Saturday, April 25, 2015

Rupert Spira - Consciousness

Consciousness never goes anywhere.
Consciousness never becomes anything.
There is only Consciousness, there is only Being,
which simultaneously creates, witnesses,
expresses and experiences itself 
in every experience we have.”

Reverend Safire Rose - She Let Go

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go. She let go of fear. She let go of the judgments.  She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head. She let go of the committee of indecision within her. She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely,  without hesitation or worry, she just let go. She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a  book on how to let go… She didn’t search the scriptures. She just let go. She let go of all of the memories that held her back.  She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.  She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right. She didn’t promise to let go.  She didn’t journal about it.  She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer. She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.  She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.  She just let go. She didn’t analyse whether she should let go.  She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.  She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.  She didn’t call the prayer line.  She didn’t utter one word. She just let go. No one was around when it happened.  There was no applause or congratulations.  No one thanked her or praised her.  No one noticed a thing.  Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go. There was no effort. There was no struggle.  It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.  It was what it was, and it is just that. In the space of letting go, she let it all be.  A small smile came over her face.  A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.

Art Rassouli


Eja - Karma Blues

Stuck in samsara with the karma blues
I wonder if Buddha ever felt this way
This bardo state has really got me down
But why cling to a body that will decay
Nothing to gain
Nothing to attain
Let it all roll down the dharma drain

No concepts, no words
Only direct seeing
Let your ego melt
In the great ocean of being
Nothing to gain
Nothing to attain
Let it all roll down the dharma drain

(Eamon Zicker)

Fred LaMotte - To Let It Go

To let it go, just
to drop it, requires
no work, expends
no energy. Yet this
is the subtlest of all
skills. When you
practice such
effortless discipline,
you bless the planet
with grace, you acquire
the sky in a rush
of invisible light
without even taking
a breath, you feel
vast relief, softer
than a morning rose,
opening your chest.
No mystic ever tasted
sweeter ecstasy
than you will enjoy
by simply letting go
of your opinion.
This is the mother
of all oblations.

Friday, April 24, 2015

Ramana Maharshi - The tiger has clamped its jaws!

Enlightenment means there is no “me” with a sense of personal doership. 
“I” can do nothing. Everything that happens is God’s Will. 
 One-hundred percent acceptance of that - 
which is surrender to God’s will - IS enlightenment. 
That does not lead to enlightenment, that IS itself enlightenment. 

Do you have any questions left? - No?
Is everything clear and transparent? - Yes?
Do you have any expectations at all? - No?
Whatever happens, does it matter? - No?
Then “you” have been annihilated -
The tiger has clamped its jaws!

Ramesh S. Balsekar, “Your Head in the Tiger’s Mouth 
 art Jane Adams

Meher Baba - The greatest romance

The greatest romance possible in life 
is to discover this Eternal Reality in the midst of infinite change. 
Once one has experienced this, one sees oneself in everything that lives, 
one recognises all of life as his life, everybody’s interests as his own. 
One is no longer bound by habits of the past, 
no longer swayed by the hopes of the future 
 One lives in and enjoys each present moment to the full. 
There is no greater romance in life than this adventure in realization.

Nazir Akbarabadi - The performance of Your will

I am a lump of gold,
Melt me in the fire,
Whenever You wish.
At Thy pleasure
I will dance to any tune You play.
Test me,
Reveal my hidden purposes,
My only happiness
Lies in the performance of Your Will.
Cover me,
If it pleases You,
With love and tenderness,
Or draw your sword,
And cut me limb from limb.
Defend and sustain me,
or take my life,
It is all One to me.
I am a fakir,
A lover,
This is my refrain.
My only happiness
Is the performance of Your will.
Whether it leads to happiness or pain,
I am content.
Keep me at your door
Or dismiss me,
I shall be satisfied.
I am a lover,
What care I where I sit.
Lift me to heaven
Or make the dust my bed,
My only happiness
Is the performance of Your will.
Whether it leads to happiness or pain,
I am content.

Mooji - Just stay there

Stay in the emptiness of Being.
Just stay there.
It is the only place where you can stay effortlessly.
And when you recognise the effortlessness of your Self,
the idea of 'staying' there will gradually fade away.
You don't have to ‘stay’ as That which is permanent;
permanence does not need to remain as permanence.
It just Is.

