Monday, September 1, 2014

a kick in the pants for Labour Day










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grace








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You imagine it is something somewhere high in the sky, far away, and has to descend. 

It is really inside you, in your Heart, and the moment you effect subsidence or merger of the mind into its Source, grace rushes forth, sprouting as from a spring within you.


–Ramana Maharshi






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cause and effect







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In the vast ocean of cause and effect, actions happen and impermanent results follow. 

If one takes them as ‘my’ actions the idea of having a free will gets stronger. 

This sense of personal doership gives rise to a feeling of guilt or pride and effectively blocks the spiritual understanding that everything happens according to the will of God.


Ramana Maharshi






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love, full of rest


 





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...imagination and reason have taught you all they can and now you must learn to be wholly given to the simple spiritual awareness of your self and God....
 
And thus I say to you, at a certain point it is necessary to give up discursive meditation and learn to taste something of that deep, spiritual experience of God's love.

...always and ever strive toward the naked awareness of your self, and continually offer your being to God as your most precious gift.  
Inasmuch as this awareness really is naked, you will at first find it terribly painful to rest in for any length of time because, ... your faculties will find no meat for themselves in it.  

Let them fast awhile from their natural delight in knowing. It is well said that man naturally desires to know. 
 
Yet at the same time, it is also true that no amount of natural or acquired knowledge will bring him to taste the spiritual experience of God, for this is a pure gift of grace.  
And so I urge you: go after experience rather than knowledge
 
On account of pride, knowledge may often deceive you, but this gentle, loving affection will not deceive you.  

Knowledge tends to breed conceit, but love builds.
Knowledge is full of labor, but love, full of rest.


from The Book of Privy Counseling
written anonymously in the 14th century,

edited by William Johnston








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thank you
thebeautywelove

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Sunday, August 31, 2014

today







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Rest awhile.

Your unrest is the last cramp in your legs
as you climb this mountain. Rest awhile, if you like.

But do not return to your old house.
It is not your home any longer.


–Shyamananda





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signs







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The stars are like letters which inscribe themselves at every moment in the sky.

Everything in the world is full of signs. 

All events are coordinated. 
All things depend on each other; as has been said:
Everything breathes together.


–Plotinus
ca CE 204/5–270






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when the soul is transformed








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When the soul is naughted and transformed ... she is so full of peace that though she press her flesh, her nerves, her bones, no other thing comes forth from them than peace.

–Saint Catherine of Genoa






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is beautiful







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Under a lonely sky a lonely tree
Is beautiful. All that is loneliness
Is beautiful. A feather lost at sea;
A staring owl; a moth; a yellow tress
Of seaweed on a rock, is beautiful.

The night-lit moon, wide-wandering in sky;
A blue-bright spark, where ne'er a cloud is up;
A wing, where no wing is, it is so high;
A bee in winter, or a buttercup,
Late-blown, are lonely, and are beautiful.

She, whom you saw but once, and saw no more;
That he, who startled you, and went away;
The eye that watched you from a cottage door;
The first leaf, and the last; the break of day;
The mouse, the cuckoo, and the cloud, are beautiful.

For all that is, is lonely; all that may
Will be as lonely as is that you see;
The lonely heart sings on a lonely spray,
The lonely soul swings lonely in the sea,
And all that loneliness is beautiful.

All, all alone, and all without a part
Is beautiful, for beauty is all where;
Where is an eye is beauty, where an heart
Is beauty, brooding out, on empty air,
All that is lonely and is beautiful.


–James Stephens







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not to worry







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Oh soul,
you worry too much.
 
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.

Of anything less,
why do you worry?

You are in truth
the soul, of the soul,
of the soul.


–Rumi








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Saturday, August 30, 2014

today


 





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There is nothing to do. Just be. 
Do nothing. Be. 

No climbing mountains and sitting in caves. 
I do not even say: ‘be yourself’, since you do not know yourself. 

Just be. 

Having seen that you are neither the ‘outer’ world of perceivables, nor the ‘inner’ world of thinkables, 
that you are neither body nor mind,
just be.



–Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj







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the biggest challenge







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We are all made of bits moving in complicated quantum motions, but when we look closely at those bits, we find that they are located out at the farthest boundaries of space
I don’t know anything less intuitive about the world than this.

Getting our collective head around the Holographic Principle is probably the biggest challenge that we physicists have had since the discovery of Quantum Mechanics.


–Leonard Susskind
The Black Hole War: My Battle with Stephen Hawking to
Make the World Safe for Quantum Mechanics







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from For Sile







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I am the sea too, and the stars, the wind and the rain,
I am everything that has form — for form is my seeing of it.
I am every sound — for sound is my hearing of it,
I am all flavours, each perfume, whatever can be touched,
For that which is perceptible is my perceiving of it,
And all sentience is mine.

They have no other existence, and neither have I —
for what they are I am, and what I am they are.
What the universe is I am, and what I am the universe is.
And there is no other at all, nor any one whatsover.



—Wei Wu Wei
Open Secret
 





SamuelMaglione











Friday, August 29, 2014

the truth is ...








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The truth is, indeed, that love is the threshold of another universe.

–Pierre Teilhard de Chardin






O sweet irrational worship








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Wind and bobwhite and the afternoon sun. 
By ceasing to question the sun,
I have become light, bird, wind,
I am earth, earth. All these lighted things
Grow from my heart. 

