Saturday, August 1, 2020

Naomi Stone - Feeling the Presence

A precious wisdom
arising from a glorious
awakens A Beloved
deep inside this kingdom
within me.

My cells begin moving
silently in a night
like a soft wind
stirring my heart.

A mystical glow
settles all around me
a vast wilderness
of God.

An inexpressible Presence
a magnificence
surrounding and calling
me to vanish
in the infinite reach
of gentle arms
of Spirit

A swirling invisibility
voluminous and expanding
seems to be rousing
and awakening
my Soul.

I listen to the whispering
sighs of the wind
a song of overwhelming love
and incredible

Feel a beauty of being
a realm of divine
gloriously reaching
beyond my words.

Dissolving and melting
in a profound
a gentleness
blessed by a sweetness
of peace
and belovedness.


RUMI ♡ The dome of the inner sky (narrated)

The Great King is within me.
He is my dearest friend.

Don't look at my sallow face,
Look at how I stand with legs of iron!
Always turning toward that one
who gave me life.

I am the glorious Sun,
the ocean laden with pearls.
Within my heart is the grandeur of heaven,
Outside, the lowly earth.

I travel in this world like a bee in a jar.
But don't listen to my woeful buzzing
My house is filled with honey!

O heart, if you want to join us,
raise yourself
to the dome of the inner sky
Enter the fortress that no one can break.

The vast and mighty waters
move the grinding stones of heaven.
I am that great wheel,
crying so sweetly,
turning with the flow of rushing water.

Men, demons, and spirits all follow my command.
Can't you see that I am Solomon,
With a shimmering seal on my ring?

Why should I be weary
when every cell of my body is bursting with life?
Why should I be a donkey's slave
when I ride upon a magical horse?
Why should I be less than the Moon
when there are no scorpions at my feet?
Why should I stay at the bottom of a well
when a strong rope is in my hand?

I've built a place for the falcons of my soul
Fly this way, O birds of spirit,
for I am surrounded by a hundred mighty towers!

I am the rays of the Sun
dancing through the windows of every house.
I am carnelian, gold, and rubies,
even though this body is made of water and clay.

Whatever pearl you seek,
look for the pearl within the pearl!

The surface of the earth says,
"The treasure is within."
The glowing jewel says,
"Don't be fooled by my beauty
the light of my face
comes from the candle of my spirit."

What else can I say?
You will only hear
what you are ready to hear.
Don't nod your head,
Don't try to fool me
the truth of what you see
is written all over your face!

version by Jonathan Star
from Rumi, In the Arms of the Beloved

Friday, July 31, 2020

U. G. Krishnamurti - The desire to be special

 "The self-consciousness or "I" in human beings is born out of the need to give oneself continuity through the constant utilization of thought."
In 'my' experience of a "no thought" period it was the lack of self-consciousness that lifted me 'out of myself'. Such an incredible lightness/freedom when "I" was no more!
He goes on to say:
"The so called self-realization is the discovery for yourself and by yourself that there is no self to discover. That will be a very shocking thing because it's going to blast every nerve, every cell, even the cells in the marrow of your bones.
"The self-consciousness or "I" in human beings is born out of the need to give oneself continuity through the constant utilization of thought.
When this continuity is broken, even for a split second, its hold on the body is broken and the body falls into its natural rhythm. Thought also falls into its natural place – then it can no longer interfere or influence the working of the human body. In the absence of any continuity, the arising thoughts combust."
Krishnamurti also maintained that the reason people came to him (and to gurus) was to find solutions for their everyday real problems, and/or for solutions to a fabricated problem, namely, the search for spirituality and enlightenment. He insisted that...
"...this search is caused by the cultural environment, which demands conformity of individuals as it simultaneously places within them *the desire to be special*– the achievement of enlightenment thus viewed as a crowning expression of an individual's "specialness" and uniqueness. Consequently, the desire for enlightenment is exploited by gurus, spiritual teachers, and other "sellers of shoddy goods", who pretend to offer various ways to reach that goal."
According to Krishnamurti, all these facilitators never deliver, and cannot ever deliver, "since the goal itself (i.e. enlightenment), is unreachable. "
He goes on to say:
"I have no teaching... There is nothing to preserve.  Teaching implies something that can be used to bring about change. Sorry, there is no teaching here, just disjointed, disconnected sentences. What is here is only your interpretation, nothing else.
I am forced by the nature of your listening to always negate the first statement with another statement. Then the second statement is negated by a third and so on. My aim is not some comfy dialectical thesis but the total negation of everything that can be expressed."
It seems, Krishnamurti emphasized the impossibility and non-necessity of any human change, radical or mundane. These assertions, he stated, cannot be considered as a "teaching", that is, something intended to be used to bring about a change.
He insisted that the body and its actions are already perfect, and he considered attempts to change or mold the body as violations of the peace and the harmony that is already there. The psyche or self or mind, an entity which he denied as having any being, is composed of nothing but the "demand" to bring about change in the world, in itself, or in both.
"Furthermore, human self-consciousness is not a thing, but a movement, one characterized by "perpetual malcontent" and a "fascist insistence" on its own importance and survival."
Krishnamurti denied the existence of an individual mind. However, he accepted the concept of a 'world mind' ("atmosphere of thought).
He stated that human beings inhabit this thought realm or thought sphere and that the human brain acts like an antenna, picking and choosing thoughts according to its needs.Krishnamurti held all human experience to be the result of this process of thought. "The self-consciousness or "I" in human being is born out of the need to give oneself continuity through the constant utilization of thought."
'When this continuity is broken, even for a split second, its hold on the body is broken and the body falls into its natural rhythm. Thought also falls into its natural place – then it can no longer interfere or influence the working of the human body. In the absence of any continuity, the arising thoughts combust'
"Man is just a memory. You understand things around you by the help of the knowledge that was put in you. You perhaps need the artist to explain his modern art, but you don't need anybody's help to understand a flower. You can deal with anything, you can do anything if you do not waste your energy trying to achieve imaginary goals.
I am not anti-rational, just  not rational. You may infer a rational meaning in what I say or do, but it is your doing, not mine."