~ Mooji

Monte Sahaja, 2015

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Saadi - To be called Human

Saadi in a Rose garden, from a Mughal manuscript of the Gulistan, ca. 1645.

An Arab king who was noto­ri­ous for his cru­elty came on a pil­grim­age to the cathe­dral mosque of Dam­as­cus, where he offered the fol­low­ing prayer, clearly seek­ing God’s assis­tance in a mat­ter of some urgency:
The darvish, poor, own­ing noth­ing, the man
whose money buys him any­thing he wants,
here, on this floor, enslaved, we are equals.
Nonethe­less, the man who has the most
comes before You bear­ing the greater need.”

When the king was done pray­ing, he noticed me immersed in my own prayers at the head of the prophet Yahia’s tomb. The monarch turned to me, “I know that God favors you darvishes because you are pas­sion­ate in your wor­ship and hon­est in the way you live your lives. I fear a pow­er­ful enemy, but if you add your prayers to mine, I am sure that God will pro­tect me for your sake.”
Have mercy on the weak among your own peo­ple,” I replied, “and no one will be able to defeat you.”
To break each of a poor man’s ten fin­gers
just because you have the strength offends God.
Show com­pas­sion to those who fall before you,
and oth­ers will extend their hands when you are down.

The man who plants bad seed hal­lu­ci­nates
if he expects sweet fruit at har­vest time.
Take the cot­ton from your ears! Give
your peo­ple jus­tice before jus­tice finds you.

All men and women are to each other
the limbs of a sin­gle body, each of us drawn
from life’s shim­mer­ing essence, God’s per­fect pearl;
and when this life we share wounds one of us,
all share the hurt as if it were our own.
You, who will not feel another’s pain,
you for­feit the right to be called human.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Rumi - Only God can understand it

"Consider the difference
in our actions and God's actions.

We often ask, "Why did you do that?"
or "Why did I act like that?"

We do act, and yet everything we do
is God's creative action.

We look back and analyze the events
of our lives, but there is another way
of seeing, a backward-and-forward-at-once
vision, that is not rationally understandable.

Only God can understand it.

Coleman Barks, "The Essential Rumi,"

Hafiz - The Winehouse door

~I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again~
It’s not my fault that with a broken heart~ I’ve gone this way.
In front of a mirror they have put me like a parrot
And behind the mirror the Teacher tells me what to say.
Whether I am perceived as a thorn or a rose~ it’s
The Gardener who has fed and nourished me day to day.
O friends~ don’t blame me for this broken heart
Inside me there is a great jewel so it’s to the Jeweler’s shop I go.
Even though to pious~ drinking wine is a sin
Don’t judge me~ I use it as a bleach to wash the color of hypocrisy away.
All that laughing and weeping of lovers must be coming from some other place
Here~ all night I sing with my winecup and then moan for You all day.
If someone were to ask~ “Why do you spend all your time sitting in
The Winehouse door?,” to this man I would say~ “From there, standing,
 I can see both the Path and the Way

Eja - Lines Inspired by Rumi

Lines Inspired by Rumi

Gamble everything for love
If you are a human being
Or else leave this gathering

Why waste your breath with words
When silence opens the great compassionate heart
Poets speak the language of birds
And hear the trembling voices of roses
Is it really so strange that one who is awake can walk through the grass
without disturbing one blade?
Each leaf that falls is a tear shed in silence
And the sound of the rain needs no translation
Listen to the conversation of the stars
And you will hear the answer that ends the darkness

What the poet, Sakaki, was asked, “Why do you write poems?”
He answered, “Because my heart is love burning...”
When Maya wraps you in a tender embrace…enjoy
But don’t get caught on the slaving meat wheel
Instead go find your Bodhi tree
And sit in silence for 49 days
Till awakened by the silver star of morning
And if this doesn’t work
Perhaps, a drunken sleep on the beach is best

No painter can truly paint the blue of the sky
No poet can truly translate the beauty of a rose
At best they can only point you toward the heart

In a single teardrop the mystery of love is revealed
I swear by all poets
That love has been
And forever will be
The only answer...

