Friday, June 24, 2016

Eric Baret - A mere reflection of the truth

Interviewer: I see that all questions can be reduced to one
question. All questions come back to the idea of wanting to do something. What do you think?

Eric Baret : Of course! I have been there myself with my teacher (Jean Klein) .
He had answered all possible questions.
There were no more questions, but still there was this movement of energy asking,
even though I knew there could not be any answer.
In fact, I was asking him to make me shut up, it was very clear. The only answer was to shut up.
But you cannot will this to happen, it can only happen through maturity.
I see clearly that I cannot understand beyond the level of my understanding,
that thinking only comes from pretending to be able to think, from claiming that we are able to understand by thinking.
When one constantly lives with the understanding
that thought cannot go beyond thought,
that feeling cannot go beyond feeling,
then what remains is what Meister Eckhart described as humility. It is the space where God Himself
must be the background and the operator of what is.
But as long as I want it, I cannot have it,
because I believe I don't have it.
So, you must just stop pretending. When I ask a master what I should do,
I assume that it is not done.
This claim prevents me from being honest,
from being resonance, which is what I am.
So, one should experience this fact over and over again,
one should feel it and formulate it in many ways,
until this fact resonates as such and the desire to ask comes no more — because there is nothing to ask.
When you don't ask, the energy isn't dispersed and it can awaken in silence.
But it is important to realize that all questions basically come back to " what can I do? "
and that the answer is that there is nothing you can do.
So, one must live with this fact and the clarity will come as humility: I cannot win, so I'll stop fighting.
As long as I have the slightest idea that, maybe if I fight I can win, maybe if I go there it will happen, maybe if I live like that,
or I don't live like that, or if I don't do that, it will happen,
then I deny my truth, I deny what is now.
So, I live honestly with the knowledge that this urge to ask,
which is the root of all activity in life, can only be what it is:
a mere reflection of the truth.
That is why asking a question is an expression of the answer,
it is the opportunity to see that the question resonates from its origin.

Thursday, June 23, 2016

David Whyte - Rest

Rest is the conversation between what we love to do and how we love to be.
Rest is not stasis but the essence of giving and receiving.
Rest is an act of remembering, imaginatively and intellectually, but also physiologically and physically.
To rest is to become present in a different way than through action, and especially to give up on the will as the prime motivator of endeavor, with its endless outward need to reward itself through established goals.
To rest is to give up on worrying and fretting and the sense that there is something wrong with the world unless we put it right;
To rest is to fall back, literally or figuratively from outer targets, not even to a sense of inner accomplishment or an imagined state of attained stillness, but to a different kind of meeting place, a living, breathing state of natural exchange


Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Hafiz - Waking

 In the morning
When I began to wake,
It happened again -That feeling
That You, Beloved,
Had stood over me all night
...Keeping watch,
That feeling
That as soon as I began to stir
You put Your lips on my forehead
And lit a Holy Lamp
Inside my Heart.

Monday, June 20, 2016

Sruti - God’s Piano of Watercolors

My life is a palette – a piano of watercolors
I am playing a melody that is painting a picture only of You
I can’t see your face, but I see with your sight
Painting from behind myself, I am playing Your song back to You

Always seeking-pushing-pulling-incomplete – let myself die in You
Stretch me to the edges, pull me at the seams
Expose the boundaries of me – the illusion of two

What else stands between You and me?
You are my only brother, only mother, only lover – You are my only
Erase what I have never been, so I may remember You as Me

The song, the image, the ode – all fall back to silence – the only tapestry
Your silence fills in all of the colors, reverberates at the center of sound
You are the masterpiece of what is already complete

I am here to see the face of God today
My life no longer belongs to me
So I stay in silence
as Your great masterpiece

With love,