via Eve Reece


Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Dorothy Hunt - Deeper, Still Deeper

No word can speak
the heart's emptiness,
or its fullness.
No thought can think
its vast mystery.
Yet, listen!
this very moment
whispers its presence.

Eternally awake,
we appear asleep,
until a birdsong,
a temple bell, a baby's cry,
a falling leaf, a candle flame,
or a single wordless gaze
from Silence awakens
sweet remembrance.

Suddenly, time and the timeless,
space and no space,
presence and absence collapse
into a single flowing
called Now,
where there are no distinctions
yet the uniqueness of each thing
reveals its mysterious Source.

Strangely, there is no fear
but no sense of safety, either;
no doubt, yet no one
who is certain.
Direct experience
arises without interpretation,
and returns without grasping,
falling back to zero.

You long to know the heart's mystery.
The Mystery moves your longing.
Enough words.
Let Silence take you
where the mind cannot tread,
deeper, still deeper,
until nothing is left
but Mystery.


Tuesday, July 28, 2020

Nancy Neithercut - This seamlessness of which I sing...

I am not enlightened.
No one is enlightened....
No one in the history of mankind has ever become enlightened.
If part of enlightenment is the realization that the self is imaginary, how could an illusion recognize that it is illusion?

Enlightenment is a profound shift in perspective that occurs in the brain, when it is realized that the world of this and that and things, and selves, and time, is its own mental fabrication, that ALL separation is imaginary.
This is not the end of the dream of objectified separation, actually enlightenment is the dream as well, as it requires imaginary separation to recognize unicity. It requires imaginary separation for the awareness of of aliveness... the awareness of awareness...

When imaginary separation is no longer believed, there is no longer the FEELING of there being separate things... or events... it is a life free from hope and fear and need of an imaginary next. It is a life of awe and joy of simply being...

When the self is recognized to be illusion, the dream does not end... self does not disappear... It is known that this mentally fabricated worded world is the only world we exist in, that we are the dream, that there is no outside to the dream, as inside and outside, like all this and that is made up. This is it, Coyote. This is it, what ever it looks and feels like.

It never feels like life is happening to a someone or that a someone is doing life. It is known that no one including yourself is the instigator of their belief or feeling or thought or action... that we are all a swirling thought collage of belief and preference and memory....
I cannot find anything or anyone here... or there
We exist only as reflections in each other's beautiful eyes...
We are the portals through which love and beauty enter the universe...

It feels like a constant falling in love
like a continuous union of what was never apart
returning over and over to a home you never left
a recognition that the walls you were trying to escape, the self, is the greatest gift of all.

That all separation is illusion doesn't mean the physical world does not exist. Some imaginary things refer to the physical world, like bodies and rocks and mountains. Some imaginary things are purely imaginary like selves and tomorrow. Knowing that you and I and love are made up is not the end of love....
it is the beginning...

it is colors and shapes... flowing... never caught, but seemingly held in the imaginary net of words, like color and shape... and movement...

It is a wind ballet of wind in wind
sky in sky
light in light
space in space
everything in everything
nothing in nothing....

