Alan Watts & Jiddu Krishnamurti ~ The vast extent of our Being

 

video by Aaron Paradox

 

 "On the first day, while I was more conscious of the things around me, I had the most extraordinary experience. There was a man mending the road; that man was myself; the pickaxe he held was myself; the very stone which he was breaking up was a part of me; the tender blade of grass was my very Being, and the tree beside the man was myself. I could feel and think like the roadmender, and I could feel the wind passing through the tree, and the little ant on the blade of grass I could feel. The birds, the dust, and the very noise were a part of me. Just then, there was a car passing by at some distance; I was the driver, the engine, and the tyres. I was in everything, or rather everything was in me, inanimate and animate, the mountain, the worm, and all breathing things. All day long, I remained in this happy condition."
~ Jiddu Krishnamurti 

"We have been brought up to identify ourselves with just the ego, and so we ignore and are unaware of the vast, vast extent of our Being. People who by various methods become fully aware of their cosmic Consciousness have what is called a mystical experience. They discover that the real deep, deep Self - that which you really are, fundamentally and forever - is the whole of Being. All that there is, that's you."
~ Alan Watts

"What you actually are, is Being. Being is not the mind thinking. Thinking is a movement, a motion. Being is the silence that precedes the motion. You cannot see it, you cannot grasp it, because you are it. The feeling that you are, the unadorned naked Awareness that is always there, rarely heeded, is what you always have been, always will be, cannot not be. You can't look for it because it is what is looking. It is like space, you can't see it but everything is in it. Everything is it."
~ Jiddu Krishnamurti 

"You have to get away from all that madness for a while because we become insane, we get confused with our roles. Man is not his role. Man is deeper than that. So, go into the forest or some place alone in nature, all by yourself, and find out who you really are! And when you no longer confuse yourself with your particular temporary body, but identify with the entire process of nature and the whole cosmos... When death comes, what a funny thing that will happen. Death comes, and will find no one to kill."
~ Alan Watts

 

 

Thanks to Simon Bartholome

 

 

Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī ~ A Garden Beyond Paradise

 

 

 Everything you see has its roots
    in the unseen world.
The forms may change,
    yet the essence remains the same.

Every wondrous sight will vanish,
every sweet word will fade.
    But do not be disheartened,
The Source they come from is eternal--
growing, branching out,
    giving new life and new joy.

Why do you weep?--
That Source is within you,
and this whole world
    is springing up from it.

The Source is full,
its waters are ever-flowing;
    Do not grieve,
    drink your fill!
Don't think it will ever run dry--
This is the endless Ocean!

From the moment you came into this world,
a ladder was placed in front of you
    that you might transcend it.

From earth, you became plant,
from plant you became animal.
Afterwards you became a human being,
endowed with knowledge, intellect and faith.

Behold the body, born of dust--
    how perfect it has become!

Why should you fear its end?
When were you ever made less by dying?

When you pass beyond this human form,
no doubt you will become an angel
and soar through the heavens!

But don't stop there.
Even heavenly bodies grow old.

Pass again from the heavenly realm
    and plunge into the ocean of Consciousness.
Let the drop of water that is you
    become a hundred mighty seas.

But do not think that the drop alone
becomes the Ocean--
    the Ocean, too, becomes the drop!

Eric Baret ~ Life is not a concept

 

“In time it becomes evident that life is not a concept. That life cannot be thought. “
The mind cannot understand. The only thing we can do together is to come to see what is not. Yes, is not. The mind wants to choose, but then you come to see very clearly at some point that something is stopping you. There is no freedom, there is nothing pre-determined either, they are both concepts of the mind. You cannot have one concept without the other. So yes, you say: “see that you have a story”, and yes you can say: “there is no such thing as a story”, because there is no one there to “have any story”. So what do you do with that? If you follow the two lines of feeling very deeply you come to a blank state and in this blank state there is dissolution. And you see it is not the one, nor the other. They are both concepts. But these concepts have been recalled from memory. In time it becomes evident that life is not a concept. That life cannot be thought.
That’s why you can never say: “I understand something.” This realization will knowingly remain as a constant background present before any upsurge of understanding. All knowing is included in not knowing. The moment you say ” I know this ” you exclude the opposite. So of course you challenge the knowledge later on and it is very upsetting to the mind. We realize that wanting to understand was a need to grasp what cannot be grasped. It goes against what we have said that there is no sense in anything. You may hear that and feel very happy. To make sense out of the idea that there is no sense in anything gives you a feeling of security. Then someone tells you: ” Look you are making sense out of it ” and then the mind becomes crazy because it sees that it cannot not make sense out of it. Because when you understand that there is no sense in anything, you are saying to yourself: ” that makes sense “. You are falling into the trap. So you have to constantly observe yourself because you constantly want to grasp what you cannot grasp and for the mind of course it is very upsetting. But it works. You must see the mechanism of understanding there is nothing to understand. There is nothing to understand, — you hear that and say: “Yes, now I understand that” and again you fall into the trap. So you must stop knowingly before understanding.

 

 

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Monica Dayakar ~ Are We There Yet?

 

The song, sings itself

Drowning into your own tears

All handholds of control
Fall through

A translucent mirage

Transparently beautiful

A meme-fied life, can at best be
Just that

Life shows up, as it does
And can look and feel like anything at all

All concern falls away

At some point I realised, that life... this deep impulse propelling me... had completely over taken me and I didn't even give a damn about my problems... or even if I was happy or sad

I tried for so long and so hard... to be happy

And this shift ain't about being happy !

