Monday, August 21, 2017

Mooji - Silence

The natural state of mind is to be silent, empty, open… it exists without intention! …If you think you need to practice silence, find silence, keep silence, then you have misunderstood.
All this, the universe, is happening in silence!

It is not about running to find some silence…it is to recognise the Silence which cannot be disturbed wherever you find yourself, what ever the circumstances, however loud the noise… reactions of any nature do not exist… it is not a behaviour or an enforcement…you and the Silence are the same.

All this talking, this pointing, is only to reveal your own Silence…and it doesn’t take time! …when you stand in front of the mirror, it doesn’t say…’Look, I am busy right now, come back in half an hour! …So powerful is the mirror of enquiry, immediately you are seen! …and then you know the indescribable, the formless directly …Maybe you cannot speak about it, but your suffering is over …your fears are over…you conquer death itself!

So many of you, at the nearest opportunity of discovery, make excuses and run away, afraid to burn the last attachment to ‘I’ …the opportunity is to face it, to feel it and to see that you are the Untouchable.


Sunday, August 20, 2017

T. S. Eliot - I said to my soul

I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness,
And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away--
Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations
And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence
And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen
Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about;
Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing--
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing. 

Friday, August 18, 2017

Wei Wu Wei - The Inconceivable

THE  SPACE-TIME,  subject-object  phenomenal  universe 
is  a manifestation of mind, of which day and sleep dreaming
are examples in a second degree.
The result of this individualisation process, based on seriality,
which all degrees of dreamers know as “reality,”
has no objective  resemblance  to  that  which  causes  it  to  appear,
because that which causes it to appear has no objective quality at all.
Therefore that is totally inaccessible to any form of objective cognition,
let alone of description. The only words that can indicate it at all are
This, Here, Now, and Am, and in a context which is entirely abstract.
The negative method is provisional only; it turns from the
positive to its counterpart, and then negates both. That wipes out
everything objective and leaves an emptiness which represents  fullness, 
total  absence  which  represents  total  presence.
Here the thinking (and not-thinking) process ends,
and the absence itself of that IS the Inconceivable.
Inconceivable  for  whoever  attempts  to  conceive  it. 
But who suggested that we should do that? 

excerpt from

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Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Mirabai Starr - Longing for the Beloved

There is a longing that burns at the root of spiritual practice. This is the fire that fuels your journey. The romantic suffering you pretend to have grown out of, that remains coiled like a serpent beneath the veneer of maturity. You have studied the sacred texts. You know that separation from your divine source is an illusion. You subscribe to the philosophy that there is nowhere to go and nothing to attain, because you are already there and you already possess it.

But what about this yearning? What about the way a poem by Rilke or Rumi breaks open your heart and triggers a sorrow that could consume you if you gave in to it? You’re pretty sure this is not a matter of mere psychology. It has little to do with unresolved issues of childhood abandonment, or codependent tendencies to falsely place the source of your wholeness outside yourself. The longing is your recognition of the deepest truth that God is love and that this is all you want. Every lesser desire melts when it comes near that flame.

You realize that not everyone experiences this. For some people, the spiritual journey is not so dramatic. It’s less about the overwhelming desire for union with some invisible Beloved than it is about quietly waking up. It’s about developing compassion, rather than suffering passion. There are people who never doubt that God is with them, and so there is nothing to long for.

But there are those, like you, who have felt the Divine move like an ocean inside them, and, incapable of sustaining an unbroken relationship with that vastness, feel they have been banished to the desert when the wave recedes. There is a tribe of holy lovers, who have tasted the glorious sweetness that lies on the other side of yearning, when the boundaries of the separate self momentarily melt into the One, before the cold wind of ordinary consciousness blows through again, and restores your individuality. You would risk everything to rekindle that annihilating fire. You would leave your shoes at the door and run after the cosmic flute player, if only you could hear that music one more time.

You give up everything for one glimpse of the Beloved’s face. You sneak into his chamber in the middle of the night and say, “Here I am. Ravish me.” But when you awake the next morning, swooning and alone, you realize you missed the entire encounter. You throw your clay cup on the cobblestones and it shatters. You thought you would marry, bear babies, make a career in broadcasting. You wander city streets during siesta hour and wonder where he is sleeping. Your longing and your satisfaction are reciprocal. The moan of separation is the cry of union. . . .

