U. G. Krishnamurti - What is the `silence' that you are after?

 

What is the `silence' that you are after? Do you hear those trucks passing by on the road and the flushing of the toilet? Do you want to escape from all this and go and sit in the caves? There is noise inside you wherever you go.

What is this silence you are talking about? The silence operates there in the city market. When I am talking, it is the expression of the silence. You think there is no silence, when I am talking? You think there is silence when you close your eyes, sit in one corner and try to stop the flow of thoughts? You are just choked--that is not silence.
 
Go to the forest--that roar is the silence. Go to a sea--that is silence. Go right into the center of the desert--that is silence. A volcano erupting--that is silence. Not the silent mind trying to experience 'silence.' Silence is energy bursting."

Ed Crowley - Not a word was spoken

 
I saw You
late last night

We walked the 
beach in Silence

Not a word was spoken 

We watched the 
Sun douse it’s light 
in the Ocean’s edge

We heard the waves 
whisper sweet love 
songs to the shore

Not a word was spoken 

Even sea birds 
sat silently still

We walked barefoot, 
You left no footprints 
in the sand at al

The sun had set but light 
still shined everywhere 

I asked You where 
this light came from

You said not a word 
yet lightly touched 
my heart and smiled 

Here is the home of
the Light of the World 

I heard this in the 
stillness of the Silence 
within my heart of Hearts 

Not a word was spoken 

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Rumi - I am created from the ecstasy of love

 

If you bake bread with the wheat

that grows on my grave

you’ll become drunk with joy and

even the oven will recite ecstatic poems.

If you come to pay your respects

even my gravestone will invite you to dance

so don’t come without your drum.

Don’t be sad.

You have come to Gods feast.

Even death cannot stop my yearning

for the sweet kiss of my love.

Tear my shroud and wear it as a shirt,

the door will open and you’ll hear

the music of your soul fill the air.

I am created from the ecstasy of love and

when I die, my essence will be released

like the scent of crushed rose petals.

My soul wants to leap and join

the towering soul of Beloved (Shams).

~ Rumi

– Ghazal (Ode) 683

Translated by Azima Melita Kolin

and Maryam Mafi

“Rumi: Hidden Music”

Salaam and Greetings of Peace:

On December 17th, 1273 AD, Mevlana Jalal al-din Rumi died at Konya. The 17th of December is thus called Sheb-i Arus, meaning ‘Bride’s Night” or ‘Nuptial Night’ or ‘Wedding Night,’ because of the union of Mevlana with God. As Rumi’s epitaph states:

‘When we are dead, seek not our tomb in the earth, but find it in the hearts of men.’

 

Sri Aurobindo - Only the Inconceivable is left

 

A stillness absolute, incommunicable,

Meets the sheer self-discovery of the soul;

A wall of stillness shuts it from the world,

A gulf of stillness swallows up the sense

And makes unreal all that mind has known,

All that the labouring senses still would weave

Prolonging an imaged unreality.

Self’s vast spiritual silence occupies Space;

Only the Inconceivable is left,

Only the Nameless without space and time:

Abolished is the burdening need of life:

Thought falls from us, we cease from joy and grief;

The ego is dead; we are freed from being and care,

We have done with birth and death and work and fate.

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Huang Po

 

“This Dharma is Mind, beyond which there is no Dharma;

and this Mind is the Dharma, beyond which there is no mind.”

~ Huang Po 

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“There is only the one reality,

neither to be realized nor attained.

To say ‘I am able to realize something’

or ‘I am able to attain something’

is to place yourself among the arrogant. […]

There is just a mysterious tacit understanding

and no more.”

~ Huang Po

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The Natural State

art Kinuko.Y.Craft

The Natural State
Perfectly stay in the natural flow,
There is no other concentration.
Perfectly realize the natural state,
There is no other wisdom.
~ Patrul Rinpoche 

When shall I come to dwell in forests amongst the deer, the birds, the trees?
~ Shantideva

When both body and mind are at peace, all things appear as they are - perfect, complete, lacking nothing. 
~ Dogen Zenji

 
“Mountains and rivers, the great earth itself—these are the true masters, offering teachings without words.”
~ Chan Saying

“In the silence of the forest, where the winds chant their songs, one discovers the dharma more clearly than in a thousand sermons.”
~ Ajahn Chah

“Living among the pines and the cedars, I let the stream and rocks teach me how to practice.”
~ Ryokan

“To see the essence of things, walk in the wilderness; there, the mind and nature are one.”
~ Milarepa

“There are no greater temples than mountains, no more profound scriptures than rivers, no truer teachers than the rustling of leaves.”
~ Thich Nhat Hanh