That perhaps was the first inkling, I had, that it had nothing to do with me... personally


If I'd known what was in store and could have had a choice in this... good gosh
I'd have run a million miles
So fast
I would have left my feet behind


Not having any goal or outcome in mind... of how or what this is... or what to expect
Boy was I in for the shock of my life

I set out wanting to know the Truth... having absolutely no clue what that would look like or even if I'd recognise it, if it was staring me in the face

Having a preconceived notion of some sort of unending bliss... is the palliative dished out to the masses
An opiate
To dull the ache
But the pain doesn't go away

I had absolutely no grounding in formalized religion, or spirituality, or teaching, the words, karma, moksha, enlightenment, awakening, duality, even non-duality, realization...{ you get the drift } had no meaning for me

For that matter, the words, Guru and God, had no meaning either

All interpretations ceased

All demands of better or happier, fell away

These knots untie themselves

Beyond this... nothing is


Hope melts like ice into the ocean

And footprints of fear... can no longer be found

I stand on the balcony
The dark indiscernible from the night

And the light... from the sun


And find its all love

All love

Love itself... conceptualised

Fell through itself

Yet love was all that remained

Intuited unicity

Many believe, meditation or enquiry or grace of the guru will lead to the shift


It's like saying the tomato and cucumber sandwich I had for breakfast
Or the lilac dress I wore the other night


These may or may not have happened

The mind tries to connect the dots... and bend it to claim it as its own doing

It seems unfathomable to it, that it is it's own charade

The belief not only in volition, but also in a one to have it

Awakening is utterly uncaused

It makes me cry that people think they somehow have to be deserving of this, that is them!

Or they need to purify the body or the mind... or align their chakras or whatever BS...!!

Tears

There are no qualification requirements

Separation of any kind... even witnessing... is just that... imaginary lines where none exist!
Its like saying... separation can lead to unity
Any concept of oneness, isn't it

There never was, no one, nor two, nor nothing

A random response to someone's comment popped up

"If you are earnest and have an effective practice , there must be awakening sooner or later..."

Nope !!

Hahaha

If you are earnest and have an effective practice

Then all you are, is earnest and have a practice

The rest is wishful thinking

Including that the practice is "effective"

Is like saying that there's someone to get someplace

Or that there's even some place one needs to get to
From here to there

Like saying
"Are we there yet?"

Chasing one's own tail
In a catch me if you can game

A toy train
On a circular track
Looping back on itself

All effort-ing to keep the mind away from life

At arm's distance
Keeping life at bay

There's simply no escape...!

And here you are

Slam dunk

Where you always were

Ah... this intimacy
At once closer than close, even than your own breath

It was always your own love beckoning you back

When did I even want to run away
From the joys and the pain

From this gloriousness of being

And I taste the salt of my own tears
And it smells of the sea

And the fluttering of my heart
The leaves of a jamun tree

And the love that I feel
My own sweet embrace

A full bodied, Merlot
Drowning in its own juices

Again and again

And

Again...

~~Monica Dayakar
~~10/06/2015

 

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Jeff Foster ~ The faith and the wonder

 

photo Georgos Tsamakdas

 

I do not believe in anything.
I have no religion.
I have no god, including the gods of money, science and atheism.
I hold no fixed theories about reality, including that one.
I see heaven and hell, karma, reincarnation and the search for enlightenment as beautiful fairy tales.
I have no guru, no lineage, no teacher, and so everything teaches me.
I see doubt and profound mystery as my most trusted companions.
I walk no path except the one appearing directly in front of me.
I have no home except this sacred moment.
I trust nothing at all, except whatever happens.
I find no meaning in life except the fearless living of it.
I know that today could be my final day.
I feel grateful for all that was given and all that was taken away.
I see the inherent limitation of language and yet love to play with it.
I see the joke in using the words "I", "me" and "mine" and yet delight in using them.
I realise that I am not my story, and realise that even that isn't true.
I find it impossible to say anything about myself, for experience is constantly changing.
I find it effortless to talk about myself, for who I am never changes.
I know that on the deepest level I am profoundly equal to you.
I know that these sentences are pale imitations of truth.
I do not believe in anything.
I have no religion.
Except the in- and out- breaths.
And endlessly deepening
wonder.

 

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Hafiz ~ Wings of Love

 

 

 The lily-perfumed wings of love
Will lay the dust of all your grief.
Patience my heart, and struggle on.
For when love binds,
It binds you to the tyranny of a racing steed,
And when love scatters,
It flings the soul-like fragments of the stars
Out of the ambergris scented woods.
Love makes of each moment an eternity
And tends the garden of the heart’s desire
When love mocks, ruby tears fall heavy as pomegranates
And when love looks, it sees your deepest mystery.
Love seeks out the tears of hidden hearts
And turns not from the Lovers of the Dawn.
Is there a remedy for the pain of love?
Or is it too unbearable for thought?
One taste of the medicine
And you will realise just how sick you have been.
Those who plead in the defence of love
In love’s judgement shall find grace
And to that court, Hafiz
May your heart fly… 

ANCIENT WHIRLING SONG OF BREATH

 

Paramahansa Yogananda ~ Pure Spirit

 

Everything is God.
This very room and the universe
are floating like a motion picture
on the screen of my consciousness....
I look at this room and I see nothing but pure Spirit,
pure Light, pure Joy...
The picture of my body and your bodies
and all things in this world
are only rays of light streaming out
of that one sacred Light.
As I see that Light I behold nothing anywhere but pure Spirit.

-Sri Sri Paramahansa Yogananda,
talking to disciples at SRF Asram,
Encinitas, California