Monday, October 16, 2017

Lao Tzu - Can you?

Can you coax your mind from its wandering
and keep to the original oneness?

Can you let your body become
supple as a newborn child’s?

Can you cleanse your inner vision
until you see nothing but the light?

Can you love people and lead them
without imposing your will?

Can you deal with the most vital matters
by letting events take their course?

Can you step back from your own mind
and thus understand all things?

Giving birth and nourishing,
having without possessing,
acting with no expectations,
leading and not trying to control:
this is the supreme virtue.

~ Lao Tzu (Tao Te Ching, #10)


Friday, October 13, 2017

Paul Hedderman - The Stolen Epiphany

 You’re a verb. Just awareness, what’s happening moment by moment.
Then the mind makes a thing of you. A noun.
That's where the problem starts. 
The mind is playing God with the movement of consciousness.
Consciousness becomes a commodity you trade, like stocks. You need a three-day retreat.
Why? To have a story: Now I’m a spiritual person.
But how can a body ever become spiritual? It’s always going to become spiritual as a body.
That defeats the whole purpose.
If you are spirit, why is there any need to become spiritual? You already are!
As a body it seems, “If I become spiritual, it will bring advantage.
So let me try grafting some spirit onto me. 
Listen to talks by the masters and do some study."
When you’re sensing the presence of yourself, that’s the truth’s absence, literally.
When you sense this (slapping the body) as being absent, that’s presence.
It takes absolutely no time, there’s no practice, no debate. It’s obvious. 
It’s the sense of your absence.
Let’s say you have an epiphany. The heavens open up.
Did you make a reservation for it? Did you call up ahead of time? 
Put on the right music for the event?
No. It just burst through, interrupting your linear story of life as a noun,
your sense of being a historical action figure.
The mental process has been stunned into stopping.
There are huge gaps in selfing. Anything can startle it into stopping.
There is that pause, an eternal moment out of time. The whole thing stops and there it is, it opens up. And you get a free sample of the infinite. Whammo!
There came the epiphany. I bet when it ended it coincided with this thought: 
“I just had an epiphany!” Yeah?
The epiphany is an event. Then there is the mind's reaction to it. Claiming it.
The mind says, “I, this long-lasting independent separate entity, 
just had this spiritual experience.” Yes?
It just neutered the whole event by claiming it.
The epiphany was not an experience you had, it was the absence of the selfing!
At that moment there was only awareness.
The moment was set free again, out of its box.
Out on the wing.


Thursday, October 12, 2017

Jiddu Krishnamurti - Revolution in consciousness

 For the complete mutation in consciousness to take place you must deny analysis and search, and no longer be under any influence — which is immensely difficult. The mind, seeing what is false, has put the false aside completely, not knowing what is true. If you already know what is true, then you are merely exchanging what you consider is false for what you imagine is true. There is no renunciation if you know what you are going to get in return. There is only renunciation when you drop something not knowing what is going to happen. That state of negation is completely necessary.

Please follow this carefully, because if you have gone so far you will see that in that state of negation you discover what is true; because, negation is the emptying of consciousness of the known. After all, consciousness is based on knowledge, on experience, on racial inheritance, on memory, on the things one has experienced. Experiences are always of the past, operating on the present, being modified by the present and continuing into the future. All that is consciousness, the vast storehouse of centuries. It has its usefulness in mechanical living only. It would be absurd to deny all the scientific knowledge acquired through the long past. But to bring about a mutation in consciousness, a revolution in this whole structure, there must be complete emptiness. And that emptiness is possible only when there is the discovery, the actual seeing of what is false. Then you will see, if you have gone so far, that emptiness itself brings about a complete revolution in consciousness: it has taken place!

from The Book of Life: Daily Meditations with J. Krishnamurti (October 25) 

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Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Ella May Brown - The Light Of All Things

When she passed into death
there was nothing
no welcoming
no past
as though life had never been
and yet had always been the stillness
in this peace she heard a voice that was not her own
and it said unto her
" I have never left you , I have always walked with you
and yet all along you have been not yourself but I , 
I am the light of the world, for there is only this light and no other light"

She ran to the holy place and there she rested
she rested until she saw that there were

no more words
no more pathways
no more seeds to open
no more songs to sing by the waters that no longer run
only water runs when the mind follows it

She heard that there were

no more stars glowing
no more voices
no more mothers giving birth
and no more clouds forming
just still snow like ice in the sky
frozen candle light shattered in all things free

This is the place of empty space
there is nothing here

But then she also faded away
for the one that sees also passes
then there was

no one who would know

only eyes
only ears
only leaves
only skies rushing to the sea of emptiness
only oceans rolling into themselves
dreamers dreaming into themselves
tossing and turning on pillows
and crying to the wind for change

and only Love

Then there was a new identity
not as person
but as the only one that has never left,
the light of all things.

