor will be any other experience than present experience. We are therefore out of touch with reality. We confuse the world as talked about, described, and measured with the world which actually is. We are sick with a fascination for the useful tools of names and numbers, of symbols, signs, conceptions and ideas. 




Sunday, April 10, 2016

Seema Sahoo - Vulnerability



Often our fear of pain and suffering is far greater than our love for love. Fearless love can only happen by being vulnerable, open, ready to take any hurt, wounds with no fear, no expectations and ready to take whatever comes. This love has the ability to commune with another being and is without separation. It is the space where blessing can happen between two hearts, two beings and it has the potential to go beyond duality.
Being vulnerable means, dropping the protection that we have been carrying around all these years. It means to drop the pretence to look better than we are. It means to be exposed and naked to judgements, attacks and what others might think or say, with fearlessness.
Vulnerability is a shieldless armor. Just imagine how freeing it is not to be afraid to get hurt, wounded or judged. It requires strength and patience. Vulnerability is the shield of a warrior. It is about spaciousness, openness of heart and mind. Nothing can cut you, touch you, burn you, drown you, dissolve you because now your love is enormous, with no beginning and no end. Limitless just like the sky and as deep as the ocean.
Walking on this path, initially can bring fears, doubts, temptation, exhaustion, inner demons and even wanting to give up. This is why the path of vulnerability is for the strongest, firmest and yet the most gentle ones. It’s for those who are grounded, for those who are not looking to project a self-image and walking around with a covering as disguise to protect that image. Vulnerability is the cloak of a spiritual warrior.


Walking,
Path tells me
Stop !
You will get
Tired
Stop now
You will stop
Midway
Why walk?
Path scares me
Saying
You will find
Demons
Thundering,
Crashing
Turbulent
Winds
You better
Stop !
There will be
Roaring
Cascading
Thunderstorms
You better
Stop
Now!
But I am crazy,
I say let
Them come
I will walk
Together
Hand in hand
With
winds and storms
I have lost
Myself
Just let
Me dance
Non stop
As now I
Have
The sun and
The moon
In my heart
unstoppable
Dancing
Away
Everywhere
And
No where


 Both photos Angela Bacon-Kidwell




 Seema is an occupational therapist, Reiki and meditation teacher, and a writer. She loves creativity in every thing that life has to offer, hiking, traveling and cooking. Originally from India, now settled in Arizona, US. She has two teenage kids, one girl with verbal Autism, who is an inspiration and drive to help find her inner strength. Seema's vision is to help families with special kids , in coping with everyday stresses to be more grounded so they can find their innate strength themselves and set up programs in special schools about meditation and mindfulness.

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Jiddu Krishnamurti - The book of life