Jiddu Krishnamurti - Fatal error!

From Darkess to Light, preface

Neither time nor space exists for the man who knows the eternal.

Space and time are real for the man who is yet imperfect and space is divided for him into dimensions, time into past, present and future. He looks behind him and sees his birth, his acquisitions, all that he has rejected. That past is being continually modified by the future which is ever being added to it. From the past man turns his eyes to the future where death, the unknown, the darkness, the mystery, await him.

Fascinated by these he can no longer detach himself from them. The mystery of the future holds for him the fulfilment of all his desires, which the past has denied to him, and in his dreams he flies to that brilliant horizon where happiness must exist, where he must seek it.

Fatal error!

No one will ever pierce the infinite mystery of the future - impenetrable in its evanescent illusion - neither magician, prophet nor God! But on the contrary it will be the mystery which will engulf man, which will not let him escape, which will break the mainspring of his life.

Life is not to be approached through the past, nor through the mirage of the future. Life cannot be approached through intermediaries, nor conquered for another.

That discovery can only be made in the immediate present - by the individual for himself and not for others - by the individual who has become the eternal ``I''. That eternal ``I'' is created by the perfection of the self - perfection in which all things are contained, even human imperfections. Man, not yet having achieved that condition of life in the present, lives in the past which he regrets, lives in the future where he hopes, but never in the present which he ignores. This is the case with all men.

Balanced between the past and the future, the ``I'' is poised as a tiger ready to spring, as an eagle ready to fly, as the bow at the moment of releasing the arrow.
This moment of equilibrium, of high tension, is ``creation.'' It is the fullness of all life, it is immortality.

The wind of the desert sweeps away all trace of the traveller.
The sole imprint is the footstep of the present. The past, the future... sands blown by the wind.

 Thanks to deathdeconstructed

Nirmala - Swallowed whole by this love

Nobody is my lover
I searched for her for lifetimes
and finally noticed
she was always at my side
nothing is my heart's true desire
but something
used to always get in the way
now emptiness fills me to overflowing
as I fall into my lover's embrace
I can love you or ...
I can love love itself
and thus love you truly
letting illusion rest at last
has freedom spoiled me for any other lover
or is there room for the one in the infinite
questions fall away in the embrace of my true
love
join me in her arms
and rest at last
I am carried
like a mother holding her infant child
tender, yet firm
I am provided for
with caring attention
that anticipates every need
and yet
I am swallowed whole by this love

http://endless-satsang.com/

 

 

Sufism - What a marvel!

What a marvel! That a Being Colorless
Displays a hundred thousand hues, shades!
What a wonder! That a Being Void of Form
Enrobes in forms beyond all numbering!
May we behold That Being in all the hues
And in all the forms.

Thus, in the name of That Which has no name,
Yet lifts to every name an answering head,
The name of That Which is the changeless One
Amidst the changing Many,
And within Whose Oneness all this Many is confined,
May we begin our work of Peace.

 

 

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Giovanni Giocondo - Letter To A Friend

art Minerva Teichert

 I salute you.
I am your friend, and my love for you goes deep.
There is nothing I can give you that you do not have.
But there is much, very much, which, while I cannot give it, you can take.
No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in it today. Take heaven!

No peace lies in the future, which is not hidden in this present little instant.
Take peace! The gloom of the world is but a shadow.
Behind it, yet within our reach, is joy.
There is radiance and glory in darkness, could we but see.
And to see, we have only to look. I beseech you to look!

Life is so generous a giver.
But we, judging its gifts by their covering,
cast them away as ugly or heavy or hard.
Remove the covering, and you will find beneath it a living splendor,
woven of love by wisdom, with power.
Welcome it, grasp it, and you touch the angel’s hand that brings it to you.
Everything we call a trial, a sorrow or a duty, believe me, that angel’s hand is there.
The gift is there and the wonder of an overshadowing presence.
Your joys, too, be not content with them as joys. They, too, conceal diviner gifts.

Life is so full of meaning and purpose,
so full of beauty beneath its covering,
that you will find earth but cloaks your heaven.
Have courage then to claim it; that is all!
But courage you have, and the knowledge that we are pilgrims together,
wending through unknown country home.