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Zenkei Shibayama - Blooming

Silently a flower blooms,
In silence it falls away;
Yet here now, at this moment, at this place,
The world of the flow, the whole of
the world is blooming.
This is the talk of the flower,
the truth of the blossom;
The glory of eternal life is fully shining


Jeff Foster - I AM

I am, and I am not.

I have no form. And that is why I cherish this form so deeply.

I have no body. And so I can inhabit my body so completely.

I have no age. And so I can live these precious years so fully, never knowing when the movie called 'Me' will end, timeless yet in love with time, surrendered to the Moment.

I am unlimited. I have no limits. And so I limit myself in ingenious ways. I play with boundaries and edges, multiplicity and Oneness. I love dancing in the in-betweens, bridging gaps, holding on and letting go, grabbing and releasing. All movements are dear to me. I have no bias. I love the opening and the closing too.

I am perfection, and so I love making mistakes. I have nothing to lose, no image to uphold.

I am divinity and I am a mess. I am God and I am a weird, original, flawed, unfinished painting of a human being.

I am life. I am play. I am the joy of discovery.

I witness through the eyes of a newborn, through the eyes of a dying man, through YOUR eyes.

I am pure paradox, complete mystery, utter wonder.

You will never capture me! And yet I am here, always!


Mirabai - Why undertake fasts and pilgrimages?

O my mind,
Worship the lotus feet of the Indestructible One!
Whatever thou seest twixt earth and sky
Will perish.

Why undertake fasts and pilgrimages?
Why engage in philosophical discussions?
Why commit suicide in Banaras?
Take no pride in the body,
It will soon be mingling with the dust.

This life is like the sporting of sparrows,
It will end with the onset of night.
Why don the ochre robe
And leave home as a sannyasi?

Those who adopt the external garb of a Jogi,
But do not penetrate to the secret,
Are caught again in the net of rebirth.
Mira's Lord is the courtly Giridhara.
Deign to sever, O Master.
All the knots in her heart.


Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Thomas Merton - Shadow

In humility is the greatest freedom.
As long as you have to defend the imaginary self
that you think is important, you lose your peace of heart.
As soon as you compare that shadow
with the shadows of other people, you lose all joy,
because you have begun to trade in unrealities
and there is no joy in things that do not exist.


Sunday, August 13, 2017

Shabkar - A Song by a Yogi in Solitude

Free indeed is the yogi
who lives everywhere with abandon:
in cave houses atop mountains,
in the shade of blossoming trees,
in a hut amid the open fields,
in a small white cotton tent.

I will sing from afar
a song of joy and peace:

Because of you, O guru, most sublime and wise,
whose kindness surpasses even the Buddha's,
I understand the truth:
that all events and happenings --
the union of form and emptiness --
are nothing but the play of the mind.

Mysterious, incomprehensible,
I realize, is my mind --
the root of prison and freedom,
ungraspable, without substance.

Living in solitude I place my mind
with natural ease upon suchness --
this mind, as light as a wisp of cotton fluff.
The darkness of unknowing
recedes at its own pace,
and the vast sky of the infinite real
wakes with the light of dawn.

"Whether it is or it is not" --
doubts engendered by skepticism --
are qualms with no significance,
questions the Buddhas wouldn't answer.

Oh, the great congregation:
yogis of the mahamudra, famed and wise,
who see the naked face of the real,
while residing atop Tsari Mountain,
a heavenly realm, true abode of dakinis,
where all mystic events flow spontaneous.

Oh, enter the four features
of dharmakaya -- the Reality Essence:
empty as space, brilliant as sun,
transparent as mirror, sharp as eyes.

Let us then travel together
to the realm of the real itself.
As the discourse of philosophers,
conducted by all-knowing scholars
in the debating courtyards,
is a melodious tune to the ear,
so too are songs of experience
sung in solitude by yogis
who have entered the Great Oneness --
mahamudra and Zokpa Chenpo

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Robert Adams - Ask yourself: ‘Who am I?

