Saturday, April 21, 2018

Huang Po - Be a Buddha

Let there be a silent understanding and no more.
Away with all thinking and explaining.
Then we may say that the Way of Words has been cut off
and movements of the mind eliminated.
This Mind is the pure Buddha-Source inherent in all men.
All wriggling beings possessed of sentient life
and all the Buddhas and Boddhisattvas
are of this one substance and do not differ.
Differences arise from wrong-thinking only
and lead to the creation of all kinds of karma.

All the visible universe is the Buddha;
so are all sounds; hold fast to one principle and all the others are Identical.
On seeing one thing, you see ALL.
On perceiving any individual’s mind, you are perceiving ALL Mind.
Obtain a glimpse of one way and ALL ways are embraced in your vision,
for there is nowhere at all which is devoid of the Way.
When your glance falls upon a grain of dust, what you see is identical
with all the vast world systems with their great rivers and mighty hills.
To gaze upon a drop of water is to behold the nature of all the waters of the universe.

Only come to know the nature of your own Mind,
in which there is no self and no other,
and you will in fact be a Buddha.

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Eric Baret - Surrender … Be Available to the Moment

I become available to the moment.
I don’t need to change anything in myself: my fears, my arrogance, my pretenses, my limits.
I need all of that to sense the limitless.

Everything changes, but the only change that is needed is the one that shows up in the moment.
All the energies that were utilized to fabricate, to own, will now rest in this availability and become accessible for true creation. This creation is a celebration: it expresses gratitude, not affirmation.

Spirituality is a concept.
What people project on so-called spirituality, they used to project on their Boy Scout team when they were six,
on their football team when they were ten, on politics at twenty and on marriage at thirty…

This void that we try to fill with a doll, an electric train, a good grade at school, a career, a child,
we then try to project onto spirituality. When we do that, we must respect it; but it is only fear.

True spirituality is gratitude.
Meister Eckhart makes a difference between true prayer, heart prayer,
the celebration of divine accomplishment, and prayer that comes from lack, that tries to ask for a correction.
That last is not prayer, but a form of abscess.

True prayer is gratitude.
True spirituality is a stillness that makes one available for every moment.
When cancer, disease, birth, violence, emotions strike, be available: there lies the depth.

Boy Scouts, politics, spirituality, the child, the football team all have their place, otherwise they wouldn’t exist.
Wanting to set ourselves free from all our problems to become spiritual, to become “awakened,” has its place too.
These beliefs, these references, this knowledge, all come from fear.

There comes a time when you don’t feel the need to look for yourself in the different currents of life.
You are shining light onto spirituality, not the other way around.
It is your clarity that allows you to deeply understand what are politics, fatherhood, violence, disease, Buddhism, Islam.
Your clarity shines light on all of that.

Then there isn’t any word, any direction, any knowledge, any school,
any lineage, any teaching, and, above all, any spiritual person.
What remains is non-separateness.

I understand that there is nothing to understand, nothing to acquire.
I do not need to invent tools to face life, to create ways to defend or affirm myself to deal with situations.
I look honestly at what is there, at what triggers fear, anxiety, pretense, defense in me.
I clearly accept my pretenses, my limits.
These limits will reflect the limitless.

We need to live our mediocrity: it reveals the ultimate in us.

When I refuse mediocrity, when I imagine, when I project a superior or an inferior -,
spiritual things that ought to set me free from ordinary life -, then I am in my imagination.
It is a form of psychosis. Mediocrity – what my beliefs call mediocrity – is the essential itself.

Let’s function in day to day life: eat, sleep, love, see, feel, look.
Let all the emotions live inside of us.
Nothing to defend, to affirm, to know.
We do not need anything to get a feeling for the primordial.
No need to change anything in ourselves.

This text is an excerpt from the book De l’abandon by Eric Baret – soon to be translated and published in English. This excerpt was translated by Jeanric Meller.
The content (text + embedded video) of this post (titled Surrender) is sourced from Science and Nonduality and is published with their permission.


Hafiz - The one who loves

 Come, light up the cup with sparkling wine
For life is lovely, and everything is fine

In the wine reflected when I see your face
I feel exalted by the Divine Grace

Like cypress tree, when you swing and sway
The beauties you throw in disarray

The one who loves can never die
For love is eternal, no one can deny

From love, when drunk, you do not shrink
So happy are those with whom you drink

Don’t listen to the preacher who talks of sin
On the Judgment Day, our wine will win

O breeze of spring, to my darling tell
You touch her often; you know her well

“I still remember the day we met
Though you’ve forgotten, I cannot forget

“My fate it was, and I bore the cost
Regret I not having loved and lost

“If you don’t believe, and think I am a sham
Come talk to my patron, the generous Quam “

And think of your HAFIZ, and don’t say no
Come back to him, for he loves you so


Monday, April 16, 2018

Amata Natasha Goldie - The return

 I am your robe of passion
Wear me and return
To the seed of creation
That birthed you

Discard the confines of routine
Come dance now
In the moonlight
And be as the magnificence
Of the stars,
Once again

Let me undress the identity of your bondage
Let me carry you, naked
Into the jewel of remembrance
We shall bask there
Our petals open, bare

I am your song
When you have forgotten how to sing
Come and sway with me
In the eternal sound of silence
Let us meet there

Come beloved
Rest your life-weary head in my hands
Let me be your alchemist
Let my breath become your heartbeat
So you may pulse in oneness
Once again

© Amata Natasha Goldie 2010 - All rights reserved.


Miriam Louisa Simons - 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


Chuck Surface - In the Autumn of life

 In the Autumn of life…
I no longer care for "knowledge of",
In words, concepts, and theories,
For the highest knowledge possible,
Remains but yet another veiling.

And yet…
The mind continues as it has,
Reveling in its noble quest,
Behaving according to its nature,
Only now, knowing full well the futility.

In the Autumn of life…
I no longer care for "understanding",
Arriving at a logical “conclusion”,
For the deepest understanding possible,
Remains but yet another veiling.

And yet…
The mind continues as it has,
Devouring whatever crumbs might fall,
From the Table of The Great Mystery,
Only now, knowing full well the futility.

In the Autumn of life…
I care only for this Inner Radiance,
The Ecstasy of the Soul, Revealed,
Rich, Warm, Vibrant, Alive,
Here, now, in The Heart of Being.

And yet, in the Autumn of life…
I see this Blessing is born of our entirety,
The mind's desperate need to Know,
The Heart's desperate desire to Feel,
The Soul’s desperate longing for Union.

The Sunlight of the mind’s Light,
Warmed the Earth of the Heart's Longing,
And Living Waters Showering from the Soul,
Nourished, gave birth to, and Blossomed,
This Benediction of Causeless Love…

Here… in the Autumn of life.


Sunday, April 15, 2018

Dreams of Dali: 360º Video

(move mouse on video)

One day it will have to be officially admitted 
that what we have christened reality 
is an even greater illusion 
than the world of dreams.

Salvador Dalí