This is the peace that passes all understanding


Tuesday, October 3, 2017

David Carse - Ulimate understanding

The ultimate understanding is a seeing and a knowing
rather than a comprehending.
And it does satisfy all questions,
though not answer them.
Answers become as irrelevant
as the questions themselves;
both cease in the seeing.

Do not judge the questioning or the longing,
the seeking or the sadness,
the impatience or the resistance,
the opening or the letting go.
It is all the perfect unfolding as it is:
only watch it and know you are not that.

You are Loving Awareness in which all this arises.
You are Quiet Compassionate Space in which the life
that you think of as 'yourself' unfolds.

This Still Expanse of Acceptance between the thoughts
is All That Is.
That is What You Are.
Let the Love that is this Stillness that You Are
Embrace you,
Overcome you.



Sri Aurobindo - The Silence

Into the Silence, into the Silence,
Arise, O Spirit immortal,
Away from the turning Wheel, breaking the magical Circle.
Ascend, single and deathless:
Care no more for the whispers and the shoutings in the darkness.
Pass from the sphere of the grey and the little,
Leaving the cry and the struggle,
Into the Silence for ever.

Vast and immobile, formless and marvellous,
Higher than Heaven, wider than the universe,
In a pure glory of being,
In a bright stillness of self-seeing,
Communing with a boundlessness voiceless and intimate,
Make thy knowledge too high for thought, thy joy too deep for emotion;
At rest in the unchanging Light, mute with the wordless self-vision,
Spirit, pass out of thyself; Soul, escape from the clutch of Nature.
All thou hast seen cast from thee, O Witness.
Turn to the Alone and the Absolute, turn to the Eternal:
Be only eternity, peace and silence,
O world-transcending nameless Oneness,
Spirit immortal.


Monday, October 2, 2017

Samana - The flame of Silence

Receiving is that which is without beginning or end. There is but the recognition of the invitation. The Flame Of Silence resides in, and illumines the Heart, and this is the one true abode. Searching for enlightenment is the search for that which is, That which is always illumined, and one is That. There can be no search for That which IS. Searching for enlightenment is the play of desire and aversion as a means of substituting one notion of refuge for another. There is no escape, and there is nowhere to go. There is but the humble erosion of the fortress of notions scaffolded with belief, and humbling is the Grace of erosion.

Every arising of the story of i and the i itself is an offering. There is no escape, only the falling into the Heart. The play of desire and aversion is maintained by the habits of distraction. The Flame Of Silence is that which consumes all that is untrue, as love consumes all which is not love. Being is itself the way of purification, and this is to serve all Beingness.

All fragmentation is separation, and all fragmentation moves to wholeness as there is but the way of awakening. This is choiceless. There is no chooser of such. Wholeness is free of any division of inside outside. This is without end, as one welcomes the invitation of self, one welcomes the invitation as All. Separation is consumed by the eternal. There is but One Source, and as such, nowhere to go, no one doing anything, no doer.

There is but the recognition of the invitation. The enlightenment one seeks is the illumination within, prior to and not determined by any notion of self or story, yet these constructs and beliefs are the Grace which serve as the invitation and the welcoming. The Flame Of Silence is the eternal illumination which is the Heart, and this Heart is the one true abode. This is the Taste of light, as one is the illumined reflection of the illumined flame, yet never separate. May the Grace of the invitation and the welcoming be realized as One.

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Sunday, October 1, 2017

Friday, September 29, 2017

Aisha Salem - Freedom

While on the Way,
enlightenment is a matter of Life and Death,
a Soul-wrenching defiance of want and will,
scraping its bloody knuckles against the raw and unmoving rock of naked Truth.

No chance to build a bridge or cut a deal,
with the sharp-eyed mistress of Reality,
always and ever demanding you to proceed and complete,
never land, never rest, never sleep,
just further and further until awake, alive and undone.

Worn to the bone and cut by the sword,
burned by the fire and dead to dreams and hopes,
one day nothing more happens and peace occurs,
by the end of the distorting wish for the false to be real.
of seeing the true as true.

No longer buried again and again,
by the fear of dying or the temptation to exist,
by concepts of friends, family, country or society, future, past or even now,
but enthralled in the blessed mist of non-knowing, non-needing, non-existing.