    When you really understand who you are you will experience unalloyed happiness. Happiness that you only dreamt about. Happiness in the silence, where nothing is happening, but you’re happy, always happy, always at peace. All of the gods that you’ve been praying to all of your life, all of the buddhas you’ve taken refuge in, the Krishnas, the Kalimas, the Shivas, the Christ, Allah, they’re all within you. You are That! There is no God that is external to you. There is no Buddha and God and you. There is only the one Self and you are that. Ponder this.

    We all want to be happy. How to become happy, what do we have to do? Sit by yourself, go deep within yourself and realize the truth about yourself, which is: you are not the subject or the object. You are not the seer or the thing seen. You are the witness to all these things. The witness, everything you see. You watch, you look, you observe. And yet, you’re not the watcher, you’re not the looker, you’re not the observer.

    You’re like a clay pot. A clay pot has space inside and outside. The space inside is not any different than the space outside. When the clay pot breaks, the space inside merges with the outside. It’s only one space. So it is with us. Your body is like a clay pot and it appears you have to go within to find the truth. The outward appears to be within you. The outward is also without you. There’s boundless space. When the body is transcended, it’s like a broken clay pot. The Self within you becomes the Self outside of you. The Self merges with the Self. Some people call the inner Self the atman. And yet it is called Brahman. When there is no body in the way, the atman and the Brahman become one. They become Brahman, one-ness, absolute reality, pure awareness. They become free and liberated.

    We don’t have to wait until the body dies for this to happen, it can happen to us now. You can become totally free and liberated now, if you will. All you have to do is let go. You let go of everything that’s been keeping you in bondage, mentally. Listen to your heart. Observe yourself. Become cognizant of your feelings, your emotions. Is this really you? Are you really your emotions? Are you really your feelings that you observe? Where do these feelings come from? Ask yourself: ‘Who am I? Where do my feelings come from? Where do my thoughts come from? Where does my life come from? Who is being alive? Who is growing up, becoming old and dying? Who is playing this game? Who is the I that is playing this game? Who is the I that is playing this game? Who am I?’

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All is well and everything is unfolding as it should

    The highest teaching in the world is silence. There is nothing higher than this. A devotee who sits with a sage purifies his mind just by being with the sage. The mind automatically becomes purified. No words exchanged, no words said. Silence is the ultimate reality. Everything exists in this world through silence. True silence really means going deep within yourself to that place where nothing is happening, where you transcend time and space. You go into a brand new dimension of nothingness. That’s where all the power is. That’s your real home. That’s where you really belong, in deep silence where there is no good and bad, no one trying to achieve anything. Just being, pure being.

Robert Adams: Silence of the Heart
(To Christine)

Andy Petro - Oneness

I remember being a child
No older than four or five
I tried to teach my parents
The wonders of being alive
I talked about the Oneness
And how it connected us all

The Light was essential to our being
Hidden in the eyes of the great and small
I remembered being in the Light
Consumed by unconditional love
Celebrating being unique pieces
Of the infinite, loving Light above
I am a holographic fragment
Of the Oneness contained in the Light

We are all vibrating in that Oneness
It gives us universal, loving insight
I was confused in three-dimensional space
Separation and judgment were taught to me
Fear and hatred were the rule of the day

I searched for the Light to set me free
When I returned from my earth-death
My beliefs and memories were at odds
I wandered the earth for many years
Searching for the Light in many gods

In the silent space between my thoughts
My truth and the Light’s truth became one
A smile of unconditional love was on my face
As I filled with the Light—
My long journey is done.

-  Andy Petro - Alive in the Light: Remembering Eternity


Saturday, August 5, 2017

Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee - Holy

"The heart’s witness of the Divine—listening, watching, being fully attentive within the heart, becoming receptive in our whole being—is a profound way of attuning ourself to the sacred.

As Rumi writes:

"Make everything in you an ear, each atom of your being, and you will hear at every moment what the Source is whispering to you, just to you and for you, without any need for my words or anyone else’s.
You are—we all are—the beloved of the Beloved, and in every moment, in every event of your life, the Beloved is whispering to you exactly what you need to hear and know. Who can ever explain this miracle? It simply is. Listen and you will discover it every passing moment."

Watching, listening, we develop the ear of the heart, the eye of the heart, the inner receptivity of the soul. And if we can listen to the Beloved within creation, to the miracle of the Earth in all Her forms, we will hear the Beloved speak to us as She spoke to our ancestors. We will find ourself in a world as whole as it is holy."

