Saturday, January 21, 2017

come into animal presence





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No man is so guileless as
the serpent. The lonely white
rabbit on the roof is a star
twitching its ears at the rain.
The llama intricately
folding its hind legs to be seated
not disdains but mildly
disregards human approval.

What joy when the insouciant
armadillo glances at us and doesn't
quicken his trotting
across the track and into the palm brush.
What is this joy? That no animal
falters, but knows what it must do?
That the snake has no blemish,
that the rabbit inspects his strange surroundings
in white star-silence? The llama
rests in dignity, the armadillo
has some intention to pursue in the palm-forest.

Those who were sacred have remained so,
holiness does not dissolve, it is a presence
of bronze, only the sight that saw it
faltered and turned from it.
An old joy returns in holy presence.


–Denise Levertov
Poems: 1960-1967



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wakey wakey




 
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Awake awhile.
It does not have to be
Forever,
Right now.
One step upon the Sky’s soft skirt
Would be enough.
Hafiz,
Awake awhile.
Just one True moment of Love
Will last for days. 

Rest all your elaborate plans and tactics
For Knowing Him,
For they are all just frozen spring buds
Far,
So far from Summer’s Divine Gold.
Awake, my dear.

Be kind to your sleeping heart.
Take it out into the vast fields of Light
And let it breathe

Say,
“Love,
Give me back my wings.
Lift me,
Lift me nearer.” 

Say to the sun and moon,
Say to our dear Friend,
“I will take You up now, Beloved,
On that wonderful Dance You promised.” 


–Hafiz




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the water you want





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... they set out with him inside the dream,
while he is actually sleeping beside a river of pure water.


Sleep deeply wherever you are on the way.
Maybe some traveler will wake you.


Give up subtle thinking, the twofold, threefold
multiplication of mistakes.


Listen to the sound of waves within you.



–Rumi


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inevitable





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Each of us inevitable,
Each of us limitless --

Each of us with his or her
right upon the earth,

Each of us allow'd
the eternal purports
of the earth,

Each of us here
as divinely as any is here.

 

–Walt Whitman



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something grand

 



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The sun and stars that float in the open air... the appleshaped earth and we upon it... surely the drift of them is something grand;

I do not know what it is except that it is grand, and that it is happiness,
And that the enclosing purport of us here is not a speculation, or bon-mot or reconnoissance,

And that it is not something which by luck may turn out well for us, and without luck must be a failure for us,

And not something which may yet be retracted in a certain contingency.


–Walt Whitman



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the source of all things





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For beauty is the cause of harmony, of sympathy, of community.
Beauty unites all things and is the source of all things.

It is the great creating cause which bestirs the world and holds all things in existence by the longing inside them to have beauty.

And there it is ahead of all as...the Beloved ...toward which all things move, since it is the longing for beauty which actually brings them into being.



–Pseudo-Dionysius
from The Divine Names


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not to worry




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Friday, January 20, 2017

question





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Mr. B.C. Das, the Physics Lecturer, asked about free will and destiny.

Ramana Maharshi: Whose will is it? ‘It is mine’ you may say. You are beyond will and fate. Abide as that and you will transcend them both. That is meaning of conquering destiny by will. Fate can be conquered.
Talks with Sri Ramana Maharshi


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ashramof1
thingsthatsing

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images






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Imagining we have free will is
exactly as if water spoke to itself: 
I can make waves
(yes! in the sea during a storm),

I can rush downhill
(yes! in the river bed),

I can plunge down foaming and gushing
(yes! in the waterfall),

I can rise freely as a stream of water into the air
(yes! in the fountain),

I can, finally, boil away and disappear
(yes! at a certain temperature);

but I am doing none of these things now,
and am of my own accord remaining quiet
and clear water in the reflecting pond.



–Arthur Schopenhauer



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the river






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The river is of the earth
And it is free. It is rigorously
Embanked and bound,
And yet is free. “To hell
With restraint,” it says.
“I have got to be going.”

It will grind out its dams.
It will go over or around them.
They will become pieces.


–Wendell Berry


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not to worry





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The time of judging
Who is drunk or sober,
Who is right and who is wrong,
Who is closer to god, and who is farther away,
All that is over.

This caravan is led instead by a great delight,
The simple joy that sits with us now.

That is the grace.


–Hafiz


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Meditation Celestial and Terrestial





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The wild warblers are warbling in the jungle
Of life and spring of the lustrious inundations,
Flood on flood, of our returning sun.
Day after day, throughout the winter,
We hardened ourselves to live by bluest reason
In a world of wind and frost,

And by will, unshaken and florid
In mornings of angular ice,
That passed beyond us through the narrow sky.

But what are radiant reason and radiant will
To warblings early in the hilarious trees
Of summer, the drunken mother?


–Wallace Stevens



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without willing






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Learn who it is within you who makes everything his own
and says, “My God, my mind, my thought, my soul, my body.” 

Learn the sources of sorrow, joy, love, hate. 

Learn how it happens that one watches without willing,
rests without willing, becomes angry without willing,
loves without willing.


