Friday, August 28, 2015

Hafiz - Drunk with Love

Beauty radiated in eternity
With its light;
Love was born
And set the worlds alight.

It revealed itself to angels
Who knew not how to love;
It turned shyly towards man
And set fire to his heart.

Reason ventured to light
Its own flame and wear the crown,
But Your radiance
Turned the world
Of reason upside down.

Others got pleasure
As was their fate.
My heart was
Towards sadness inclined;
For me, sorrow was destined.

Beauty yearned to see itself;
It turned to man to sing its praise.

Hafiz wrote this song
Drunk with Love,
From a heart
Carrying a happy secret.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Paulo Coelho - Letting Go

… it is so important to let certain things go. To release them. To cut loose. 
People need to understand that no one is playing with marked cards; 
sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. 
Don’t expect to get anything back, don’t expect recognition for your efforts, 
don’t expect your genius to be discovered, or your love to be understood. 
Complete the circle. Not out of pride, inability or arrogance, 
but simply because whatever it is no longer fits in your life. 
Close the door, change the record, clean the house, get rid of the dust.
 Stop being who you were and become who you are.

Robert Adams -Awakening

Ikkyu - No mind

my abiding place
has no pillars;
it is roofless --
yet the rain does not wet it,
nor the wind strike it.

when it blows,
the mountain wind is boisterous,
but when it blows not,
it simply blows not.

though it has no bridge,
the cloud climbs up to heaven;
it does not ask aid
of gautama's sutras.

ripples appear
on the unaccumulated water
of the undug well,
as the formless, bodiless man
draws water from it.

the mind:
since there is really
no such thing as mind,
with what enlightenment
shall it be enlightened?

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Les visible - The Frayed Angels

The frayed angels shed their wings
and descend
into earth’s turmoil
burying their sunlight
in a cloth
of sleek
and willing flesh


incomplete forever
wanders the thirsty deserts of unrequited desire

in dreams sometimes we touch
that place of peace
where longing ends

where the long road of countless sleeps
beckons into the cross roads of awakening

the punishment of separation ends

the slaughter of innocence

the ravaged hearts
and faces of those
who lost their love

there is nothing in this life so sweet
as the touch
the embrace
of one who has come
across all the vastness
of lifetimes

to lie tranquil in your arms

it is as close to paradise
as we
are permitted to come

the casual couplings
the lust of power to possess
are only shadows of this love

ceremonies of torment and loss

for the more one desires
the greater the effort to have and discard

the greater the distance from ones own heart

every living thing
to hold
to that one memory of themselves
in which the candle of love
however briefly...
so brightly

All doubt and hate are merely faith
and love suppressed
And the inability to love worse than any death

Death being only the boat
that sails
us through and into
the fields of eternal peace

not even the worst of us can avoid this forever

it for this mercy alone
that forever exists

there is nothing that you can do
for which he will not forgive you

I wish only that I might linger all of my days in love

Forging that bond that spans
all time
and change
and washes away for all time
The weakness and stupidities of my fear

which is all that has ever stood
between me
and the ones I loved

that has made a lie so many times
Of the living truth

Like all of you

An embodiment of god

all possibilities
at birth were delivered
into our hands
yet we give ourselves into
subjugation to our servants
for ridicule and confinement

Cast out from the castles from where
as kings and queens
ruled all things from within the temple of the heart

cast out into the trackless wastes of our own confusions
amnesia driven
hungry and alone
while those created to serve us
spill our wine
eat our food
and laugh at the ignorance that
has closed our eyes
to the beauty of ourselves

never again will I let myself be
tormented by fear

the love killer

the life killer

Death of a sort comes to us all
no matter who we are
we cannot escape that

we can only accept
and wonder
to whom did it happen?

let go all chains that hold the image

Earth does not speak unless the spirit flames

these times in which we live
dance like some drunken jester
on the edge
of the abyss

great things are within our reach
even as we wait we can see...

the first glimmer of that dawn
for which
so long
we have waited
to see

It has nearly broken me...

but nothing is beyond repair

truly let this moment be
your last moment
of regret

let your heart see
that you
have not touched the best times yet

take back your wings no longer
frayed and fallen

let us rise and soar
as if no one
had ever gone before.

Patrick Willis narrates:
The Frayed Angels

Akka Mahadevi - I have fallen in Love

art unknown

 I have fallen in love, O mother with the
Beautiful One, who knows no death,
knows no decay and has no form;

I have fallen in love, O mother with the
Beautiful One, who has no middle, has
no end, has no parts and has no features;

I have fallen in love, O mother with the
Beautiful One, who knows no birth and
knows no fear.