From his new book: SPIRITUAL ECOLOGY
10 Practices to Reawaken the Sacred in Everyday Life
Chapter 8: Prayer


Friday, August 4, 2017

Robert Adams - Teacher

Q: Could you talk about the importance of a teacher for Self-realization, and how the relationship between teacher and student works?

R: The teacher is really yourself. You have created a teacher to wake you up. The teacher would not be here if you were not dreaming about the teacher. You have created a teacher out of your mind in order to awaken, to see that there is no teacher, no world — nothing. You have done this all by yourself. Congratulations!

This is your dream. You have a teacher in front of you, explaining all these things to you, saying that you have to awaken sooner or later. If you go further, you will see, in truth, that you are already awake. Then all the rest will disappear.

While this is going on, there is a relationship between the student and the teachings. You are playing a game you created yourself. You create a teacher to wake you up, but you are already awake and do not know it. A teacher gives you teachings, gives you grace, and lets you understand that you are already awake and in peace. In return, you take care of the teacher. It is a reciprocal game. It is your game, it is your dream. Therefore, awaken now and be free.

“The Mountain Path” by Robert Adams.


Rod Hemsell - Divine Sight

My heart is now a lotus
of truth and beauty and light
the rising falling waves
of the mountain are my breath
the mirror of the sky
reflects the vastness of divinity
and a vision of delight
shines on every face
every flower grows brighter
with the sunlight from my eyes
and I hear in every heartbeat
the rhythms of infinity.
But now the winds of storm
bring clouds across my brow
and the fire in my blood
fills rivers, lakes and seas
with the power to awaken
from the falsehood and the dream
and rise above the petty human mind
with its aberrant little schemes
break its bonds and spread new wings
like a hawk on heaven's streams
and flame into crystal realms
of freedom, joy and love. 


Thursday, August 3, 2017

Fernando Pessoa - Discontinuous Poems

The frightful reality of things
Is my everyday discovery.
Each thing is what it is.
How can I explain to anyone how much
I rejoice over this, and find it enough?

To be whole, it is enough to exist.

I have written quite a number of poems
And may write many more, of course.
Each poem of mine explains it,
Though all my poems are different,
Because each thing that exists is always proclaiming it.

Sometimes I busy myself with watching a stone,
I don't begin thinking whether it feels.
I don't force myself to call it my sister,

But I enjoy it because of its being a stone,
I enjoy it because it feels nothing,
I enjoy it because it is not at all related to me.

At times I also hear the wind blow by
And find that merely to hear the wind blow makes
          it worth having been born.

I don't know what others will think who read this;
But I find it must be good because I think it
         without effort,
And without the idea of others hearing me think,
Because I think it without thoughts,
Because I say it as my words say it.

Once they called me a materialist poet
And I admired myself because I never thought
That I might be called by any name at all.
I am not even a poet: I see.
If what I write has any value, it is not I who am
The value is there, in my verses.
All this has nothing whatever to do with any will
       of mine.


Arthur Schopenhauer - Clear water

Imagining we have free will is
exactly as if water spoke to itself:

I can make waves
(yes! in the sea during a storm),

I can rush downhill
(yes! in the river bed),

I can plunge down foaming and gushing
(yes! in the waterfall),

I can rise freely as a stream of water into the air
(yes! in the fountain),

I can, finally, boil away and disappear
(yes! at a certain temperature);

but I am doing none of these things now,
and am of my own accord remaining quiet
and clear water in the reflecting pond


Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Wei Wu Wei - Neither bound nor free

In this dream we call life it is nearly taken for granted
that each of us possess the ability to exercise volition as manifested in our actions.
Yet, in truth, our presumed phenomenal identities react rather than act
and our way of life is primarily a series of reflexes conditioned by instinct, fashion, and propaganda.

Search as we may for an entity that exercises volition
and all we can find is a somewhat vague, indefinable impulse.
It would seem unjustifiable to assume that this impulse
is capable affecting the process of manifestation;
it is more likely that the impulse is an element of manifestation.
 As such, it has often been noted by philosophers and endorsed by metaphysicians,
that we are entirely ‘lived’ and the concept of volition is but an illusory inference.