Happiness and its kin unhappiness, replacement by Joy,
Love and its kin hatred, replacement by vast openness,
Good and its buddy bad, buried in the sand-dunes of free Life,
no need for silence and no appreciation of noise.

True self of noself emanating as sweet nothing,
the sky be your hat as the ocean be your gut.
Simplicity no longer contested nor requested,
just naturally the result of peace.

No one knows in advance the resiliance of your stubborness,
or temperature of your passion,
only you can forge the Sword in the fire of Truth.

Enlightenment – after all –
is nothing but a crazy game for crazy people,
and yet, it might be the only game worth playing,
for the warrior foolish, passionate and demanding enough,
to be willing to die for nothing.


Thursday, September 28, 2017

Chuck Surface - The kiss of Grace

 I read one day...
That if I did not do thus,
And refrain from doing thus,
There would be no hope for me.

When I asked The Beloved of this,
She bound my hands, and Kissed my Heart.

I saw, the world over...
Brokenhearted souls struggling,
To perfect their imperfections,
Feeling it necessary to win Her Love.

When I asked The Beautiful One of this,
She covered my eyes, and Kissed my Heart.

I heard one day…
That from the multitudes of humanity,
Only a very few begin The Journey,
And that of these very few,
Only the most virtuous come to Her.

When I asked my Love of this,
She covered my ears, and Kissed my Heart.

In time, I fell into confusion and despair,
Having read, heard, and seen,
So many conflicting descriptions of "reality",
So many conflicting assertions of "truth".

When I asked The Bestower of Grace of this,
She stole my mind, and Kissed my Heart.

When I told the orthodox of this Kiss,
They mocked my madness and delusion,
Chided my arrogance and conceit,
And forbade me burial in holy ground.

When I asked The Merciful One of this,

She buried me in Her Heart.

Harrison Rappaport - the Lust of Leaves for Sunlight

​At times,
I am no more.

drunk with presence --

no Path
except right here,
right now.

no Prize
but the gentle unfolding
of this moment.

no Person,
only bright expanse

the same holy Life
in my eyes,
 in the old oak,

in the creeping philodendrons
emerald, burgeoning --

the blissful lust of leaves
for sunlight.


Mirabai Starr - Extravagent Stillness

November 27, 2011
Recently, my dear friend Nancy Laupheimer, founder and director of the Taos Chamber Music Group, invited me to write a poem in response to Schubert’s Noturrno to open a concert whose themes centered around this period of darkness and introspection. Here is the piece I wrote and performed last weekend for the program. 


Be patient, my heart.
The time of the cave is coming.
The season of quiet.
The deep drink of stillness you have been thirsting for.
Secret, luminous darkness.
Fruitful, radiant night.
Your access has been paid.
All year you have made an offering of your life,
Flung your treasures into the clamoring hands of the world.
You have lost yourself in the lyrics,
Recollected yourself in the silence,
Forgotten again and again where you come from,
Where you are meant to return.
You have filled your belly with the season’s harvest,
Grown robust on bowls of chile and beans,
Apple muffins spread with honey.
You have split and stacked your kindling, patched your cloak.
There is nothing left undone.
Drop the distractions, now, and head home.
The door is open.
Go in.
Deeper and deeper inward.
Enter the womb of the world and take refuge there.
This is not the season of sorrow, but of gratitude.
The extravagant, fiery beauty of autumn heralds the coming of the holy quiet.
Be still.
Be wildly, voluptuously quiet.
Embrace your solitude like the child you never thought you could birth,
Like the lover you thought had died in the war,
who parts the curtains of your innermost chamber
in the middle of the night and slips into bed beside you.


Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Mark Mc Closkey - How to enter the Silence

The wonder of silence, of being, of God, of nothingness, of awareness is that there is nothing you need to do to get anything or any of it. I repeat there is nothing that needs to be done, by you or anyone else. Pure Silence is, now. Our only problem is that we have been taught and conditioned by years and years of belief systems that we are not in touch with that which is infinite, that which is unnamed, unknowable and all mighty. And so we have invented philosophies and religions and techniques and there have been prophets and messiahs and teachers and gurus and a myriad of self-help seminars and books about it all. I say to you now, you need none of it. There is nothing to find out which is not already here right now. There is nothing to understand, nothing to learn ,nothing to experience, no enlightenment, no salvation, no heaven and no hell, no savior and no devil. There is only a subtle awareness you have right now that you are and that this awareness is gentle, silent and loving.

