Ed Crowley - Unknown Wanderer

 

The Unknown Wanderer

comes upon a bridge 

high in the snow capped 

Himalayan mountains 

The bridge flows as 

smoothly as the Tao

The river is as still 

as the Silence within 

beyond the mind 

There is no past, 

present or future 

There is absolutely 

no time at all, not even 

the moment of Now

The Sage is in the gap 

of Reality between 

all words and Silence 

You may find this description 

unreal and strange to imagine 

The solution is quite simple 

if you read it slowly again

In the snow capped 

Himalayan mountains 

the river is frozen and 

thus appears not to flow

The bridge is the entrance 

to the gateless gate and 

thus it’s just a drawbridge 

that moves up and down 

Those are the logical 

explanations but now 

we enter the realm of 

the mysterious Essence 

of the Indescribable Tao

Now once again

He simply sits Zazen 

Dropping body and mind

Leaving all thoughts behind 

The Sage now passes 

through the gateless 

gate into eternity 

Entering the true 

nature of Reality 

Within here there’s 

infinite realms so

far beyond mind

So you can leave all 

that logic far behind 

The Sage goes beyond 

mind to the stillness of the 

Silence within, this is where 

Wisdom and Creativity reside 

Here the Sage 

is the subtle 

Observer and 

will silently abide

He sees the One perceiving 

every myriad being and thing 

reflecting light and love back 

to Itself throughout infinity 

and attains instant Realization 

With a subtle energy adjustment 

of the frequency of vibration

A sacred secret the

Wanderer was taught 

by ancient Taoist Sages

Passed down to him

throughout the ages

He becomes one 

with the eternal Tao

Which by now 

you’ve Realized is 

the Perceiver Itself,

flowing in the eternal 

stream of the past, 

the future and Now

From the summit of 

Hidden Mountain 

Where Dōgen's enlightened 

moon doesn’t even break 

the surface of the pond 

that may or may not 

indirectly through Zazen

practice contain that elusive 

imaginary youthful fountain 

The Wanderer observes 

time as it keeps flowing 

throughout the ages

It’s a continuous river of 

knowledge that recites 

sutras, doctrines, discourses, 

holy books, ancient bamboo 

Taoist scrolls and scriptures 

that holy men of all walks of 

life drink down believing it’s 

the nectar directly from their 

respective gods, buddhas, 

prophets, Saints and Sages

All the holy men and women 

have faith in all the pages

The Unknown Wanderer 

Knows all these books are 

simply guideposts on the Way 

His mind has transcended 

all book knowledge as he has 

broken through Unmons barrier 

another successful gateway

He’s Consciousness Itself 

Simply Boundless and free 

He Realizes all myriad beings 

and things are One Reality

No books contain

the Consciousness 

within the emptiness 

of the field of Rigpa 

It’s the direct experience 

of the Buddhas dharma

Living each and every 

moment just one by one

It encompasses 

absolutely everyone 

It’s not just 

mine or yours

Realization occurs 

Total Realization 

is as Dōgen stated

“Not anyone in particular;

But, like the deep blue color

Of the limitless sky,

It is for everyone, 

everywhere in the world “

And furthermore 

recalling 

Bodhidharmas 

famous poem:

“Transmission outside doctrine, 

No dependencies on words. 

Pointing directly at the mind,

Thus seeing oneself truly 

Attaining Buddhahood.”

The Sage now experiences the

Middle Way as the Tathāgata

did underneath the Bodhi tree

As the Unknown Wanderer now 

abides in Nirvikalpa Samadhi 

The Sage looks back and sees

as Dōgen did that ‘mountains 

are once again mountains and 

waters are once again waters.’

He arises from sitting 

and carries water 

down from the

Hidden Mountain, 

the physical exercise 

simply feels good

Then arriving at 

his humble abode 

He begins once again 

to simply chop wood 

epc 1956-♾

Quotation Verses from the

Mountain of Eternal Peace

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Simone Cicic - Satori

 

No exit out of Satori,

Absorbing the whole life experience.

No thing matters anymore,

Any thing remains a matter of temporary exploration,

perception.

No thing to hold on to anymore.

No attachment left.

Individual separation transcended,

Possession of individual identity vanished,

No name, no story.

Lifeforce dwells within,

Spreading into the void.

All life outside, it is gone.

Stories of distraction, chasing behind sensations that will never be caught,

The chase is over, it has lost all of its attraction,

All of its magnitude.

Satori is the death of matter.

The death of the story.

The death of you and me.