It is far more wondrous than I could have ever wished for or believed or imagined... yet it has always been on, simply never noticed.... and as this unicity is always the case, it cannot and need not be brought about anew.

No one knows how this profound shift occurs, but it seems to happen despite all the things people try to do to get it... as it cannot be got. It is an empty prize for no one.
It is not a goal or achievement. All trying to do something or not do anything perpetuates the illusion of a doer, and a goal to reach, like trying to capture the ripples in a pond, all that happens is your hand makes more ripples...

Yet it may happen that the path collapses, the ground collapses and every idea of a goal to reach and someone to reach it collapse. It is a ripping and shredding of all you have assumed to be true about yourself and the world including all ideas about enlightenment and truth and meaning and non meaning... and It hurts like hell because these are the imaginary lines that define you.

It is the end of belief in belief. It is like dancing on the edge of a feather between love and nothing at all.

In love as love through love
neither full nor empty
life doing itself
utterly spontaneously
just like this

If you are looking for something called enlightenment, you will find a teacher or method or practice that confirms the beliefs you already have about enlightenment.
The most common ones would be that enlightenment happens to the person, that it is something that is achieved by a path or a method, that it is a belief or understanding, or that it is something you can get, or that it is something that can be taught or learned or given away.
What do you think enlightenment is? Where did you get all those ideas about it? Why do you want it?
Do you imagine that is it escape from your thoughts feelings and actions or beliefs... and escape from your troubles and woes and escape from your beautiful human-ness?
Do you think that it is finding that you are not this little self but in fact you are something far more grand.... a big self or pure consciousness or awareness or even... God?
Do you think it is about becoming a perfect person... selfless?
If so, you will find teachers that confirm this and you will be on a path ...forever trying to improve yourself ....forever trying to fix that what you feel is broken. All of these methods will confirm that you are broken, that there is something wrong with you, and that you must do something or cease from doing other things in order to get this elusive goal of imaginary perfection.

I know without a doubt that you are beautiful beyond belief just as you think you are. I know that you are not broken or flawed in any way. I know you can never see that...
No one can see their own beauty...
And I weep
I weep when I see you scratching at the walls that define you
Trying to escape the most beautiful gift in the universe... yourself

I’ve heard some teachers say that they are awake to what is going on, and that that is rare.
However, everyone is awake to what’s going on, as there is no separate observer from perception.
There is an infinite array of sensorial input, and attention rests where it does, seemingly including some of it, and seemingly excluding the rest. It is recognized by everyone that they have actually been aware of things in their side vision, so to speak.
The brain evolved to have attention roam and to constantly scan and look for things that would help the organism survive and reproduce.
Many teachers will tell you to focus your attention, as if there is a you who had attention, on certain things, like the space between breaths or the breath itself or the space between thought or thought itself.
Any feeling that you are trying to do this or that you are accomplishing it will only perpetuate the painful illusion that there is a separate you who is an observer of and is separate from breath or thought.
If you feel successful in these endeavors then it will solidify this illusion of a separate you, and separate things called breaths or thoughts.
For this seamlessness of which I sing cannot be focused on!
After the shift it is recognized that it was always on, and yet rarely noticed.
As this is an intuited knowing, and not conceptual knowing, it is not a belief or understanding. It cannot be taught or learned or pointed out.
You know this edgeless seamless intoxicating wondrous beauty, that is why you recognize your heart in these songs.
You recognize this vast spacious emptiness without space or emptiness.
But beauty, like life, cannot be captured as there is no you separate from it.
A glimpse of this seamless slipperiness, all encompassing emptiness may terrify some and feel wondrous to others, but mostly likely one feels both, drawn to it and fearing it at the same time.
All attempts to be burned in loves flame will, however, make you cold.
There is nothing I can do, nothing I can share… all that happens is that I love to sing of it even though it can never be kissed with words.
These songs may ignite a fire in your heart, fan the flames and block all the exits.


Monday, July 27, 2020

Alain Joly - The waiting room

 There is a subtle waiting lingering inside us. Do you feel it? I do. Let’s have a look at it. It’s an expectation, a yearning, a feeling that says that the now, what is happening for me right now, is not quite enough. In whatever way I may look at it, that’s very clear. This is definitely not enough. Period. And off I go, keeping on living as if one day, maybe, if I’m lucky enough, if all the good stars align at last, that might descend upon me. I might get it, that feeling that I’m now complete. Cooked. Finished. Over with it. But that’s really just a fancy idea. Wishful thinking. In the meantime, did I ever look at it carefully? This subtle feeling, this buzz underlying each and every second of my existence, that something is missing? I concede that there are exceptions, fleeting moments when I suddenly find myself whole, silenced, at peace. But this is not satisfactory. So there is comfort in waiting, in not quite engaging. Staying put. Waiting on the platform of life for the next train of thought. The next occurrence. What is this waiting made of? Is it a real feeling? Or maybe just a ghost-feeling? What is here that I don’t see? Why am I waiting?