( Eamon Zicker)

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Tuesday, April 21, 2015

The transmission of Wu Hsin.

These words are
The transmission of Wu Hsin.
Thanks be to Heaven for
Granting their approval.
They transcend time and
Therefore are beyond time.
They will be as valid in
Five thousand years as
They are in this moment.
In the absence of a resonance,
They will have no meaning nor
Create any interest.
This resonance cannot be willed into being.
It is either inherent by nature or
It is not.
These words come out from
A place devoid of
Concepts and doubts.
As such, they are not only spontaneous, but
Natural and true.
They are not intended to
Create new concepts,
But, to instead,
Dispel old ones.
The words of Wu Hsin are
Not meant for discussion which only
Distorts and pollutes.
Take them in and
Move on.

Eckhart Tolle - Already complete

On a deeper level you are already complete, and when you realize that, there is a playful, joyous energy behind what you do. When your deeper sense of self is derived from Being, when you are free of “becoming” as a psychological need, neither your happiness nor your sense of self depends on the outcome, and so there is freedom from fear.

You don’t seek permanency where it cannot be found: in the world of form, of gain and loss, birth and death. You don’t demand that situations, conditions, places, or people should make you happy, and then suffer when they don’t live up to your expectations. Everything is honored, but nothing matters. 

Monday, April 20, 2015

Dorothy Walters - The Skeptics

We were the skeptics,
the ones who knew
that nothing exists
beyond our knowing,
our certitude that what we saw
was what there was,
no need to go
beyond the edges
of our thought,
our need to be right.

Then one day
we were struck down
by Presence arriving
in a whirling cloud
of light,
a wind tearing
our clothes away,
our skin was now suffused with gold,
and we no longer remembered
what it was we knew.

St. John of the Cross - If you want

If you want, the Virgin will come walking down the road
pregnant with the holy, and say,
"I need shelter for the night, please take me inside
your heart, my time is so close."

Then, under the roof of your soul, 
you will witness the sublime intimacy, 
the divine, the Christ taking birth, forever,
as she grasps your hand for help, 
for each of us is the midwife of God,
each of us.

Yes there, under the dome of your being
does creation come into existence eternally,
through your womb, dear pilgrim - the sacred womb
of your soul, as God grasps our arms for help:
for each of us is his beloved servant, never far.

If you want, the Virgin will come walking down the street 
pregnant with Light and sing.

-St. John of the Cross
(translation by Daniel Ladinsky)

Naomi Stone - Mystical gardens

O beloved mystic hidden
in the beckoning
the call is deep
and wider 
than the universe
 beyond thought

love arises out of the darkness
inspiring the reach 
of spirit 
to transcend
and to lift the veil
of the sheltering disguises 
we create

mystical gardens 
can be a bridge
to other worlds 

perhaps to dream
to imagine
to enter into the soul
to meet the deeper longings 
of the heart
to feel the beauty 
of this glorious earth

to meet the beloved
and discover the invisible 
wings of wonder and the gratitude
only love can give

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Li Po - Love for wine

If High Heaven had no love for wine,
There would not be a Wine Star in the sky.
If Earth herself had no love for wine,
There would not be a city called Wine Springs.
Since Heaven and Earth both love wine,
I can love wine, without shame before God.
Clear wine was once called a Saint;
Thick wine was once called "a Sage."

Of Saint and Sage I have long quaffed deep,
What need for me to study spirits and hsien?
At the third cup I penetrate the Great Way;
A full gallon -- Nature and I are one...
But the things I feel when wine possesses my soul
I will never tell to those who are not drunk.

E. E. Cummings - Love is a place

love is a place
and through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
and in this world of
yes live
(skillfully curled)
all worlds

Chuang Tzu - The Man of Tao

The man of Tao acts without impediment,
He harms no other being by his actions,
Yet he does not know himself
to be kind and gentle.

He does not struggle to make money
And he does not make a virtue of poverty.

He goes without relying on others,
And does not pride himself
on walking alone.

The man of Tao remains unknown.
Perfect virtue produces nothing.
No Self is True Self.
And the greatest man is nobody.

Kahlil Gibran - On pain

And a woman spoke, saying, Tell us of Pain.
And he said:
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

Much of your pain is self-chosen,
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.