Thursday, March 6, 2014

Longchenpa - The Natural Freedom of the Mind

Since the One Mind — pure from the beginningless beginning
and with no need to grasp things other than itself —
has nothing to do with an intermediary or with a fixed plan,
the individual mind might as well be happy.

Since awareness has no objective relationship of any kind,
no specific direction or focus,
the individual might as well love everyone.

Since vision and commitment to vision
have nothing to do with complacency or fear,
the individual might as well be joyous.

Since action and goals have nothing to do with success or failure,
hope and anxiety,
and it doesn’t matter whether they are won or lost ,
the individual might as well feel content.

Since everything is an illusion —
with some more perfect than others —
with no relationship to good or bad ,
being or not-being ,
one might as well
laugh from beginning to end .

— Longchenpa, 1308-1363, Tibetan scholar, master of the Nyingma tradition

Miriam Louisa - The unborn flower of nothing

if you want to know
the Unknowable start by
throwing out the absolute
and the relative and
everything between

and should you be blessed
with the capacity to survive
the free-fall
of your o-so-precious
intellectual infrastructure
into roaring silence
into spaciousness
into stillness

then you’ll know that Knowingness as
“the unborn flower of nothing”
and you’ll be its own soft echo
as it sings its eternal song
to itself

✿•*¨`*•.༺♥༻ .•*¨`*•✿

✿•*¨`*•.༺♥༻ .•*¨`*•✿

Rumi - There are Love dogs...

One night a man was crying Allah! Allah!
His lips grew sweet with praising,
until a cynic said, “So!
I have heard you calling out, but have you ever
gotten any response?”
The man had no answer to that.
He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep.
He dreamed he saw Khidr,
the guide of souls,
in a thick, green foliage.
“Why did you stop praising?” “Because
I’ve never heard anything back.”
“This longing you express
is the return message.”
The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.
Your pure sadness
that wants help
is the secret cup.
Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
That whining is the connection.
There are love dogs
no one knows the names of.
Give your life to be one of them.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Ibn al-‘Arabi - The religion of Love

My heart has become capable of every form:
It is a pasture for gazelles
And a convent for Christian monks
And a temple for idols
And the pilgrim’s Ka’ba
And the tables of the Torah
And the book of the Koran.
I follow the religion of love:
Whatever way Love’s camels take,
That is my religion and my faith’.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Jiddu Krishnamurti - Neither time nor space

Neither time nor space exists for the man who knows the eternal.

Space and time are real for the man who is yet imperfect and space is divided for him into dimensions, time into past, present and future. He looks behind him and sees his birth, his acquisitions, all that he has rejected. That past is being continually modified by the future which is ever being added to it. From the past man turns his eyes to the future where death, the unknown, the darkness, the mystery, await him.

Fascinated by these he can no longer detach himself from them. The mystery of the future holds for him the fulfilment of all his desires, which the past has denied to him, and in his dreams he flies to that brilliant horizon where happiness must exist, where he must seek it.

Fatal error!

No one will ever pierce the infinite mystery of the future - impenetrable in its evanescent illusion - neither magician, prophet nor God! But on the contrary it will be the mystery which will engulf man, which will not let him escape, which will break the mainspring of his life.

Life is not to be approached through the past, nor through the mirage of the future. Life cannot be approached through intermediaries, nor conquered for another.

That discovery can only be made in the immediate present - by the individual for himself and not for others - by the individual who has become the eternal ``I''. That eternal ``I'' is created by the perfection of the self - perfection in which all things are contained, even human imperfections. Man, not yet having achieved that condition of life in the present, lives in the past which he regrets, lives in the future where he hopes, but never in the present which he ignores. This is the case with all men.

Balanced between the past and the future, the ``I'' is poised as a tiger ready to spring, as an eagle ready to fly, as the bow at the moment of releasing the arrow.
This moment of equilibrium, of high tension, is ``creation.'' It is the fullness of all life, it is immortality.

The wind of the desert sweeps away all trace of the traveller.
The sole imprint is the footstep of the present. The past, the future... sands blown by the wind.

José M. Tirado - A poem

Metaphysics at tea - A Poem

Don´t talk about this,
neither of that.
The one thing that marks each fluid moment
is this-
that every object present, is not
only seen, but seeing, and yet...

To speak of the lamp or the water as having
eyes or me in sight,
leaves the same bitter taste.

You see, the object is really
not there.
The subject,
not here.
This open experience shining,
pulses from all points at once
and begins nowhere,
ending never.

If you know this-it is one thing.
(A good thing.)
When you are this-
it is everything.

Copyright © 2004 Jose M. Tirado
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Monday, March 3, 2014

Mirabai - Midnight tears

Listen, my friend, this road is the heart opening,
kissing his feet, resistance broken, tears all night.

If we could reach the Lord through immersion in water,
I would have asked to be born a fish in this life.
If we could reach Him through nothing but berries and wild nuts
then surely the saints would have been monkeys when they came
from the womb!

If we could reach him by munching lettuce and dry leaves
then goats would surely get to the Holy One before us!

If the worship of stone stature could bring us all the way,
I would have adored a granite mountain years ago.

Mirabai says, "The heat of midnight tears will bring you to God."

translation by Robert Bly

Read Mirabai's story    Here

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Hafiz - Words

 I have a thousand brilliant lies
    For the question:
    How are you?

    I have a thousand brilliant lies
    For the question:
    What is God?

    If you think that the Truth can be known
    From words,

    If you think that the Sun and the Ocean
    Can pass through that tiny opening Called the mouth,

    O someone should start laughing!
    Someone should start wildly Laughing Now!