Friday, January 4, 2013

Nirmala - "Here all along"

I always thought you would come to me 
in the shape of a beautiful lover
I never dreamed you would steal my heart
with no shape at all

I always pretended I needed arms to hold me
and lips to kiss away my pain
yet I find fulfillment
in the embrace of empty space

I always wished you would speak to me
with words of tender sweetness
now I know you whisper silently
of your undying love

I always knew I would find you 
although I foolishly looked with my eyes
you were here all along
hiding just out of sight in my heart

                                                                   from " Gifts with no giver" 

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Douglas Harding - Being Myself

Being Myself

In truth, only Nothing has room for Everything.
Only a Nothing that's awake to its nothingness is awake to its Allness.

So long as any part of me remains unsurrendered I shall never be Myself.

~ Douglas Harding ('Look For Yourself')

Monday, December 31, 2012

Jean Klein - You are really present only in your absence.

It is very difficult for us to represent space without a center and without a periphery. When you look out of the window here, you first see trees, bushes, meadows, stars, the moon. You look at objects in relation to other objects. Your looking is a kind of comparison. You know yourself only in objects because you relate with your personality which is an object too. So what is important for you is to experience the absence of all objects, including your center, your personality. Your presence is in the absence of all objects. In other words, you are really present only in your absence.

Nisargadatta Maharaj - realm of reality

David Whyte - The Opening of Eyes

The Opening of Eyes

That day I saw beneath dark clouds 
the passing light over the water
and I heard the voice of the world speak out,
I knew then, as I had before
life is no passing memory of what has been
nor the remaining pages in a great book
waiting to be read.

It is the opening of eyes long closed.
It is the vision of far off things
seen for the silence they hold.
It is the heart after years
of secret conversing
speaking out loud in the clear air.

It is Moses in the desert
fallen to his knees before the lit bush.
It is the man throwing away his shoes
as if to enter heaven
and finding himself astonished,
opened at last,
fallen in love with solid ground.

David Whyte 
      from Songs for Coming Home 
      ©1984 Many Rivers Press

David Whyte beautiful poetry here