ERIC BARET - Nothing but this obvious

 

 

 Life isn't about doing, acquire, or getting anything.
Grace occurs only in moments of not knowing, of not pretending.
We don't have to change our life.
Grace is nothing but this obvious.
Happiness is here when I no longer pretend it's anywhere else.
What I want is what I got.
In the quiet there is nowhere to go.
What I can find outside, I can lose.
So I'm not going anywhere, I'm staying here, present.

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 La vie ne consiste pas à faire, à acquérir ni à obtenir quoi que ce soit.
La grâce ne frappe que dans les moments de non-savoir, de non-prétention.
Nous n'avons pas à changer notre vie.
La grâce n'est rien d'autre que cette évidence.
Le bonheur est ici lorsque je ne prétends plus qu'il est ailleurs.
Ce que je veux, c'est ce que j'ai.
Dans la tranquillité, il n'y a nulle part où aller.
Ce que je peux trouver à l'extérieur, je peux le perdre.
Alors je ne vais nulle part, je reste ici, présent.

 

 

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Fred LaMotte - Beautiful Lie

 

Non-duality is a lie.
Duality is a lie.
Creation is a beautiful lie, for the sake of love.
There is neither one nor two.
There is only zero.
This. Only zero, empty and bubbling over with infinite selves, atoms, worlds, for the sake of play.
The brilliant light of astonishment is all there is.
This instant, the cosmos bursts into flower and dissolves in the brilliant light of astonishment, and the brilliant light of astonishment is the Beloved.
Surrender and be held.
This breath is enough.
The bridal chamber of the Beloved is the very form of this moment.

 

 

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Thomas Merton - To become unnameable

 

Art Kinuko Y. Craft

 

 There is no where in you a paradise
that is no place and there
You do not enter except without a story.
To enter there is to become unnameable.

Whoever is there is homeless for he has no
door and no identity with which to go out
and to come in.

Whoever is nowhere is nobody, and
therefore cannot exist except as unborn:
no disguise will avail him anything
Such a one is neither lost nor found.

But he who has an address is lost.
They fall, they fall into apartments and
are securely established!

They find themselves in streets.
They are licensed
To proceed from place to place
They now know their own names
They can name several friends and know
Their own telephones must some time ring.

If all telephones ring at once,
if all names are shouted at once and
all cars crash at one crossing:
If all cities explode and fly away in dust.
Yet identities refuse to be lost.
There is a name and number for everyone.

There is a definite place for bodies,
there are pigeon holes for ashes:

Such security can business buy!

Who would dare to go nameless in
so secure a universe?
Yet, to tell the truth,
Only the nameless are at home in it.

They hear with them in the center of nowhere
the unborn flower of nothing:
This is the paradise tree.
It must remain unseen until words end
and arguments are silent.

 

 

 via Edith.Daloia

 

 

 

Albert Einstein - Everything is determined

 

"Everything is determined by forces beyond our control.
Everything is determined, for the insect as for the star.
Human beings, vegetables or stardust, we all dance
to the rhythm of a mysterious tune
played in the distance by an invisible piper." 

 

 

 

 

Mary Oliver - Storage

 

 When I moved from
one house to another,
there were many things
I had no room for.
 
What does one do?
I rented a storage space
and filled it.

Years passed.

Occasionally,
I went there
and looked in,
but nothing happened,
not a single twinge
of the heart.

As I grew older
the things I cared about
grew fewer but were
more important,
so one day I undid the lock
and called the trash man.
He took everything.

I felt like the little donkey
when his burden is finally
lifted.

Things! Burn them, burn them!
Make a beautiful fire!

More room in your heart
for Love, for the trees.
For the birds who own
nothing;

the reason they
can fly.

 

 

 

J. Krishnamurti - I really don’t know

 

Do you ever say you don’t know? 

Does it ever occur to you to say to yourself, ‘Really, I don’t know about this,’ and remain there? 

‘I don’t know’ – not trying to find an answer. To find an answer can only be verbal. 

Somebody tells you what to do, and you say, ‘Well, that may be.’ It is still verbal; it’s not yours. 

So why can’t we be very simple about this matter, which is, ‘I really don’t know’?

 Can you honestly say that?

 

From Public Discussion 6, Saanen, 9 August 1964

 

 

Naomi Stone - Sparkling wine of Love

 

Come...come sip the wine from the fountain of life....

How do I open the treasure chest of the heart
to entice you to dive into your own...

coaxing you to tumble down the vortex of love
like Alice falling into the metaphors of wonderland...

enticing you to breathe the fragrance in the mystical garden
of the sweetest sanctuary of belovedness...

hearing the sweet cries of the nightingale
bewitched by the shimmering dew on the wild roses...

i stumble and fall into the spring of eternal youth
and meet the sound of laughter within my own heart...

come and play in the beauty letting the fireflies light the way
through the unknown creativity in your soul...

step out of your dreams into the enchanting stars
where the mystics sing and the free ones dance...

the pure spring of joy bubbles from the earth
waiting for you to sip the sparkling wine of love...

 

 

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Nathalie Delay - In Silence

 

It’s interesting to observe how hard it is to stay alone,
in silence, without distractions.
We are afraid to be face-to-face with ourselves.
Face-to-face with our impatience, our agitation, our worry.
Face-to-face with the depth of our being.
We are afraid to dive into the infinite space of our true nature,
when no attribute nor any -  story covers it up.
And yet it calls to us in silence,
but we don’t listen.
And yet we have an acute and painful longing for it,
like exiles too long cut off from their homeland.
So, instead of trying to fill the space which has appeared,
let us give ourselves over to silence, to the absence of certainty.
Let us not miss the incredible opportunity to be,
in all simplicity and humility
and taste the nectar of pure presence
when there are no more expectations, only the gift of self.
Let us not miss the unique chance to taste the substance of the moment
when no superfluous activity waters it down.

 

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