Just an infinite sensation of pure vibrancy beyond any idea,

Any attachment.

The death of time.

The unlimited love

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Ella May - Who is aware?

 

Thoughts arise and fall as flowers live and wilt. Stars fade over eons in the night sky and clouds pass and change.

Everything is changing all the time. Thoughts come and go. But who is thinking them?

Some people think liberation is a person with no thoughts, or that to achieve enlightenment one has to have no thoughts! But who would have no thoughts and a quiet mind?

Thoughts happen anyway. No one is "thinking" them. When there is an illusion of self, the self thinks it controls the thoughts. "I must not have these thoughts," or "I must think good thoughts," et cetera.

In liberation, it is recognized that all of life is happening anyway. Thoughts arise with no self that claims them. The idea of self is only another thought, perhaps a more dominant one, one that feels separated from the whole, life, movement/stillness.

To slow down thoughts is mindfulness, awareness, but who is aware? The myth of the self has been seen through, and thoughts still arise, but for no one. Rather like a sea of waves coming and going. Being aware of this is separation. Thoughts are in free fall.

Trying not to think or attempting to quiet the mind is still someone trying to get to wholeness, peace, or awakening. But no one awakens because there is no one there to awaken or be still. There is only stillness and wholeness with thoughts appearing in it.

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U. G. Krishnamurti - What is the `silence' that you are after?

 

What is the `silence' that you are after? Do you hear those trucks passing by on the road and the flushing of the toilet? Do you want to escape from all this and go and sit in the caves? There is noise inside you wherever you go.

What is this silence you are talking about? The silence operates there in the city market. When I am talking, it is the expression of the silence. You think there is no silence, when I am talking? You think there is silence when you close your eyes, sit in one corner and try to stop the flow of thoughts? You are just choked--that is not silence.
 
Go to the forest--that roar is the silence. Go to a sea--that is silence. Go right into the center of the desert--that is silence. A volcano erupting--that is silence. Not the silent mind trying to experience 'silence.' Silence is energy bursting."

Ed Crowley - Not a word was spoken

 
I saw You
late last night

We walked the 
beach in Silence

Not a word was spoken 

We watched the 
Sun douse it’s light 
in the Ocean’s edge

We heard the waves 
whisper sweet love 
songs to the shore

Not a word was spoken 

Even sea birds 
sat silently still

We walked barefoot, 
You left no footprints 
in the sand at al

The sun had set but light 
still shined everywhere 

I asked You where 
this light came from

You said not a word 
yet lightly touched 
my heart and smiled 

Here is the home of
the Light of the World 

I heard this in the 
stillness of the Silence 
within my heart of Hearts 

Not a word was spoken 

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Rumi - I am created from the ecstasy of love

 

If you bake bread with the wheat

that grows on my grave

you’ll become drunk with joy and

even the oven will recite ecstatic poems.

If you come to pay your respects

even my gravestone will invite you to dance

so don’t come without your drum.

Don’t be sad.

You have come to Gods feast.

Even death cannot stop my yearning

for the sweet kiss of my love.

Tear my shroud and wear it as a shirt,

the door will open and you’ll hear

the music of your soul fill the air.

I am created from the ecstasy of love and

when I die, my essence will be released

like the scent of crushed rose petals.

My soul wants to leap and join

the towering soul of Beloved (Shams).

~ Rumi

– Ghazal (Ode) 683

Translated by Azima Melita Kolin

and Maryam Mafi

“Rumi: Hidden Music”

Salaam and Greetings of Peace:

On December 17th, 1273 AD, Mevlana Jalal al-din Rumi died at Konya. The 17th of December is thus called Sheb-i Arus, meaning ‘Bride’s Night” or ‘Nuptial Night’ or ‘Wedding Night,’ because of the union of Mevlana with God. As Rumi’s epitaph states:

‘When we are dead, seek not our tomb in the earth, but find it in the hearts of men.’

 

Sri Aurobindo - Only the Inconceivable is left

 

A stillness absolute, incommunicable,

Meets the sheer self-discovery of the soul;

A wall of stillness shuts it from the world,

A gulf of stillness swallows up the sense

And makes unreal all that mind has known,

All that the labouring senses still would weave

Prolonging an imaged unreality.

Self’s vast spiritual silence occupies Space;

Only the Inconceivable is left,

Only the Nameless without space and time:

Abolished is the burdening need of life:

Thought falls from us, we cease from joy and grief;

The ego is dead; we are freed from being and care,

We have done with birth and death and work and fate.

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