That is why Buddha has repeatedly stated in the Diamond Sutra,
we are not volitional entities.
We are a knowing or in-seeing, devoid of any trace-element of objectivity,
neither bound nor free.


Internal Flight - Estas Tonne


This is what the ongoing monologue is about: it tells about the long-lasting search of answers to our inner questions. Once we hear this voice inside, we start our way to ourselves. Sooner or later, each of us has to step on this path at certain point of life. 


Saturday, July 29, 2017

Kabir - That which you are

I said to the wanting-creature inside me:
what is this river you want to cross?

There are no travelers on the river-road, and no road.
Do you see anyone moving about on that bank, or resting?

There is no river at all, and no boat, and no boatman.
There is no towrope either, and no one to pull it.
There is no ground, no sky, no time no bank, no ford!
And there is no body, and no mind!

Do you believe there is some place that will make the
soul less thirsty?
In that great absence you will find nothing.

Be strong then, and enter into your own body;
there you have a solid place for your feet.

Think about it carefully!
Don’t go off somewhere else!

Kabir says this: just throw away all thoughts of
imaginary things,
and stand firm in that which you are.

The Kabir Book: Forty Four of the Ecstatic Poems of Kabir, Translation by Robert Bly.
Beacon Press, Boston, 1993.

Mary Oliver - The dance

 Don’t call this world adorable, or useful, that’s not it.

It’s frisky, and a theater for more than fair winds.
The eyelash of lightning is neither good nor evil.
The struck tree burns like a pillar of gold.

But the blue rain sinks, straight to the white
feet of the trees
whose mouths open.
Doesn’t the wind, turning in circles, invent the dance?
Haven’t the flowers moved, slowly, across Asia, then Europe,
until at last, now, they shine
in your own yard?

Don’t call this world an explanation, or even an education.

When the Sufi poet whirled, was he looking
outward, to the mountains so solidly there
in a white-capped ring, or was he looking
to the center of everything: the seed, the egg, the idea
that was also there,
beautiful as a thumb
curved and touching the finger, tenderly,
little love-ring,

as he whirled,
oh jug of breath,
in the garden of dust? 

Mary Oliver, from Why I Wake Early (2004)


Rupert Spira - The nature of mind

All that is known, or could ever be known, is experience. Struggle as we
may with the implications of this statement, we cannot legitimately deny
it. Being all that could ever be known, experience itself must be the test
of reality. If we do not take experience as the test of reality, belief will be
the only alternative. Experience and belief – or ‘the way of truth and the
way of opinion’, as Parmenides expressed it in the fifth century bce – are
the only two possibilities.

All that is known is experience, and all that is known of experience is
mind. By the word ‘mind’ in this context I don’t just mean internal
thoughts and images, as in common parlance; I mean all experience. This
includes both our so-called internal experience of thoughts, images, feelings
and sensations, and our so-called external experience of consensus
reality, that is, the world that we know through the five sense perceptions.
Mind thus includes all thinking, imagining, remembering, feeling, sensing,
seeing, hearing, touching, tasting and smelling.

If all that could ever be known is experience, and all experience is
known in the form of mind, then in order to know the nature or ultimate
reality of anything that is known, it is first necessary to know the
nature of mind. That is, the first imperative of any mind that wishes to
know the nature of reality must be to investigate and know the reality
of itself.

Whether mind perceives a world outside of itself, as is believed under the
prevailing materialist paradigm, or projects the world within itself, as is
believed in the consciousness-only approach suggested in this book, everything
that is known or experienced is known or experienced through the
medium of mind. As such, the mind imposes its own limits on everything
that it sees or knows, and thus all its knowledge and experience appear as
a reflection of its own limitations. It is for this reason that scientists will
never discover the reality of the universe until they are willing to explore
the nature of their own minds.

Everything the mind knows is a reflection of its own limitations, just
as everything appears orange when we are wearing a pair of orangetinted
glasses. Once we are accustomed to the orange glasses, orange
becomes the new norm. The orange colour we see seems to be an inherent
property of consensus reality and not simply a result of the limitations
of the medium through which we perceive. In the same way,
the mind’s knowledge of anything is only as good as its knowledge of
itself. Indeed, the mind’s knowledge of things is a reflection and an extension
of its knowledge of itself. Therefore, the highest knowledge a
mind can attain is the knowledge of its own nature. All other knowledge
is subordinate to and appears in accordance with the mind’s knowledge
of itself.