A tall, spare pine stands like the initial of my first name
When I had one. When I had a spirit.
When I was on fire, when the valley was made
out of fresh air, you spoke my name
in naming your silence, O sweet irrational worship! 

My heart’s love bursts with hay and flowers.
I am a lake of blue air in which my own appointed place
Field and valley stand reflected. 

I am earth, earth. Out of my grass heart rises the bobwhite.
Out of my nameless weeds, foolish worship. 


–Thomas Merton







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the little space within the heart







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The little space within the heart is
as great as the vast universe. 

The heavens and the earth are there,
and the sun and the moon and the stars. 

Fire and lightening and winds are there,
and all that now is and all that is not.


–The Upanishads 







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tambakothejaguar
largerloves

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the sun turns like a pinwheel, excerpt







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The sun turns like a pinwheel.
It counts
its radiant, radioactive petals, ending always
in ‘love,’ an odd number— 


—Oni Buchanan






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the days are round








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Days begin and end in the dead of night.
They are not shaped long, in the manner
of things which lead to
ends — arrow, road, a person’s life on earth.

They are shaped
round, in the manner of things eternal and stable –
sun, world, God.
Civilization tries to persuade us we are going towards
something, a distant goal. We have forgotten that our only
goal is to
live, to live each and
every day, and that if we live each and
every day, our true goal is achieved. All civilized people
see the day
beginning at dawn or a little after or a long time after or
whatever time their work begins; this they lengthen
according to
their work, during what they call “all day long;” and end it
when they close their eyes. It is they who say
the days are long.
On the contrary, the days are round.



–Jean Giono
Rondeur Des Jours








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Thursday, August 28, 2014

like a star without a name








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Taste the filtered light.
When a baby is taken from the
wet nurse, it easily forgets her and starts eating solid food.
Seeds feed awhile on ground,
then lift up into the sun.

So you should taste the filtered light and work your way toward wisdom with no personal covering.

That's how you came here, like a star without a name.
Move across the night sky with those anonymous lights.

–Rumi
Coleman Barks version






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white strange world






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The moon is a white strange world, a great, white, soft-seeming globe in the night sky, and what she actually communicates to me across space I shall never fully know. But the moon that pulls the tides, and the moon that controls the menstrual periods of women, and the moon that touches the lunatics, she is not the mere dead lump of the astronomist.
When we describe the moon as dead, we are describing the deadness in ourselves. When we find space so hideously void, we are describing our own unbearable emptiness.

We and the cosmos are one. The cosmos is a vast body, of which we are still parts. The sun is a great heart whose tremors run through our smallest veins. The moon is a great gleaming nerve-centre from which we quiver forever.
Who knows the power that Saturn has over us or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time… Now all this is literally true, as men knew in the great past and as they will know again.


—D. H. Lawrence





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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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Wednesday, August 27, 2014

if you hanker







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If you hanker for
a zenith of felicity
on the bed of the Divine
begin by dusting off
the wings of wonder
on your local pillow

Lift your ineffable
out of the mundane
Aim for airborne
with the eye of the heart
as your sky pilot
and soar to glory

–James Broughton







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Laurence Winram
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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

today







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Just remember,
You are the only faithful student you have.
All the others leave eventually.
Have you been making yourself shallow
with making others eminent?
Just remember, when you're in union,
you don't have to fear
that you'll be drained.
The command comes to speak,
and you feel the ocean
moving through you.
Then comes, Be silent,
as when the rain stops,
and the trees in the orchard
begin to draw moisture
up into themselves.


–Rumi
Mathnawi, V, 3195-3219)
Coleman Barks version







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like this








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What I wear is pants.

What I do is live.

How I pray is breathe.



–Thomas Merton







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know all things to be like this







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Know all things to be like this:
A mirage, a cloud castle,
A dream, an apparition,
Without essence, but with qualities that can be seen.
 

Know all things to be like this:
As the moon in a bright sky
In some clear lake reflected,
Though to that lake the moon has never moved.
 

Know all things to be like this:
As an echo that derives
From music, sounds, and weeping,
Yet in that echo is no melody.
 

Know all things to be like this:
As a magician makes illusions
Of horses, oxen, carts and other things,
Nothing is as it appears.



–Samadhiraja (Moon Lamp) Sutra








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Monday, August 25, 2014

the lesson of the falling leaves







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the leaves believe
such letting go is love
such love is faith
such faith is grace
such grace is god.
i agree with the leaves.



—Lucille Clifton







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alone looking at the mountain







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All the birds have flown up and gone;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
We never tire of looking at each other -
Only the mountain and I.


–Li Po




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all which isn’t singing is mere talking






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all which isn’t singing is mere talking
and all talking’s talking to oneself
(whether that oneself be sought or seeking
master or disciple sheep or wolf)
 gush to it as deity or devil
—toss in sobs and reasons threats and smiles
name it cruel fair or blessed evil—
it is you(ne i)nobody else

drive dumb mankind dizzy with haranguing
—you are deafened every mother’s son—
all is merely talk which isn’t singing
and all talking’s to oneself alone

but the very song of(as mountains
feel and lovers)singing is silence


–E. E. Cummings






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hush


 



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Staying very still in the darkness,
I became less and less convinced of the fact that I actually existed.


–Haruki Murakami




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not to worry

 




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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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