You are the silence. All you need do is realize that by attending to that. Jesus said "the Kingdom of Heaven is within you." Yes, that is where you should look, within your very being, mind, brain, soul, whatever. See what is always there, always stable, always you. Once you see that, once you feel that, once you know that, there is nothing more to learn or know. Then you start to live your human life with it's myriads of problems and situations out of that. And your life is lived out of this silent peace and anything that arises in your life will be met in the Pure Silence and you will know how to respond to whatever comes your way, in truth, in compassion and in total reliance on that which contains you and is you.


Sunday, September 24, 2017

Seung Sahn - Before-thinking mind

Throw away all opinions, all likes and dislikes,
and only keep the mind that doesn’t know…
Your before-thinking mind, my before-thinking mind,
all people’s before-thinking minds are the same.
This is your substance.
Your substance, my substance,
and the substance of the whole universe become one.
So the tree, the mountain, the cloud, and you become one…
The mind that becomes one with the universe is before thinking.
Before thinking there are no words.
“Same” and “different” are opposites words;
they are from the mind that separates all things.”


Saturday, September 23, 2017

Pir Elias Amidon - Love letter

In this moment I rest. What rests? I look to see what it is that rests. What looks? I look to see what it is that looks. Not finding anything, I rest. What returns to resting?

Love letterIf I cannot find what it is that rests or that looks (and if anyone should be able to find it, I should), then it would seem that the “I” — that which rests and looks — does not exist. But how can I refer to something that does not exist? What am I referring to? If there is something that does not exist, it must somehow first claim existence so that it can be subject to nonexistence. Or what is this nonexistence?

Rumi’s father, Baha Walad, wrote in his notebook:

God has made this infinite nonexistence into a beloved. A hundred thousand beauties, appetites, passions, loves, views, courses of action, choices, fallings in love, caressings of lovers, sorts of faculties, kinds of life, stratagems, ruses, embraces, kisses, sweet meetings — God has pulled all of these over the face of nonexistence. Someone is needed who can gaze upon nonexistence, with tears running down his cheeks in his love for it.

So here we are — or aren’t — with tears running down our cheeks for love of all this. . . all this. . . . I love you, but what loves what? Is nonexistence in love with nonexistence?

Dawn breaks over the mountains and a new day opens for us. Where is the new day? Inside us? Outside? Does it exist? And for what or whom does it open?

Baha Walad’s son, Rumi, said to his friends:

We and our existences are all nonexistences,
but You are absolute Existence, appearing as annihilation.

The absolute Existence of God appears as annihilation? Sufis call this fana, the annihilation of seeming. It is considered the unavoidable requirement for spiritual realization. But if what is annihilated has no existence to begin with, how can annihilation take place?

Baha Walad says that “God has no howness,” so to ask how can annihilation take place is a pointless question. Dawn breaks over the mountains and a new day opens, but there is no how.

Let us praise God’s howlessness with our own! I love you, but how that is is howless. “A hundred thousand beauties, appetites, passions, loves, views, courses of action, choices, fallings in love, caressings of lovers, sorts of faculties, kinds of life, stratagems, ruses, embraces, kisses, sweet meetings” — these appear howlessly — a light show, a shadow play, a spectacular dream. Mirages ourselves, can we ever touch the real? Or can we be satisfied with saying “God has made this infinite nonexistence into a beloved?”

Beloved, you are nonexistence: your soft lips, your laugh, your waywardness, your kind eyes looking both at me and at something I cannot see within you, this nonexistence. I can only repeat to you these lines:

In the uncertain light of single, certain truth,
Equal in living changingness to the light
In which I meet you, in which we sit at rest,
For a moment in the central of our being,
The vivid transparence that you bring is peace.*

*from the dedication to Wallace Stevens’ Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction.

Source text Sufi Way


Friday, September 22, 2017

Buddha - Karaniya Metta Sutta

This is what should be done
By those who are skilled in goodness,
And who know the path of peace:
Let them be able and upright,
Straightforward and gentle in speech.
Humble and not conceited,
Contented and easily satisfied.
Unburdened with duties and frugal in their ways.
Peaceful and calm, and wise and skillful,
Not proud and demanding in nature.
Let them not do the slightest thing
That the wise would later reprove.
Wishing: in gladness and safety,
May all beings be at ease.
Whatever living beings there may be;
Whether they are weak or strong, omitting none,
The great or the mighty, medium, short or small,
The seen and the unseen,
Those living near and far away,
Those born and to-be-born –
May all beings be at ease!
Let none deceive another,
Or despise any being in any state.
Let none through anger or ill-will
Wish harm upon another.
Even as a mother protects with her life
Her child, her only child,
So with a boundless heart
Should one cherish all living beings;
Radiating kindness over the entire world;
Spreading upward to the skies,
And downward to the depths;
Outward and unbounded,
Freed from hatred and ill-will.
Whether standing or walking, seated or lying down,
Free from drowsiness,
One should sustain this recollection.
This is said to be the sublime abiding.
By not holding to fixed views,
The pure-hearted one, having clarity of vision,
Being freed from all sense desires,
Is not born again into this world. 