May we be blessed with a mind that is not waiting, that is not wasting its being with a subtle waiting. For what perfect way is there to be put afar, at a distance, separate, when we live with this waiting as a background music? Waiting means that we are here and the change that we’re hoping for is ahead, in a distant time or place, away from our own present being. Waiting means that there is something that will have to be achieved, given, offered, bargained for. In short, something has to happen that is not here, not present, not achieved, that is not had already. It’s the perfect trap. We are caught in the pleasant illusion of the waiting room. You know this room where we are asked to be patient, waiting for the door to open, for the help to appear, for the missing piece that will tell me all about what I am, what to do. Am I waiting for any kind of authority to tell me what to do? Am I hiding in this patient waiting room and finding comfort there? With nothing much to do, nothing to be threatened from, and a beautiful aim at hand to feel I’m on the right track? Am I doing this?

What am I waiting for? Have I not seen the elusiveness of the next moment, of the next thing? Have I not felt by now how any new catch is slippery, eager to shake itself off my grab and leave me with only sand in my hands? Why should I be waiting? The availability of life is total. The presence that I am is totally here, totally now. And nothing is going to be better than that. It is all that I am. Nothing more or better stands outside of it. The most achieved, complete evidence of myself is standing naked, eternally, as my own being. There is no waiting in being. We are being always, eternally, and in every possible way or place, no matter what. So this waiting is useless, redundant, one of these little games that are being played inside the head. It comes from the subtle yet real impression that I am a person. A ‘somebody’ is standing here with the rudder in hand, judging, evaluating, thinking that it’s suffering, that it can be more or better. Only a little, haunting, separate voice and feeling that makes me believe that I am lacking, needing, and therefore waiting.

I have the feeling that it is important to watch it, I mean this feeling, this constant waiting. It is not something trivial or innocuous. It is the very signature of this part of myself that is deceitful. To watch it is to uncover the illusory person that thrives on being hidden, unseen, left alone, unchallenged. To watch it is to undermine the separate self’s central root, to unmask its illusory reality. Waiting is its weak spot. For it is not something that can afford to be truly seen — it could be its death warrant. The very seeing of the act of waiting is itself free. It is the falling off of the very activity that it is supposed to be seeing: waiting. For Seeing has no impatience, no expecting, no waiting. Seeing is the motionless activity of the peaceful and aware presence of our own being.

But wait a minute… There was in fact some reason and justification in the act of waiting. I watched Andrei Tarkovski’s movie ‘The Sacrifice’ some time ago. In the opening scene, the postman Otto is cycling, circling leisurely around the hero, and saying: “I’ve always felt as if the living I’ve done, so far, hasn’t actually been real life, but a long wait for it, a long wait for something real, something important”. Yes indeed, it wasn’t the real life. It was a succedaneum, a general repetition, something off the natural track that lacked the pleasantness of being. We weren’t really living. And the waiting was a call. It was the expression that something is dysfunctional, like suffering is. The waiting is not really faulty. It is only a very subtle form of suffering. It sets into motion the longing for a deeper reality. It is the expression of a wrong turn taken, of a mistake, and this little buzzing music has a deafening voice if one only pays attention. This waiting is here as a warning, with little red lights fully on, pointing towards a central failure. And the repairman is just awareness, seeing, the plain consciousness that puts a light on it, a light with a gently dissolving effect. A light that shows this waiting as completely unnecessary. Worse even: the waiting is not really there, is not really happening. It is a ghost-feeling. For the ‘person’ who is doing the waiting is in reality illusory. Yet this subtle feeling alone has the power to keep a truer and very present reality at bay. A reality that is not broken up, not divided, but whole and therefore fully at peace with itself. This reality is here now. There is nothing ahead in time, nothing away in place, that can be waited for. The totality of life is present now, and is to be totally enjoyed. I can ease down, relax, fall back into the presence that I am, in all its generosity, beauty, splendour. I am. That’s just it. I AM.

“If you wait for an event to take place,
for the coming of reality,
you will wait for ever,
for reality neither comes nor goes.
It is to be perceived, not expected.
It is not to be prepared for and anticipated.
But the very longing and search for reality
is the movement, operation, action of reality.”

~ Nisargadatta Maharaj