In fact, until the mind knows its own essential nature, it cannot be sure
that anything it knows or experiences is absolutely true and not simply a
reflection of its own limitations. Thus, the knowledge of the ultimate nature
of mind through which all knowledge and experience are known
must be the foundation of all true knowledge. Therefore, the ultimate
question the mind can ask is, ‘What is the nature of mind?’
The common name that the mind gives to itself is ‘I’. Hence, we say, ‘I am
reading’, ‘I am thinking’, ‘I am seeing’, and so on. For this reason, the
question ‘What is the nature of mind?’ could be reformulated as, ‘Who
or what am I?’ The answer to this question is the most profound knowledge
that the mind can attain. It is the supreme intelligence.
The question ‘What is the ultimate nature of the mind?’ or ‘Who or what
am I?’ is a unique question in that it is the only question that does not
investigate the objective content of the mind but rather the essential nature
of mind itself. For this reason the answer to this question is also unique.

The answer to any question about the objective content of mind will always
itself appear as objective knowledge. For example, the question
‘What is two plus two?’ and the answer ‘Four’ are both objective contents
of mind. But the nature of the mind itself never appears in, nor can it be
accurately described in the terms of, objective knowledge, just as the
screen never appears as an image in a movie.

The mind’s recognition of its own essential nature is a different kind of
knowledge, a knowledge that is the ultimate quest of all the great religious,
spiritual and philosophical traditions and that, although we may
not realise it, lies at the heart of each person’s longing for peace, fulfilment
and love.

text from the book:

Friday, July 28, 2017

Lotlot Diaz - Silence

The silence after a frenzied riot,
After a terrible shooting fray,
After the noise of neighbors quarrel,
After a furious, explosive day...
This is the silence man longs for.

The silence of a wife o'er a partners death,
Of the rich whose wealth has turn to ashes,
Of a maiden whose lover has left for battles,
Of a gambler over gigantic losses...
This is the silence of grief accursed.

The silence of an adoring lover,
Of a zealot over an obsession,
Of one marveling at great wonders,
Of a dreamer gazing at illusions...
This is the silence of discovery.

The silence of a thief hemmed in by cops,
Of a warrior trapped in a war arena,
Of a seaman forsaken in a sinking vessel,
Of a chief of state midst a coup d'etat...
This is the silence of fear and terror.

There's a silence that is comforting,
There's a silence of doubts and fears,
There's a silence of deep regretting,
There's a silence of grief and tears...
But the silence that is needed,
For wisdom to thrive and unfold,
Is that which enables man to listen,
For this is the silence that is gold...
This is the silence we need most. 

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Joseph S. Benner -The impersonal life



To you who read, I speak.
To you, who, through long years and much running to and fro, have been eagerly seeking, in books and
teachings,  in  philosophy  and  religion,  for  you  know  not  what  ---Truth,  Happiness,  Freedom,  God;
To you whose Soul is weary and discouraged and almost destitute of hope;
To you, who many times have obtained a glimpse of that "Truth" only to find, when you followed and tried
to  reach  it,  that  it  disappeared  in  the  beyond,  and  was  but  the  mirage  of  the  desert;
To you, who thought you had found it in some great teacher, who was perhaps the acknowledged head of
some Society, Fraternity or Religion, and who appeared to you to be a "Master," so marvelous was the
wisdom he taught and the works he performed; -- only to awaken later to the realization that that "Master"
was but a human personality, with faults and weaknesses, and secret sins, the same as you, even though
that personality may have been a channel through which were voiced many beautiful teachings, which
seemed to you the highest "Truth;"
And  here  you  are,  Soul  aweary  and  enhungered,  and  not  knowing  where  to  turn  ---
To you, I AM come.
Likewise to you, who have begun to feel the presence of that "Truth" within your Soul, and seek the
confirmation  of  that  which  of  late  has  been  vaguely  struggling  for  living  expression  within;
Yes, to all you who hunger for the true "Bread of Life," I AM come.
Are you ready to partake?
If so, then arouse yourself. Sit up. Still your human mind and follow closely My Word herein spoken. Or you
will  turn  away  disappointed  once  more,  with  the  aching  hunger  still  in  your  heart.
Who am I? ---
I, Who speak with such seeming knowledge and authority?
I AM You, that part of you who IS and KNOWS;
And always knew, and always was.
Yes, I AM You, Your SELF; that part of you who says I AM and is I AM;
That transcendent, innermost part of you which quickens within as you read, which responds to this My
Word, which perceives Its Truth, which recognizes all Truth and discards all error wherever found. Not that
part which has been feeding on error all these years.
For  I  AM  your  real  Teacher,  the  only  real  one  you  will  ever  know,  and  the  only  MASTER;
I, your Divine SELF.