And so, at this time, I greet you, not quite as the world sends greetings,
but with profound esteem and with the prayer that for you,
now and forever, the day breaks and shadows flee away. 

 

Hafiz - Take one of my tears

Take one of my tears,
Throw it into the ocean

And watch the salt in the wounds
Of this earth and men begin to disappear.

Take one of my tears
And cradle it in your palm.
Mount a great white camel
And carry my love into every desert,
Paying homage to every Prophet
Who has ever walked in our world.

O take one of my tears
And stop weeping only for sadness,

For there is so much More to this life
Than you now understand.

Take one of my tears
And become like the Happy One,
O like the Happy One --
Who now lives Forever
Within me.

When a drop from my Emerald Sea
Touches your soul's mouth,
It will dissolve everything but your Joy
And an Eternal Wonder.

Then,
The Beloved will gladly hire you
As His minstrel

To go traveling about this world,
Letting everyone upon this earth

Hear
The Beautiful Names of God
Resound in a thousand chords!

Hafiz himself is singing tonight
In Resplendent Glory,

For the cup in my heart
Has revealed the Beloved's Face,
And I have His oath in writing

That He will never again depart.

0 Hafiz, take one of your tears,
For you are weeping like a golden candle-

Throw one tear into the Ocean of your own verse

And let the wounds
Of every lover of God who kneels in prayer
And comes close to your words
Begin, right now,
To disappear.

~ From: "I Heard God Laughing - Renderings of Hafiz"
Translated by Daniel Ladinsky ~

Mettā Sutta - Sutta Nipāta

1.8. Loving-kindness

 

    What should be done by one
    who is skilled in wholesomeness,
    to gain the State of Peacefulness is this:
    One should be able, upright, straight and not proud,
    easy to speak to, mild and well content,

    easily satisfied and not caught up
    in too much bustle, and frugal in one’s ways,
    with senses calmed, intelligent, not bold,
    not being covetous when with other folk,

    not even doing little things that other wise ones blame.
    (And this the thought that one should always hold):
    “May beings all live happily and safe,
    and may their hearts rejoice within themselves.

    Whatever there may be with breath of life,
    whether they be frail or very strong,
    without exception, be they long or short,
    or middle-sized, or be big or small,

    or dense, or visible or invisible,
    or whether they dwell far or they dwell near,
    those that are here, those seeking to exist—
    may beings all rejoice within themselves.”

    Let no one bring about another’s ruin
    and not despise in any way or place;
    let them not wish each other any ill
    from provocation or from enmity.

    Just as a mother at the risk of life
    loves and protects her child, her only child,
    so one should cultivate this boundless love
    to all that live in the whole universe—

    extending from a consciousness sublime
    upwards and downwards and across the world,
    untroubled, free from hate and enmity.

    And while one stands and while one sits
    or when one lies down still free from drowsiness,
    one should be intent on this mindfulness—
    this is divine abiding here they say.

    But when one lives quite free from any view,
    is virtuous, with perfect insight won,
    and greed for selfish desires let go,
    one surely comes no more to be reborn.

 Metta Sutta

Alan Watts - Bored or Distracted?

pic Martin Stranka

“As it is, we are merely bolting our lives—gulping down undigested experiences as fast as we can stuff them in—because awareness of our own existence is so superficial and so narrow that nothing seems to us more boring than simple being. 

If I ask you what you did, saw, heard, smelled, touched and tasted yesterday, I am likely to get nothing more than the thin, sketchy outline of the few things that you noticed, and of those only what you thought worth remembering.

Is it surprising that an existence so experienced seems so empty and bare that its hunger for an infinite future is insatiable?

But suppose you could answer, “It would take me forever to tell you, and I am much too interested in what’s happening now.”

How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such a fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself as anything less than a god? And, when you consider that this incalculably subtle organism is inseparable from the still more marvelous patterns of its environment—from the minutest electrical designs to the whole company of the galaxies—how is it conceivable that this incarnation of all eternity can be bored with being?”

~ Alan Watts, The Book: On the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are