I have fallen in love, O mother with the
Beautiful One, who is without any family,
without any country and without any peer;
Chenna Mallikarjuna, (Shiva)the Beautiful, is my husband.
Fling into the fire the husbands who are subject
to death and decay.

Ummi Sinan - The Rose

I dreamt I came to a magnificent city
     whose palace was the rose, rose.
The crown and throne of the great sultan,
     his garden and chambers
          were the rose, rose.

Here they buy and sell but roses
     and the roses are the scales they use,
Weighing roses with more roses,
     the marketplace and bazaar
          are all roses, rose.

The white rose and the red rose
     grew coupled in one garden.
Their faces turn as one toward the thorn.
     Both thorn and blossom
          are the rose, rose.

Soil is the rose and stone is the rose,
     withered is the rose, fresh is the rose.
Within the Lord's private gardens
     both slender cypress and old maple
          are the rose, rose.

The rose is turning the waterwheel
     and gets ground between the stones.
The wheel turns round as the water flows.
     Its power and its stillness
          are the rose, rose.

From the rose a tent appears
     filled with an offering of everything.
Its gatekeepers are the holy prophets.
     The bread and the wine they pour
          are the rose, rose.

Oh Ummi Sinan, heed the mystery
     of the sorrow of nightingale and rose.
Every cry of the forlorn nightingale
          is for the rose, the rose.

Milarepa - The Eight Reminders

Castles and crowded cities are the places
Where now you love to stay;
But remember that they will fall to ruins
After you have departed from this earth!

Pride and vain glory are the lure
Which now you love to follow;
But remember, when you are about to die
They offer you no shelter and no refuse!

Kinsmen and relatives are the people now
With whom you love to live;
But remember that you must leave them all behind
When from this world you pass away!

Servant, wealth and children
Are things you love to hold;
But remember, at the time of your death
Your empty hands take nothing with you!

Vigor and health
Are dearest to you now;
But remember, at the moment of your death
Your corpse will be bundled up and borne away!

Now your organs are clear,
Your flesh and blood are strong and vigorous;
But remember, at the moment of your death
They will no longer be at your disposal!

Sweet and delicious foods are things
That now you love to eat;
But remember, at the moment of your death
Your mouth will let the spittle flow!

When of all this I think,
I cannot help but seek the Buddha’s Teachings!
The enjoyments and the pleasures of this world
For me have no attraction…

“If you lose all differentiation between yourselves and others,
fit to serve others you will be.
And when in serving others you will win success,
then shall you meet with me.” 

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Hafiz - When no one is looking

No one is looking

I swallow deserts and clouds
And chew on mountains knowing
They are sweet

When no one is looking and I want
To kiss

I just lift my own hand




Jeff Foster - What is spirituality?

“What is spirituality?
It is lighting incense.
It is sitting at the guru’s feet.
It is falling into the depths of meditation.
It is repeating mantras.
It is wearing white, speaking in a low, earthy voice.
It is having a nice shit, feeling the relief in the belly.
It is writhing in pain in a hospital bed, breathing, grounding, crying, breathing.
It is losing a loved one, your heart torn open, but feeling the life in it, bowing to the mystery.
It is saying the wrong thing, making a glorious mistake, falling down, feeling free.
It is walking away from your guru.
It is leaving your cult.
It is ending the meditation, dancing in the street, eating a pizza.
It is dropping your second hand ideas of what’s ‘spiritual’ and what’s not.
It is no longer trying to fit into a club.
It is you, perfect in your imperfection, fabulous in your flaws.
It is Now, sacred in its ordinariness, aflame with presence.
It is an insurrection of originality.
It is death, death of the false hopes, the pretences, the promises.
It is life, exactly as it is, nothing added, nothing taken away.
You are the miracle!”

Jane Hirshfield - Nirvana

Nirvana is this moment seen directly.
There is no where else than here.
The only gate is now.
The only doorway is your own body and mind.
There’s nowhere to go. There’s nothing else to be.
There’s no destination.
It’s not something to aim for in the afterlife.

It’s simply the quality of this moment.

Monday, August 24, 2015

Jiddu Krishnamurti - Monkey mind

 That restlessness, and that constant search and inquiry, joining one society, then taking up another society - the monkey goes on endlessly - all that indicates a mind that is pursuing a way of life in which it is only concerned with security.

Now when that is seen very clearly, what has happened to the mind that is no longer concerned with security? Obviously it has no fear. That becomes very trivial when you see how thought has fragmented the energy, or fragmentation itself, and because of this fragmentation there is fear. And when you see the activity of thought in its fragmentation then you meet fear, you act. So we are asking, what has happened to the mind that has become extraordinarily attentive? Is there any movement of search at all? Please, find out.