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Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Michael Shepherd - Rumi's Silence

Rumi wrote much about silence.
Does that seem strange?

Poets live with silence:
the silence before the poem;
the silence whence the poem comes; .

the silence in between the words, as you
drink the words, watch them glide through your mind,
feel them slide down your throat
towards your heart;

the silence which you share with the poet
when the poem ends, sitting side by side,
feeling one another being one heart;

the silence after the poem,
when you are a different person
from the person who started reading the poem,
think differently, move differently,
act differently; know Rumi a little better
as a friend; know yourself a little more
as a friend.

Rumi was asked, why do you
talk, talk, talk, so much
about silence?

He said, the radiant one inside me
has said nothing.

And that’s the silence which we listen to
and hear in Rumi’s heart,
here, sitting in the cool shade
which the scent of roses seems to love,
while the fountain gently plays like a poet
with sound and silence. 


Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Vasishtha - Empty like space

That self is empty like space; but it is not nothingness, 
since it is consciousness. 
It is: yet because it cannot be experienced by the
mind and senses, it is not. 
It being the self of all, it is not experienced
(as the object of experience) by anyone. 
Though one, it is reflected
in the infinite atoms of existence 
and hence appears to be many.
This appearance is however unreal… 
But the self is not unreal. 
It is not a void or nothingness: 
for it is the self of all… 


Monday, July 24, 2017

Words of Old Tcheng

The Words of Old Tcheng first appeared in the French journal, Etre, in 1974.

Where this text first originated and at what time are unknown. It was given by a Buddhist monk in the form of a written document to a Frenchman who was visiting Indochina.
Indications of style suggest that it may belong to the school of Zen founded by Hui Neng, the 6th Zen patriarch.

The Text contains very direct teachings on 'Non Duality,' and because they are eternally relevant, whether they appeared several centuries ago or just yesterday, they are imbued with that special timeless power that propels 'truth' towards opening the minds and hearts of sincere seekers, whoever they may be, where ever they may live, what ever they may do.

For this reason i decided to include a selection of passages from this text in a post that would be easily available to all who are sincerely interested. The passages below contain points that encompass  pith instructions and which, if  taken into the heart and meditated upon without thought or contrivance, can lead directly to recognition of one's true nature


Old Tcheng said:

"To see the primordial spirit is to see it whether there are thoughts
are not, whether one is immobile or active, whether one is speaking
like I am before you, or whether one is silent, whether one is an
emperor, a monk, or some one with neither hearth nor home. What does
it really matter?

What difference is there between the Buddha and the illiterate rustic
monk who only knows how to split wood but who sees the primordial

There is not one particular primordial spirit for Bodhidharma
and another for old Tcheng or for each of you.

The primordial spirit is the primordial spirit.
Nothing else can be said about it. Even
that is too much already.

What others have said about the primordial spirit and what I am saying can only be of use to encourage you to search directly yourselves, without having recourse to any authority and without any tricks. Every thing else will only blur your sight
and divert you from the one and only enquiry that should possess you
entirely, wherever you are and whatever you do: meditating, sweeping
the court or answering the call of nature. But when I see what you do
to the words of the patriarchs and my own, better that the patriarchs
and I had been drowned at birth.

"...the world and you are nothing but thoughts of the individual mind since they both disappear along with all other thoughts when you fall asleep.

This also applies to the stale thought of your petty mind about the Buddha, the Path and the primordial spirit.

So understand once and for all how useless all your efforts are to penetrate the impenetrable through thought and action.

