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Friday, September 20, 2024

Nisargadatta Maharaj - Choice and destiny

 


"Questioner:

Surely, I am not the master of what happens.

... Its slave rather.


Nisargadatta Maharaj:

๐๐ž ๐ง๐ž๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, ๐ง๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐š๐ฏ๐ž.

... ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ง๐ ๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐Ÿ!


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.


๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐“๐ซ๐ฎ๐ž ๐๐ž๐ข๐ง๐ ,

... ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐š๐œ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ '๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‡๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž'."




I am that

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Monday, September 9, 2024

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.


               


                    HERE




 

 

Wednesday, September 4, 2024

Donna Ashworth - 'This Rock'

 


art :Julia Arnt


We exist on a 4.5 billion year old rock

floating in an unfathomable expanse 

of nothing-ness

you and I

we are magnetically held in place

by an invisible force

along with 8 billion other people. 


every single thing that exists on this rock

is without doubt a work of art

so intricately crafted 

we will never truly discover the scope of wonder within


we are made of the same elements 

as everything that naturally surrounds us

just shaken up differently

and oh so magnificently


look at us, my friends. 

we are breathtaking

our breath alone

the power in that act 

is breathtaking


everything you are doing right now 

reading, feeling, understanding 

is fascinatingly complex

and yet we spend our days worrying about things

that are of no significance at all 

big-picture


walk around your world today 

with awe in your eyes 

and really see what you are living.


every aspect of this life

is nothing short of astonishing

and this rock we are clinging to with ease

is astounding.


eyes open, reach out, breathe deep


take it all in


this rock, our home, 

will know each of us

for only a heartbeat in its timeline. 


leave only love

live with only gratitude

look with only wonder.




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Monday, September 2, 2024

Nancy Neithercut - An all encompassing love

 



How long did we wait for our lives to begin? Believing that everything had to be 'just right', so we could finally relax

When you least expect it, when all hope is gone, when you realize that tale will never get pinned on the donkey, when you realize that all the ladders in the world will never reach the moon, when you're tired of trying to catch the wind, kiss your reflection in the moonlit pond, that it was simply a misconception that you were in charge of the stage door, and had to turn the crank on the merry-go- round,

you find infinite permutations of a butterfly kiss, and a beautiful intimacy of life slipping through your fingers as you slip through the lines, losing yourself and finding yourself awash in iridescent awe.

and in the end there is no doubt nor place for it to arise..........

all the secret corners of your being have been undone

there is nothing left to hide nor anywhere to hide it

nor anyone to hide...

there is nothing in the bottom of the cup

not even emptiness

or nothingness

or thinglessness

the suck as the tide goes out

water shimmering in the afternoon sun as it percolates into the sands of this shoreless sea

just an empty sublime vastness

suspended as awe

in the dance of love

What is going on is magnificently wondrously unknowable

It has no qualities or characteristics whatsoever

It is shared learned words which create a conceptual mentally fabricated world of separate things and events and time...

And this imaginary “known” world is not separate from the unknown because the ideas of “known” and “unknown” are also made up.

I could say that what is going on is fluid and ungraspable but actually it is neither moving nor nonmoving. As it has no dimension and it is not dimension less.

Has no time nor non time...

It has no things nor non-things...

It is not one big thing like wholeness or emptiness...

It has no space nor emptiness...

And it is not even an it.

This is it

And not even that....

When the story is no longer believed, that is also the story...

And the story takes on a somewhat surreal feeling... yet simultaneously real-er than real more vibrant more alive....

it’s as if the most delicious dream of unknowing has subsumed the dream of knowing...

It’s like an all encompassing love.




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Saturday, August 24, 2024

Jalฤl al-Dฤซn Rลซmฤซ - Inner Sunrise

 



If I were the plaything of every thought

I’d be a fool, not a wise man.

If the Sun of Love was not my own

I’d be mournful like Saturn,

rising and falling in the night sky.


If I were not guided by the fragrance of Love’s City

I’d have followed dark spirits

into the endless desert of greed.


If the soul’s light had to stay inside its house

I’d open every door and window!


If the garden of the soul

did not comfort those in pain

I could not carry Love’s message

on the east wind.


If lovers were not addicted to music and dancing

why would I sing all day and night

like a wailing flute?


If the Saaqi’s weight-giving wine

had been kept from my mouth

I’d be like the thin lip of a cup!


If the Garden had no leaves or shade

I’d be rootless

like the fortune-trees of deceitful men.


If God’s servants were not upon the earth

I’d have fallen into the sin

and folly of this world.


If there was no way from the grave to paradise

I could not behold the joyful heavens

in this body.


If there was no road from East to West

I would not be dancing through the garden

with the North and South winds!


If the Abundant Garden did not grow

my soul would never blossom.

If God’s grace were not with me

I’d be a babbling fool!


Go within.

Hear the story of sunrise from the Sun itself.

If there were no sunrise within

I would have set long ago!




Thursday, August 15, 2024

Alain Joly - Of Dimitry’s Prayer

 

‘A Quiet Monastery’ – Isaac Levitan, 1890 – Wikimedia

Open, O doors and bolts of my heart,
that Christ the King of Glory may enter!
~ Dimitry of Rostov

Read this excellent post by Alain Joly
HERE


Wednesday, August 14, 2024

Jalฤl al-Dฤซn Rลซmฤซ - The Ashes of Union

 

 

 O Soul,
You are the Phoenix
rising up from the ashes of Union.
Why don’t you fly?—
No one knows you on the ground.

You are the heart’s sweetness
And by some magical power
your form ravishes a thousand hearts.

For a time you took form in the body.
For a time you passed beyond the heavens
and the bonds of both worlds.

Why can’t the spirit find you?—
You are its wings and its feathers.

Why can’t the eye see you?—
You are the source of its sight.

What will happen to your copper soul
when the Alchemist arrives?—
Will it not become gold?

What will become of your little seed
when the Springtime arrives?—
Will it not become a towering tree?

What will happen to brushwood
when it falls into fire?—
Will it not change into sparks and rise to heaven?

Reason and intellect
Are like the dim light of distant stars.
You are the bright Sun
that shines through every veil.

The world is nothing but snow and ice.
You are the burning heat of Summer.
O King, no trace of this world remains
the moment you arrive!

Who can sit by your side?
Everyone would vanish with one glance of yours.

O blessed eyes!
I have seen something beyond imagination,
unreachable by fortune or human effort—
I have seen the perfect face
of Shams-e Tabriz.

 


 

 

In the arms of the Beloved