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Thursday, August 18, 2016

Naomi Stone - Early morning



Good morning...
Perhaps those of you 
who read my streaming writing
are beginning to know how sacred 
this time is for me....
early morning..
my own renewal time..

The silence is truly a balm...... 
the silken touch
from spiritual hands....
that touch 
the vulnerabilities 
that come from being human....

the soft presence 
that could be described
a thousand ways...

a time for
balancing......centering.........
opening the sheltering space
which is touched only by the purity 
of divine silence...
a soulful presence beyond our words..
yet...there is no mistaking
that
it is a living presence

the up close and personal embrace
of belovedness..

There is a way of letting the words fall 
into uncreated space
like drifting

soft silence

an anointing energy

a song 
of meaning 
for my heart alone

We spin and weave our story
from the creative spaces
within ourselves
where
we feel the blessing and the glory
of the Light 
that
illuminates the revelation
of this present moment

that touches
the secrets of a vibrant life

in the midst of all
the illusions

a song
only the Beloved
can sing





I am not seen but am the seer.
I am not heard but I am the hearer.
I am not thought of but am the thinker, never known but the knower.
I am your self, your inner director, your immortal one.
I am always and never all the time.
~ Brihadaranyaka Upanishad.

 

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Longchenpa on Dzogchen view



Longchenpa clarifies the Dzogchen view:

"Because Awareness (Rigpa) has no finite essence, and because suchness and deliberate activity are mutually exclusive, and because Awareness is already timelessly and spontaneously present, nothing need be done concerning levels of realization on which to train, spiritual paths to traverse, mandalas to visualize, empowerments to be bestowed, paths to cultivate in meditation, samaya to uphold, enlightened activities to accomplish, and so forth. This is because there is no need to accomplish anew what is already timelessly and spontaneously accomplished. If there were such need, it would be inappropriate to use the conventional designation "spontaneously present and uncompounded." And it would follow that dharmakaya was subject to destruction, because it would be compounded, and this because it would be created by causes and conditions." (practices etc.) Longchenpa, Choying Dzod, A Treasure Trove of Scriptural Transmission, page 120, first paragraph. Padma Publications.

Page 190: first main paragraph:

Longchenpa writes: "Since all phenomena are timelessly free, nothing need be done to free them anew through realization."

Next paragraph: "Even the thought that freedom comes about through direct introduction is deluded. One strives to free this essence from whatever binds it, but nothing need be done to free it, for unobstructed Awareness, which has never existed as anything whatsoever, does not entail any duality of something to be realized and someone to realize it. There is equalness because nothing is improved by realization or worsened by it's absence, so there is no need for any adventitious realization. And because there never has existed anything to realize- for the ultimate nature of phenomena is beyond ordinary consciousness- to speak of realization on even the relative level is nothing but deluded. What can be shown at this point is the transcendence of view and meditation, in which nothing need be done regarding realization, nothing need be directly introduced, and no state of meditation need be cultivated. So there is the expression 'it is irrelevant whether or not one has realization'."

Page 191: middle paragraph

"In this case what makes perfect sense in the Ati approach is the superior realization whereby one directly experiences the unobstructed state in it's nakedness, without relying on anything whatsoever. Since one does not experience separation from the essence of Awareness even for an instant, to say that is realized or perceived is merely to use a conventional expression."



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Monday, August 15, 2016


Chuck Surface - Understanding and Experience



Intellectual understanding, however diamond-like, will only push "you" shallowly beneath the waves. And that pushing, born of the mind having reached a “conclusion”, will need to be continued; remembering, reminding one's self, and re-concluding, again and again, of the "idea", the concept, that "All there is, is Consciousness." So many have planted a flag here, just beneath the waves, on the far frontiers of Heaven.

There "you" will drift, having seen through, intellectually, the falsity of identification with the wave you had taken yourself to be, identification, still present, now having simply shifted, in intellectual understanding alone, to the Ocean. You will have completed the “physics class” of contemporary nonduality.

You will have thought yourself, reasoned yourself, and come to a conclusion that you are free. You will know that you are not an object-perceiver-experiencer-person, but will continue to feel as if you are, in ways vast, varied, and supremely subtle.  Initially the psycho-intellectual shift will give cause for celebration, for it is not inconsequential. But in time... you will wonder why that which you had taken to be Wine, tastes like tepid water. The “thirst” of the mind will have been satisfied, but the Heart’s longing for the Drunkenness of Fullness, Completion, and Bliss will remain unsatisfied.