You may as well desire to catch the wind. But if you are unencumbered and totally receptive to the primordial spirit, you will instead be caught by it directly."

" Since you have heard of the void as being the supreme achievement, you try
to attain it. Thus you lapse in to torpor and an in-sensitiveness which you
take for the emptiness of the primordial spirit.

Having heard about the absolute as being the ultimate state, you imagine
that all things are equal and nothing is worthy of respect. Thus you lapse
into casualness and anarchy which you take for the unity of the primordial

As you have heard about purity being total bliss, you strive to attain it.
Thus you lapse into intransigence and a rigidity which you take for the
transparency of the primordial spirit.

Having heard about detachment being the one and only freedom, you try to
separate your selves from the world and yourselves. Thus you lapse into
indifference which you take for the independence of the primordial spirit.

"... It is the primordial spirit that is said to be emptiness,
unity, transparency and independence. The component of the wheel of existence is that you are can never any of these faculties.

But if you would see the primordial spirit, you would know that it is your real nature, that it cannot be qualified in any way and that in reality no name can be given to it.

You would then also know that the terms void, absolute, purity,
detachment and even primordial spirit itself, are nothing but words that
only exist for you on account of your blindness and ignorance.

"Everyone  is illuminated by the primordial spirit. Some see it, others do not know it.  That is the only difference between them.

"You do not need anyone else to see the light of the sun.  All that others may say about this is useless to you.  You are in the light. It warms your body and yet you cannot grab it in such a way that you may put it in a box. All efforts to possess it are doomed to fail from the start. You can neither catch it nor get rid of it.
This was already said by some old blabbermouth and others before him.

The same applies to the primordial spirit.  It is always present and just as luminous as the light of the sun. You can neither claim it nor get rid of it."

" He who has seen one grain of sand has seen all grains of sand from all shores and from the bottom of all the seas of the world.  If you see the primordial spirit, you see the entire primordial spirit and you are a Buddha.

I am before you like a piece of wood that resounds.  There is no merit nor importance to that because beings such as old Tcheng, who let the same sound be heard, have never been lacking and never will be until the end of man-kind.  But unfortunately for you, since you are always preoccupied only with appearances, you only consider the piece of wood that is resounding.  Consequently the primordial spirit does not find the echo in you that would make you suddenly realise that you are not and have never been other than the primordial spirit."

"If there are any among you who, while listening to me, are struck by
something greater and profounder than my words, which is not the sort of
complacent torpor which so many revel in, imagining that they are
established in the primordial spirit, but a simple and active lucidity,
well, only to those can I indicate the right direction and show the way.
Their own crust will finally crack; suddenly drop and they will see the gem
of the primordial spirit sparkle.

I do not intervene in this matter as a person. I am only a channel for the
primordial spirit that some people sense through me, old Tcheng, who is
otherwise also like the crust covering a precious gem.

As long as I asked questions about the primordial spirit I can only be
silent or answer 'no.'

As for he who sees the primordial spirit, he does not need old Tcheng.

If you were true men, your thoughts and actions would be right and at all
times appropriate to their purpose. But since you are unable to see your
Buddha nature you make up for your ignorance by appropriating the thoughts,
conduct and actions of those you have placed above your heads. Your concern
to ape what others think and do - that is crust that prevents you from
seeing the primordial spirit...

" ...Your innate nature is in no way different from the Buddha nature.
What you are lacking is that you do not know it unambiguously. That is all.
That is what you are lacking and that is what drives you to try to become
what you have never ceased to be. To have evidence of the primordial spirit,
that is what your existence is all about. When you stray from it the
slightest bit you immediately relapse into the endless confusion and turmoil
of cause and effect.
This is the unique teaching of old Tcheng."

"The true nature of beings and things is not superior in him who sees it nor inferior in him who does not know it. It remains unaffected whether it is known or not, nor is it affected by anything that you attach to it."

"Now, listen to me with the utmost attention.  I will reveal to you the great secret of the primordial spirit. It is the most important thing that has ever been said about it.

Here it is:


 Where upon, Old Tscheng executed a pirouette and disappeared. No one has ever seen or heard about him since.


Sources: Text was transmitted by J Garillot.It was translated from French into English by E. Van Den Muyzenberg

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