Eric Baret - The simplest thing ever

 

If I can agree with conscience, can I reach the essence?

Take a moment to disagree with your conscience...
What could you be other than your conscience? You are not a red zebra located outside of consciousness to make agreement with it. This consciousness is you when you stop seeking anything, when you stop pretending to have the power to agree or disagree.
In your silence, between two thoughts, two perceptions, in deep sleep and in all times - because time appears in consciousness - your life is in perfect agreement with consciousness.
Delete any ideological comment about your life. Your knowledge about life prevents you from seeing how perfect it is. There is nothing to change about it. Your life changes that's life. You don't have to agree with anything. Otherwise you will always feel disagreement.
Wanting to be in agreement is scary. Afraid of what? The cause of fear is imaginary. At some point we stop shaking. What is presented is the deal. When I no longer call it positive or negative, success or failure, what comes up is none other than myself, but my resonance: there, there is real agreement. This is not an agreement of subject to object, it is an agreement of oneness, without separation. An agreement with your body when it suffers or functions, with life in what it offers you. Without asking to fulfill, to receive anything.
This is extraordinary to listen to. This transcends what we hear. The deep agreement of life is to listen.
To be a moment without asking, without waiting, is the simplest thing ever. This connects you to all beings, all worlds. There is symbiosis.
If you try to agree with anything, you agree with an ideology: if you are Muslim you agree with Sharia or Tarika, if you are Buddhist you agree with Sangha or dharma; with your concepts if you are an atheist etc. That deal is not worth a bit.
You have to come to terms with what is happening in the moment. But you can't do this It's grace that calls you and you refuse every moment because you want to be in agreement with the next moment... See the mechanism.
The emotion that arises in me, is with her that I have to be in agreement. There is nothing else.

 

 

 bhairava

 

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Tulku Urgyen Rinpoche - Easygoing imbecile

 

“It's best to be an easygoing imbecile.
That is how you should be, an easygoing idiot.
Recognize once (the nature of mind) and don't worry too much about it.
Merely carry on and don't speculate a lot, like an unintelligent person who doesn't question too much about things and is also easygoing, kind of relaxed, not upset about this or that."

 ~Tulku Urgyen Rinpoche in the book Vajra Heart Revisited

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Jeff Foster - My desperate and sad prayer

 

I…
I pray…
I pray for Israel.
I pray for Palestine.
I pray for all of us now.
And if you condemn me for taking sides,
or judge me for not taking sides,
then maybe you don’t understand
the depths of this love.
Because love itself is the prayer.
And the one who prays.
And the longing and the light.
And the darkness and the answer.
And so I pray for you too.
For all of your conflicting parts.
For all the children fighting within you.
And I pray for you to know
the Consciousness prior to identity.
I pray for you to know
the I Am itself.
Before I am a Palestinian.
Before I am an Israeli.
Before I am Jewish, Muslim, Christian, Buddhist, Hindu, or an atheist.
Before division itself.
Before any notion of God or her absence.
Before time.
Before all of this began.
Before the world,
the joy and the sorrow of living.
Before territory and history.
I am what you are.
I am your rage, your grief, your loneliness.
Your fear. Your vulnerable heart.
Your powerlessness. Your shaking.
And through these non-dual eyes,
perhaps we can finally love each other.
In spite of our beliefs.
In spite of our ancient rage and our lust for revenge.
In spite of religion.
In spite of what the holy books
tell us to think.
You are my brother.
My sister.
My child.
My mother.
My father.
I pray for love to permeate the world.
Before it’s too late.
I pray for awakening.
I pray for Palestine.
I pray for Israel.
Before it’s too late.
I pray for all the children.
All the babies.
All the mothers and fathers.
Sisters and brothers.
Friends and enemies.
I pray for the end of hostilities.
Before it’s too late.
I pray for all those who are scared right now.
I pray that my small, sad prayer helps in some way.
Even in some small way.
Even in some tiny way.
I pray for you.
I pray for me.
I pray for us.
I pray…
I…

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John Lennon - Something in all of us

 

“I’d rather let my spirit fly free, than be caged by religion. 

Become a Buddha not a Buddhist; become a Christ not a Christian. 

One implies an awakened state of consciousness, the other a dogmatic approach to life.

”God” is too big for one religion. Love & quantum physics are my religion. 

At one level, all religious traditions have the same aim—to transform the individual into a positive being.

 I love Jesus, I love Shiva, I love Krishna, I love Buddha. 

All rivers lead to the same ocean. “I believe in God, but not as one thing, not as an old man in the sky. 

I believe that what people call God is something in all of us.” 

ॐ ❤

Eckhart Tolle - today's rush

 

In today's rush
we all think too much,
seek too much,
want too much,
and forget about the joy of just being.

 

 

Alain Joly - Isn’t Life a Simple Thing?

 

 

 We as an apparent body and mind are nothing but the conditions met for the apparition of a world and all the resulting experiences that take place within it. We are simply housing the thoughts, feelings, and sense perceptions necessary to enact experience, and give it a shine of reality. But the essential of what we are is neither in thoughts, nor in feelings, nor in sense perceptions. The essential of a mind is made of consciousness. Awareness is its structure and its backbone, without which there would be nothing left. If it wasn’t for its awaring quality, our mind would be no mind. Our thoughts would crumble and disappear to never reappear. Our feelings and sensations would suddenly blacken and decay in an instant, to be never formed again. And the world would be swallowed back into infinity, if it wasn’t for the consciousness that gave it its essence and knowability. Look as you may, you won’t find a mind of your own anywhere. At best, just a few scattered thoughts, and the momentary and illusory appearance of a self.