Sunday, September 17, 2017

Adyashanti - Silence

Just don’t mistake effort for struggle, for struggle is simply wasted effort.
But to attend to the inner silence of your being is what being itself calls you to do.
In many ways, silence is the greatest teacher and most wise teaching.
The call of the heart never confines itself to the mind’s ideas of whether effort is necessary or not.
It follows the impulse of silent intuition which is so much better aligned with what the moment dictates. Leave the mind to do what it is best at, namely calculating and describing things, and look to the wisdom born of silence for inner guidance relating to things of the spirit.

for Christine 

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Rumi - There’s a cup in the heart

There’s a cup in the heart
When it’s filled with faith
One should taste it
Without fear
It taste only sweet
A sweetness like no other
And when this sweetness gradually
Gets deeper
It becomes “Divine wine”
You have to drink it to the dregs
But this wine is without dregs
Its flow is endless
It displays the most “Beautiful Names”
When one of them is dropped
On your tongue
You will speak only “Love”
And see Divine
Wherever you look


Monday, September 11, 2017

Mystic Meandering - In Turbulent Times...

In these turbulent times of upheaval
on the surface of life,
dive deep...
into the Stillness of Being within,
where nothing is disturbed, nothing is harmed...

Externally it's all "The Mystery" playing
itself out in the construct of time - the Unmanifest in form.

In the Greater Context in which life takes place,
everything is allowed...
The world will go the way it goes -
life will continue to unfold the way it unfolds -
the light and the dark will continue to dance together -
in time-bound reality.

Do not focus only on the chaos;
mind-created contractions of fear and ignorance.

Instead...  Turn within...

Experience the depths of True Stillness,
the Stillness of the Everlasting Deep,
experience what's beyond the chaos and fear
- what holds the Cosmos together -
the enduring hum of Aliveness within all form...
Held in The Rhythm of Stillness that sustains Existence,
that IS Existence, Rest...
in the Embrace of That which animates all Life...


Mystic Meandering
Meditative Writings
Nov. 2016


Come into Peace...

Even in the midst of chaos there is Peace...
Even in the midst of complexity there is Simplicity...
Even in the midst of confusion there is Stability...

In everything there is Love...

Mystic Meandering


Sunday, September 10, 2017

Gangaji - Revealed

The simplicity of the truth is what keeps it out of the reach of any concept, including whatever concepts might be used in the moment to point to it. It is out of reach because it is too close to be reached. Concepts of the mind are distant compared to the closeness of the truth of who you are.
At a certain point you recognize that you don’t understand a thing, and you experience a moment of surrender. The paradox is that, as soon as you surrender the need to understand, you do understand; and the moment you think you do understand, you don’t understand.
In your willingness right now, in this moment, to relinquish all understanding, all that you ever searched for through understanding is revealed.

Danna Faulds - Let it go

Let go of the ways you thought life would unfold;
the holding of plans or dreams or expectations
Let it all go.  Save your strength to swim with the tide. 
The choice to fight what is here before you now will
only result in struggle, fear, and desperate attempts
to flee from the very energy you long for. 
Let go.
Let it all go and flow with the grace that washes through your days
whether you receive it gently or with all your quills raised to defend against invaders.
Take this on faith; the mind may never find the explanations that it seeks,
but you will move forward nonetheless.
Let go, and the wave’s crest will carry you to unknown shores,
beyond your wildest dreams or destinations. 
Let it all go and find the place of rest and peace,
and certain transformation.

©2002 by Danna Faulds
Published in her book Go In and In: Poems from the Heart of Yoga 

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Friday, September 8, 2017

Rumi - Know the power

 Love whispers in my ear,
“Better to be prey than a hunter.
Make yourself My fool.
Stop trying to be the sun and become a speck!
Dwell at My door and be homeless.
Don’t pretend to be a candle, be a moth,
so you may taste the savor of Life
and know the power hidden in serving.”