“On retreat in nature, I see that the sound of the wind in the trees and the cry of the cuckoo are no different than the Buddha’s voice.”
~ Zen Master Bankei

“When the body sits at rest under a tree, the heart can truly take refuge in the forest’s stillness.”
~ Ajahn Sucitto

“A mind that is quiet and at ease, like a mirror reflecting the sky, finds its reflection in the unspoiled beauty of the natural world.”
~ Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche

“The forests and mountains invite us to abide in a state of simplicity, to rediscover the ground of being.”
~ The Buddha, paraphrased from the Pali Canon

The great 13th century master Longchen Rabjam said that nature provides a perfect support for resting in “the mind of uncontrived naturalness” which lies at the heart of the Buddhist Great Perfection tradition.
One’s own present awareness, left as it is, in natural ease,
Beyond qualities and flaws to be added or removed, accepted or rejected,
Is the unaltered, unchanging wisdom of pure awareness;
And to rest in this experience is to unite view and meditation.
~ Patrul Rinpoche 

May you find your way home today - to your true nature, the natural state.
With Palms Together 

Lama Michael

Thanks to Michael Gregory

 

Swami Abhishiktananda - Return within

 

Return within,

to the place where there is nothing,

and take care that nothing comes in.

Penetrate to the depths of yourself,

to the place where thought no longer exists,

and take care that no thought arises there!

There where nothing exists,

Fullness!

There where nothing is seen,

the Vision of Being!

There where nothing appears any longer,

the sudden appearing of the Self!

Dhyana is this!

Swami Abhishiktananda 

(Henri Le Saux)

Swami Abhishiktananda was a French Benedictine monk and priest who felt called to live in india in order to set up contemplative monasteries there. He ended up staying the rest of his life and discovering more than he had bargained for in the general life of india and particularly in advaita vedanta. He never renounced his vocation as a monk or priest

Joan Tollifson - Undeniable and unavoidable

 

Naming this undivided wholeness (calling it wholeness, unicity, Consciousness, awareness, the Self, the True Self, the One Mind, presence, Buddha Nature, emptiness, or any other name) is always potentially misleading because names create the mirage-like appearance of something in particular (this but not that). And what we’re talking about is not something. It is everything and no-thing. Emptiness is what remains when all our ideas, words and beliefs about life drop away. It is not nothing in a nihilistic sense. It is everything, just as it is. 

This wholeness or emptiness is not some abstract idea or mystical state of consciousness, but simply the undeniable actuality of this moment – the sounds of traffic, the hum of machinery, the song of a bird, the knowingness that this is and that you are here. This bare being, this aware presence, this present experiencing requires no belief and cannot be doubted. It is undeniable and unavoidable. What can be doubted are all the ideas, interpretations, and stories about this. All our confusion and suffering is in this conceptual overlay, never in Reality itself. This book is about seeing through the imaginary problem.

---Joan Tollifson, from her book, “Painting the Sidewalk with Water”

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Ed Crowley - In Rumi’s field

 People often 
ask me where
I live and what’s 
the name of my 
hometown road
I smile 
as I tell them 
it’s nowhere 
Yet 
it’s everywhere 
and it’s simply 
my humble abode 
I’m the 
Unknown Wanderer 
and hence 
I simply wander 
then I pivot 
Awareness around 
Into the stillness 
of the Silence 
as I lay my soul 
down in Rumi’s field 
Where the 
Beloved Ones 
teachings are revealed 
If you want to know 
where I call home at 
the end of the day 
look up at the stars 
It’s beyond your vision 
but if you look 
long enough you’ll 
sense me there
spinning like a Sufi 
in the boundless 
galaxy 
of the Milky Way 
But you can find me 
if you simply look 
within your heart 
That’s where I’ve 
always been right 
from the start 

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Knock,

And He'll

open the door

Vanish,

And He'll

make you shine

like the sun

Fall,

And He'll

raise you to

the heavens

Become nothing,

And He'll turn you

into Everything.

Jalal Ad-Din Rumi

 

The silence of intuited unicity is always on

It cannot and need not be contrived 

or arrived at or made anew

It is either recognized or not

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Christian Bobin - Silence is the highest form of thought

 

For a long time I let this slow movement towards the unknown, 
this highest form of knowledge, be fulfilled in me: 
the dream, the worship of silence. 
It is never in vain that we give way 
to this elementary beauty which seizes the soul 
in the spiral of a star or anything in the world:
such certainty soothes the hours when I do not write, as those when I write. 

It illuminates the night and its angelic sister, solitude. 
Silence is the highest form of thought 
and it is by developing in us this silent attention 
mute to the day, that we will find our place 
in the absolute that surrounds us.
It is ours when all is lacking and all is far from being _ 
to give our life the patience of a work of art, 
the flexibility of reeds that the hand of 
the wind wrinkles, In homage to winter. 
A little silence is enough. 
A little of this immaterial food that the mother dispensed 
by reading a story that dug the night and burned it to infinity...