Observe carefully. A few thoughts can never make a mind; and neither could some random feelings. You couldn’t own the necessary self that you need to function in a world, without some inseparable and indispensable measure of knowing. So it is all about knowing. It is all about being conscious. Awareness holds it all together — your body; your thoughts and feelings; your world as sense perceptions. All of these come into existence at the only condition that an ‘awareness’ is present. If awareness goes, you go. If consciousness goes, everything with you go. The world goes. No bodies viable. No flower fields. No Milky Way. Everything falling apart. Universe shut black. Just a mess! That’s the power of consciousness! Far from being a mere function of the body, awareness is what holds the body and the world together. It is the essence of everything. It is the indispensable matrix. It is the ocean in which the waves and currents of thoughts, sensations, and world are dancing. And it has no home where to rest but itself. In fact, it is itself a resting place for all apparent minds, bodies, things, selves that make up a world. Consciousness gives existence with its being, allows relationship with its knowing faculty, and brings the consolidation of happiness with its loving nature. Then it returns into itself and stays there, in utter peace and completeness — replete with itself. And when you have seen it all as it is, and yourself as you are — indivisible being — then might come simply a swell of awe. God, isn’t life a simple thing?

 

 

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Rainer Maria Rilke - All life is being lived

 

art Willem Haenraets

 

 And yet, though we strain
against the deadening grip
of daily necessity,
I sense there is this mystery:

All life is being lived.

Who is living it, then?
Is it the things themselves,
or something waiting inside them,
like an unplayed melody in a flute?

Is it the winds blowing over the waters?
Is it the branches that signal to each other?

Is it flowers
interweaving their fragrances,
or streets, as they wind through time?

Is it the animals, warmly moving,
or the birds, that suddenly rise up?

Who lives it then? God, are you the one
who is living life?


Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

 

 

Rupert Spira - Waiting Without Waiting, an Essay on Jean Klein

 

 I have read many of Jean Klein’s books, but I cannot tell you anything about his teaching. Anything said about it would be the mind’s attempt to reduce the infinite to the finite. If we want to speak of it, we should remain silent.

Likewise, anything we say about Jean Klein as a person tells us nothing about him. To know his teaching, the mind must give up its knowledge; to know him as a person, one must cease being a person.

My mother once visited the Albanian painter, Chatin Sarachi, and asked him about God, ‘If God exists, how do you dare even mention his name?’ he replied. Jean Klein was a man after Sarachi’s heart. How could the mind, which is itself an apparent fragmentation of reality, ever know let alone speak of it? The mind should tremble in the face of reality and fall to its knees in silence.

Jean Klein lived on his knees in silence. This silence is not the absence of sound; it lies behind and within both sound and its absence. It is the silence that Alice Meynell refers to when she writes, ‘My silence, life returns to Thee in all the pauses of her breath. Hush back to rest the melody that out of thee awakeneth, and Thou, wake ever wake for me.’

As a concession to one who longed for the peace of their true nature, Jean Klein would sometimes say, ‘Listen!’, and then, ‘Be the listening!’

Or, ‘Wait without waiting’.

When our waiting is divested of its object, it stands revealed as peace; when our longing is divested of the beloved, it stands revealed as love. When the perceiver merges with the perceived, there is only perceiving; when perceiving subsides, beauty shines.

Jean Klein was an artist. He didn’t see the world as a distraction from God’s being; he saw it shining with God’s being, as God’s being. He felt that a true work of art comes from this intuition or understanding, and becomes, as such, a pathway through which the contemplator of it may be taken to their true nature. Like the painter, Paul Cezanne, Jean Klein felt that the purpose of a work of art was ‘to give people a taste of nature’s eternity’.

Klein particularly felt this power in music. The opening verses of Rumi’s epic poem, ‘The Masnavi’, could have been written by him: ‘Anyone who has been separated from someone they love will understand my music. Every separation is an echo in the heart of the great separation, every sorrow an invitation to return. For anyone who has been taken from their home longs to go back.’

Jean Klein’s other great contribution to the contemporary expression of the non-dual understanding was his approach to yoga, rescuing it from new-age interpretations and restoring to it its original sacred significance. He understood that the body is not experienced as a solid object but as the ‘experience of sensing’, floating weightlessly like a cloud in the open, empty, loving sky of awareness. As this ‘energy body’ is surrendered into this transparent, luminous, loving presence, it gradually expands into it and is, in turn, permeated by it, like a cloud expanding into the sky becomes permeated by its emptiness. Each mingling and exchanging their substances until only this transparency, luminosity and love remains. That is the true body.

This is the meaning of Shiva Asana – the ultimate posture. Not a fixed position that the body adopts whilst lying on the floor but, in Christian terms, the ‘transfiguration’ of the physical body into the body of pure knowing, the body of love.

On the path of yoga, we surrender the body; on the path of knowledge, we surrender the surrenderer; on the path of love, we surrender the surrendering. In Jean Klein’s teaching, all three approaches come together as one.

https://rupertspira.com/