–Hippolytus of Rome


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the gift





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When the ocean comes to you as a lover,
marry, at once, quickly,
for God’s sake!
Don’t postpone it!
Existence has no better gift.

No amount of searching
will find this.
A perfect falcon, for no reason,
has landed on your shoulder,
and become yours.

–Rumi


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Thursday, January 19, 2017

hush




 
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I said to the almond tree, ‘Sister, speak to me of God.’

And the almond tree blossomed.


–Nikos Kazantzakis


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like this






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If anyone wants to know what “spirit” is,
or what “God’s fragrance” means,

lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.
Like this.

–Rumi

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reality is a sphere


 



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They asked al-Hallaj, "To which religious School do you belong?
he answered, "God's own."

He who limned
a thousand worlds with paint -
you layabout! - do you expect
He'll use your color or mine?
Our paints and tints
are but opinions and fantasy,
He is colorless
and we must adopt His hue.

Look: a shadow lies crooked upon the ground because the very earth is laid rough; but no, that crookedness is straightness itself, for the perfection, the "straightness" of the eyebrow is in its sinuous curve.

Only because it is bent
is this piece of wood a bow.

Reality is a sphere: wherever you place your finger,
there is its dead center.


–Fakhruddin 'Iraqi
Divine Flashes




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darkly





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The eye with which I see God is the same eye
with which God sees me.



–Meister Eckhart


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every thing





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Start seeing God in everything,
but keep it a secret.



—Hafiz









en theos





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The Greeks understood the mysterious power of the hidden side of things. They bequeathed to us one of the most beautiful words in our language—the word ‘enthusiasm’—en theos—a god within. The grandeur of human actions is measured by the inspiration from which they spring. Happy is he who bears a god within, and who obeys it.

–Louis Pasteur


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not to worry





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God is not external to anyone, but is present with all things, though they are ignorant that he is so.

–Plotinus


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(circus elephant, trainer’s daughter,
john drysdale, england, 1986)


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only this





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You need not go to heaven to see God; nor need you speak loud, as if God were far away; nor need you cry for wings like a dove to fly to Him.

Only be in silence, and you will come upon God within yourself.


–Saint Teresa of Avila



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Haikudikter, excerpt





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The presence of God.
In a tunnel of birdsong
a locked gate opens.

–Tomas Tranströmer
The Sorrow Gondola

Michael McGriff, Mikaela Grassl translation


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Wednesday, January 18, 2017

manifesto





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When day comes, all things emerge from the depths of unmanifest nature;
when night comes, all things dissolve into the unmanifest again.

—Bhagavad Gita


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wherever you are





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Wherever you are can be considered the center, because all directions from you are infinite; and, therefore, if you wish to put it this way, they are all the same distance. 

No one spot really is any more ‘The’ center than any other spot; no one spot is really more the end, or the edge, than any other spot. No one reality is actually any more or less ‘real’ than any other reality. 

Everything is the same one thing; the same one thing manifesting in all the simultaneous, multidimensional ways that it can manifest.


—Bashar



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thirst





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The first gulp from the glass of natural sciences will turn you into an atheist,
but at the bottom of the glass God is waiting for you.



–Werner Heisenberg, 1901-1976
Pioneer of Quantum Mechanics,
Pantheist


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Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Crow Alights





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Crow saw the herded mountains, steaming in the morning.
___and he saw the sea
Dark-spined, with the whole earth in its coils.
He saw the stars, fuming away into the black, mushrooms of
___the nothing forest, clouding their spores, the virus of God.
And he shivered with the horror of Creation.

In the hallucination of the horror
He saw this shoe, with no sole, rain-sodden,
Lying on a moor.
And there was this garbage can, bottom rusted away,
A playing place for the wind, in a waste of puddles.

There was this coat, in the dark cupboard,
___in the silent room, in the silent house.
There was this face, smoking its cigarette between the dusk
___window and the fire’s embers.

Near the face, this hand, motionless.

Near the hand, this cup.

Crow blinked. He blinked. Nothing faded.

He stared at the evidence.

Nothing escaped him. (Nothing could escape.)


–Ted Hughes










before the names





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I dream of the silence
the day before Adam came
to name the animals,
The gold skins newly dropped
from God's bright fingers, still
implicit with the light.
A day like this, perhaps:
a winter whiteness
haunting the creation,

as we are sometimes
haunted by the space
we fill, or by the forms

we might have known
before the names,
beyond the gloss of things.

–John Burnside



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The Dream Keeper





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Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.

—Langston Hughes



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all ways





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A man goes to sleep in this hall. He dreams he has gone on a world tour, is roaming over hill and dale, forest and country, desert and sea, across various continents and after many years of weary and strenuous travel, returns to this country, reaches Tiruvannamalai, enters the ashram and walks into the hall.

Just at that moment he wakes up and finds he has not moved an inch but was sleeping where he lay down.
He has not returned after great effort to this hall, but is and always has been in the hall.


–Ramana Maharshi


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