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Shams-e Tabrîzî said to Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī

Happy Birthday Beloved Rumi ♡

"A hundred more years from now,

My Poems will be your evening-talks,

Just like Joseph's beauty!"

-Rumi

Today (September 30, 2024) is Mv Rumi's 817th Birthday,

and just as he had said, Rumi's Wisdom is still enlightening our Globe.

                                                                      “Shams said to Rumi:

—You are a scholar, a leader, 

a guide, and an authority!

Rumi answered:

—I am no longer the scholar, leader, 

and guide of the external world… 

I am one of the poor on a journey 

in the world beyond reason, 

lit by the torch you sparked.

Shams said again:

—You still maintain rational thinking! 

Since you could not go beyond reason, 

you are not a native of this region!

Rumi responded:

—From now on, 

I will veil my mind with my heart… 

I became crazy… 

With your spiritual guidance, 

I became a native of this land.

Shams said:

—You still make calculations! 

You are not intoxicated with love! 

You are out of this world! 

This world is lit not by mind but by love. 

You cannot even see what is before you!

Rumi said to Shams:

—Since that moment, 

with your spiritual guidance, 

I became a fire from top to bottom 

entirely covered by love and ecstasy.

This time Shams said:

—You are the torch of this community! 

Your place is high.

Rumi said:

—From now on, my torch is extinguished. 

In my eye, it is no different 

from the May beetle. 

I am now walking under the light 

of other torches.

Shams said:

—You are not dead. 

You still maintain your external life. 

You cannot cross through this door 

like that to the other side. 

You have to completely abandon 

your mundane existence.

Rumi answered:

—It was in the past. 

After I met you, I am no longer alive 

in the conventional sense. 

I have died as I have come across 

a new type of existence.

Shams said to him:

—You still rely on your ego at some points. 

You still maintain your position and titles. 

Free yourself from them.

Rumi replied:

—From now on, I will be seeking position 

in the divine presence 

to which you are drawing me. 

I have abandoned my earlier existence 

and whatever belongs to it. 

I have surpassed it all.

Shams said:

—You still have arms and wings! 

Therefore, I cannot give you 

new arms and wings!

Rumi answered:

—From now on, I will break my arms and wings, 

so that I can become your arms and wings!”

At that moment, Shams was convinced 

that his mission was over 

as he had given him wings to travel 

to the horizons full of divine manifestations… 

And he left him alone in the world 

of blissful separation from the world of union.

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The Melody of Silence - from the Qur'an

 

**The Melody of Silence**

In the depths of the soul, where words dissolve,

Sounds a secret melody,

A music that no ear can hear,

For it is woven from the very silence,

This sacred silence, where the world ceases to whisper,

And where the eternal song of the Divine begins.

_"And when the heavens are split in two,

Obedient to their Lord,

They will accomplish their mission._

-Qur'an, 84:1-2

This melody has neither beginning nor end,

She is the echo of an ancient Love,

A Love that exists before time,

Before the stars are lit,

Before the universe was woven.

She is the first breath,

He who gave life to clay,

And which continues to resonate in the hearts of those who listen,

With the ears of the soul.

_"By the Breath of the Most Merciful,

He taught the Qur'an,

He created man,

He taught her how to express herself._

-Qur'an, 55:1-4

In the melody of silence,

Each note is a prayer,

Each break, a return to the Source.

Those who have passed through the tempests of ego,

And the torments of the spirit,

Know that this music is not found in the noise of the world,

But in inner quietude,

Where heaven and earth meet,

In the sacred union of being and non-being.

_"And whoever trusts in God,

God suffices._

- Quran, 65:3

The melody of silence is the voice of Love,

Who speaks without words,

Who touches without touching,

Who kisses without hugging.

It is the melody that the prophets heard in their hearts,

When they were alone with the Beloved,

When the night enveloped the world,

And the whole cosmos seemed to hold its breath,

Waiting for the Light to reveal itself.

Shabistari - The Secret of the Universe

 

Non-being is the mirror of Absolute Being. 

There, the radiance of Reality is reflected 

And grasps its reflection in a second. 

Unity is manifest in plurality

Just as, when you count one, it becomes many. 

All numbers begin by one,

Yet you can never find their end.

Since Non-being is pure in itself

It is in it that the "bidden treasure" is reflected. 

Read the Hadith "I was a hidden treasure'

So you can enter this boundless mystery. 

Non-being is the mirror, the world is the reflection, 

Man the reflected eye of the Invisible Person. 