You will not know the Taste, the Fragrance, the Experience of Absolute Nonduality; the Embrace of The Beloved; the vanishing, in experience, not concept, of space, time, objects, and yourself. Nor will you know, in open-eyed existence in the Dream of space and time, the Experience of Dissolution and Bliss that only comes when not only the mind is Liberated, but the Heart, and the somatic aspect of the manifest Being is Illumined

The Kingdom of Heaven is Within. And you cannot read, hear, watch, or think your way to the Experience of it.  However powerfully evocative, these will only bring you to the frontiers. You cannot come to the Experience by locating it on a map, reading a description, however profound and articulate, or looking at photos, however beautiful.
 
You must dive deep...  behind...  before all that appears, including the felt sense of yourself as the investigator, the enquirer, the one seeking to experience Pure Awareness. For Heaven, Pure Awareness, is only experienced when all that appears ceases, including the experiencer-perceiver, leaving only That to which, from which, within which, and most confoundingly as which, all appears.

     Back... back...
     Before... before...

     Before thinking,
     And the felt sense of yourself as the thinker.

     Before language, words, and mental images,
     And the meanings and emotions they carry.

     Before perceptions and sensations,
     And the felt sense of the their perceiver-experiencer.

     Back... back...
     Before... before...

The outward wandering Wave of Attention must be fiercely committed to discovering its Source, The Ocean within, from which it arises and to which it returns; Fierce enough not to stop at intellectual understanding; Fierce enough to go beyond, behind, before knowing and understanding; Fierce enough to move in Feeling Enquiry to the point of its own Vanishing in The Great Mystery that lays  before, beyond, behind all duality, Absolutely.

     The Kingdom of Heaven is Within.
     Go there.
     And don’t stop at understanding,
     Continue on, until Experience alone exists...

     Free, at last, of the experiencer.

     Dip the salt doll self,
     Again and again and again,
     Into the Ocean of Pure Awareness,
     Until only a handful of saltwater emerges.

     Understanding will lead you to the Shore,
     Where thinking must give way to Feeling,
     Where concept must give way to Experience,
     Of Existence as Pure Awareness...

     Heaven.






Saturday, August 13, 2016

Jeff Foster - the One who survives



You are awake.

You feel infinite depths of loneliness and despair,
no longer your own, but all of humanity’s. 
You are now moved by the smallest of things. 
A word. A sound. A breath.

Your heart has cracked open and cannot be closed.
 
They may call you 'selfish'
but they have no idea
what the self actually is.
They have not yet plunged
into its fathomless depths.
 
Sometimes we have to hit rock bottom
to know ourselves
as the One who survives.

Sometimes it is the fall
that wakes us. 


 Both photos Enzo Perrazziello


 

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Rumi - Subtle degrees




subtle degrees
of domination and servitude
are what you know as love

but love is different
it arrives complete
just there
like the moon in the window

like the sun
of neither east nor west
nor of anyplace

when that sun arrives
east and west arrive

desire only that
of which you have no hope
seek only that
of which you have no clue

love is the sea of not-being
and there intellect drowns

this is not the Oxus River
or some little creek
this is the shoreless sea;
here swimming ends
always in drowning

a journey to the sea
is horses and fodder
and contrivance
but at land’s end
the footsteps vanish

you lift up your robe
so as not to wet the hem;
come! drown in this sea
a thousand times

the moon passes over the
ocean of non-being

droplets of spray tear loose
and fall back
on the cresting waves

a million galaxies
are a little scum
on that shoreless sea


-- Version by Daniel Liebert
(no ode number given)
“The Rumi Collection”
Threshold Books, 1998


Amata Natasha Goldie ~ Love’s Ecstacy ~



You are my core, my essence,
Yet I cannot hear your heartbeat,
You are my song, my hearts’ calling,
Yet, I cannot feel your soft breath,
You are my deepest yearning, my intoxication,
Yet, distance tortures us, into submission,

And now, Beloved,
We are together,
Our hands move as rapid whispers,
In the forbidden forest of Loves’ desire,

O divine ache,
You leave me unfeathered,
The memory of your scent,
Traces a path of tenderness to my soul,

O sweet lover,
Come to me, in pure nakedness,
And leave the world at my feet,
This longing can only be complete,
When our worlds meet,
As one virtuoso, one symphony

To sing Loves’ ecstasy

© Amata Natasha Goldie – All rights reserved