Do you understand my question? When you are so attentive, is the mind still seeking? Seeking experience, seeking to understand itself, seeking to go beyond itself, seeking to find out right action, wrong action, seeking a permanency on which it can depend - permanency in relationship, or in belief, or in some conclusion? Is that still going on, when you are completely aware?

The mind has seen the activity of the monkey in its restlessness. This activity - which is still energy - though has broken up in its desire to find a permanent security, a certainty, safety. And so it has divided the world as the 'me' and the 'not me', 'we' and 'they', and is seeking truth as a way of security. When one has observed all this, is the mind seeking anything at all any more? Seeking implies restlessness - I haven't found security here, and I go there, and I haven't found it there so I go elsewhere.

A mind that is without a center is not concerned with search.

Have you ever known, walking or sitting quietly, what it means to be completely empty? Not isolated, not withdrawn, not building a wall around yourself and finding you have no relationship with anything - I don't mean that. When mind is completely empty, it does not mean that it has no memory, the memories are there, because you are walking to your house, or are going to your office. But I mean the emptiness of a mind that has finished with all the movement of search.

If you see that you are bundle of memories and words, the restless monkey comes to an end.

I want to tell you a very simple thing: there is no such thing as security. This restless demand for security is part of the observer, the centre, the monkey. And this restless monkey - which is thought - has broken up this world, has made a frightfull mess of it, it has brought such misery, such agony! And thought cannot solve this, however intelligent, however clever, erudite, capable of efficient thinking, thought cannot possibly bring order out of this chaos. There must be a way out of it that is not thought.

I want to convey to you that in that state of attention, in that movement of attention, all sense of security has gone, because there is stability. That stability has nothing whatsoever to do with security - when thought seeks security it makes it into something permanent, immovable, and therefore it becomes mechanical. Thought seeks security in relationship. In that relationship thought creates an image. That image becomes the permanent and breaks up the relationship - you have your image and I have mine. In that image thought has established and identified itself as the permanent thing.

Outwardly this is what we have done: your country, my country, and so on. When the mind had left all that, left it in the sense that is has seen the utter futility, the mischief of it, it has finished with it. Then what takes place in the mind which has completely finished with the whole concept of security? What happens to that mind which is so attentive that it is completely stable, so that thought is no longer seeking security in any form and sees that there is no such thing as the permanent? I'm pointing it out to you; the description is not the described.

See the importance of this; the brain has evolved with the idea of being completely secure. The mind, the brain wants security, otherwise it can't function. Without order it will function illogically, neurotically, inefficiently, therefore the brain is always wanting order and it has translated having order in terms of security. If that brain is still functioning, it is still seeking order through security. So when there is attention, is the brain still seeking security?

If thought sees that there is no such thing as permanency, thought will never seek it again. That is, the brain, with its memories of security, its cultivation in a society depending on security, with all its ideas and its morality based on security, that brain has become completely empty of all movements towards security. will know what it means to be aware, to be attentive, and therefore no longer seeking security; therefore you are no longer acting or thinking in terms of fragmentation.

What has happened to the mind?

First of all, it has become sensitive, not only mentally but physically. It has given up smoking, drinking, drugs. And when we have talked over this question of attention, you'll see that the mind is no longer seeking at all, or asserting anything. And such a mind is completely mobile and yet wholly stable. Out of that stability and sensitivity it can act without breaking life or energy up into fragments. What does such a mind find, apart from action, apart from stability? Man has always sought what he considered to be God, truth; he has always striven after it out of fear, out of his hopelessness, out of his despair and disorder. He sought it and he thought he found it. And the discovery of that he began to organize.

So that which is stable, highly mobile, sensitive, is not seeking, it sees something which has never been found, which means, time for such a mind does not exist at all - which does not mean one it going to miss a train. So there is a state which is timeless and therefore incredibly vast.

This is something most marvelous if you come upon it. I can go into it, but the description is not the described. It's for you to learn all this by looking at yourself - no book, no teacher can teach you this - don't depend on anyone, don't join spiritual organizations, one has to learn all this out of oneself. And there the mind will discover things that are incredible. But for that, there must be no fragmentation and therefore immense stability, swiftness, mobility.

To such a mind there is no time and therefore this whole concept of death and living has quite a different meaning.


Ramana Maharshi - Divine magnetism

The Self is like a powerful magnet within us. 
It draws us gradually to itself, though we imagine we are going to It of our own accord:
 when we are near enough, It puts an end to our activities, 
makes us still, and then swallows up our personal current,
 thus killing our wrong personality. 
It overwhelms the intellect and over floods the whole being. 

We think we are meditating upon It and developing towards It, 
whereas the truth is that we are iron filings and It is the Atman-magnet 
that is pulling us towards Itself. Thus the process of finding 
the Self is a form of Divine magnetism.