You are this reflected eye; 

He is the light of the eye. 

And in this eye, His eye sees His own eye.

The world is a man and a man is a world.

When dive into the abyss of this mystery

You are at once the seer, the eye that sees, and what is seen. 

The sacred tradition has affirmed it

And demonstrated it "without eyes or ears' 

Know, then, the entire universe is a mirror. 

In each atom nest a hundred flaming suns: 

Cleave the heart of single drop of water- 

A hundred pure oceans will gush out. 

Examine a single grain of dust-

A thousand Adams will arise.

In its limbs, a fly is like an elephant;

In its qualities, a drop of rain is like the Nile.

The entire universe is hidden

In the heart of a millet grain;

The heart of a barleycorn

Is richer than a hundred harvests.

In the wing of a fly streams the ocean of Life;

In the pupil of the eye an endless heaven opens.

However tiny the grain of the heart may be,

The Lord of all the world has made his dwelling there.

There the two worlds have been made one:

The Tempter manifests God's terrible majesty, 

And Adam His divine beauty.

Contemplate the world as it is,

Angels interweave with devils, Satan with Gabriel. 

Everything is assembled like a seed and its fruit- 

The unbeliever with the believer, the loyal with the disloyal. 

Everything is united on the diamond-point of the present- 

The cycles and seasons, the day, the month, the year, 

The world without beginning and the world without end. 

The mission of Jesus coincides with the creation of Adam: 

From each point of this always-revolving circle 

Thousands of forms are born.

In its turning, every point is sometimes a center, sometimes a circumference. If you were to remove one atom from its place, 

The entire universe would crumble in ruin. 

The All is a vertiginous whirlwind, 

Yet no part of it finds itself beyond the limits of contingency,

For Emanation keeps everything in dependence.

Everything is desperate from being separated from the All;

Everything travels ceaselessly and yet stays in its place;

Everything is always in movement and yet always at peace-

Never beginning, and never ending. 

Everything knows its essence and this is why 

Everything is always racing toward the Throne. 

Under the veil of every atom is hidden

The ravishing beauty of the face of the Beloved!

Nisargadatta Maharaj - Choice and destiny

 

"Questioner:

Surely, I am not the master of what happens.

... Its slave rather.

Nisargadatta Maharaj:

𝐁𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞.

... 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐟!

Questioner:

Does it imply avoidance of action?

Nisargadatta Majaraj:

You cannot avoid action.

... It happens, like everything else.

Q: My actions, surely, I can control.

NM: Try!

... You will soon see that you do what you must.

Q: I can act, according to my will.

NM: You know your will,

... Only 'after' you have acted.

Q: I remember my desires, the choices made, the decisions taken, and act accordingly.

NM: Then your memory decides - not you!

Q: Where do 'I' come in?

NM: You make it possible by giving it Attention.

Q: Is there no such thing as Free-Will?

... Am I not Free to desire?

NM: Oh No!

... You are compelled to desire!

In Hinduism the very idea of 'free-will' is non-existent.., so there is no word for it.

... Will is commitment - fixation, bondage!

Q: I am Free to choose my limitations.

NM: You must be Free first!

To be Free 'in' the world,

... You must be Free 'of' the world.

Otherwise, your past decides for you, And your future: Between what had happened, and what must happen - you are caught!

Call it Destiny or Karma, but never Freedom.

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠,

... 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 '𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞'."

I am that

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Ginny Lonsdale - Stillness speaks ...

A field, transparent expanse
no inside, no outside
no boundary
through all things
underneath all things
before all things
from which all things arise -
just movement rising and falling 

no agitation
no naming
no reference - one thing to another
nothing is object
and no attributes
thus nothing strikes - 
one thing against the other
no agitation 

It is peace, utter peace
'the peace that passeth understanding'
the words 'peace' and 'calm'
are limp slivers of linguistic conceit
they cannot transmit this knowing 

HOME of pure freedom
all-embracing
no me - no past, no identity - completely unbound
immersed
merged
dissolved
no-longer
only awareness
deep unfathomable peace 

just the gift that always is
Reality's Self 

emerging through the door of this transcendent HOME
one last kiss and wave off:
"this is The Stillness. people live in this Stillness"
a respectful, gentle invitation ...
with a dash of humour,
like ... 'you might like to give this a try ... there's nothing stopping you' (nudge, nudge) 

a white liquid light
poured
through the head into the crevices of the brain
down into the body
filling every vibrating molecule with 
exquisite sweetness
scintillating divine light nectar
of which I had never known before
nourishing this material form.
A loving embrace - divine LIGHT pouring itself into 'me'
Every part of this body responded with delight
and fell asleep.

               

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