Saturday, October 28, 2017

wakey, wakey





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Theoretically there is no absolute proof that one's awakening in the morning (the finding oneself again in the saddle of one's personality) is not really a quite unprecedented event, a perfectly original birth.

–Vladimir Nabokov


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Friday, October 27, 2017

all my relations





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The coincidence of the menstrual cycle with that of the moon is a physical actuality structuring human life and a curiosity that has been observed with wonder. It is in fact likely that the fundamental notion of a life-structuring relationship between the heavenly world and that of man was derived from the realization, both in experience and in thought, of the force of the lunar cycle.

The mystery, also, of the death and resurrection of the moon, as well as of its influence on dogs, wolves and foxes, jackals and coyotes, which try to sing to it: this immortal silver dish of wonder, cruising among the beautiful stars and racing through the clouds, turning waking life itself into a sort of dream, has been a force and a presence even more powerful in the shaping of mythology than the sun, by which its light and its world of stars, night sounds, erotic moods, and the magic of dream, are daily quenched.


—Joseph Campbell
Primitive Mythology



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Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Saturday, October 21, 2017

that, this





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You cannot see That which is the Seer of seeing;
you cannot hear That which is the Hearer of hearing;

you cannot think of That which is the Thinker of thought;
you cannot know That which is the Knower of knowledge. 

This is your Self, that is within all;
everything else but This is perishable.

–The Brihadaranyaka Upanishad



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cutie





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Friday, October 20, 2017

we are all just walking each other home –Ram Das





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Strange and beautiful
Are the stars tonight
That dance around your head
In your eyes I see that perfect world
I hope that doesn't sound too weird

And I want all the world to know
That your love's all I need
All that I need
And if we're lost
Then we are lost together
Yea if we're lost
Then we are lost together

I stand before this faceless crowd
And I wonder why I bother
So much controlled by so few
Stumbling from one disaster to another

I've heard it all so many times before
It's all a dream to me now
A dream to me now
And if we're lost
Then we are lost together
Yea if we're lost
Then we are lost together

In the silence of this whispered night
I listen only to your breath
And that second of a shooting star
Somehow it all makes sense

And I want all the world to know
That your love's all I need
All that I need
And if we're lost
Then we are lost together
Yea if we're lost
Then we are lost together 


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Ahead By A Century

First thing we'd climb a tree and maybe then we'd talk
Or sit silently and listen to our thoughts
With illusions of someday casting a golden light
No dress rehearsal, this is our life

And that's where the hornet stung me
And I had a feverish dream
With revenge and doubt
Tonight we smoke them out

You are ahead by a century (this is our life)
You are ahead by a century (this is our life)
You are ahead by a century

Stare in the morning shroud and then the day began
I tilted your cloud, you tilted my hand
Rain falls in real time and rain fell through the night
No dress rehearsal, this is our life

But that's when the hornet stung me
And I had a serious dream
With revenge and doubt
Tonight we smoke them out

You are ahead by a century (this is our life)
You are ahead by a century (this is our life)
You are ahead by a century

You are ahead by a century (this is our life)
You are ahead by a century (this is our life)
You are ahead by a century

And disappointing you is getting me down 




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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Quantum Physics & Consciousness














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One of the surprising things in the event of quantum collapse is that when you look, not only does an object appear in consciousness but also a subject appears looking at the object. Quantum collapse produces the awareness of a subject-object split –the experience of a subject looking at an object.


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In the event of a quantum measurement, the collapsing subject and collapsed objects, including the brain, arise simultaneously, codependently. The experiencing subject and the experienced objects cocreate one another.


–Amit Goswami

Quantum Doctor

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Sunday, October 15, 2017

fishing with a straight hook






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river run





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You cannot understand life and its mysteries as long as you try to grasp it. Indeed, you cannot grasp it, just as you cannot walk off with a river in a bucket. 

If you try to capture running water in a bucket, it is clear that you do not understand it and that you will always be disappointed, for in the bucket the water does not run. 

To “have” running water you must let go of it and let it run.


–Alan Watts


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Saturday, October 14, 2017

note to (self





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I don't know exactly what it would be like to have the full-on not-self experience, but I've got a feeling that my sense of specialness, of unique privilege, would approach the vanishing point. And if that sense of specialness is indeed false–an illusion implanted in us by natural selection–then, exactly to the extent that it did approach the vanishing point, I would be approaching the truth.


–Robert Wright
Why Buddhism is True


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Wednesday, October 11, 2017

consciousness is a coherent whole





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… consciousness is a coherent whole, which is never static or complete, but which is in an unending process of movement and unfoldment.
–David Bohm


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Be a good animal, true to your instincts. –D. H. Lawrence, The White Peacock





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You are not a drop in the ocean.
You are the entire ocean in a drop.


—Rumi



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Sunday, October 8, 2017

Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour






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Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think

The world imagined is the ultimate good.

This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
It is in that thought that we collect ourselves,
Out of all the indifferences, into one thing:

Within a single thing, a single shawl
Wrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth,
A light, a power, the miraculous influence.

Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.
We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole,
A knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous.

Within its vital boundary, in the mind.
We say God and the imagination are one . . .
How high that highest candle lights the dark.

Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.


–Wallace Stevens



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Saturday, October 7, 2017

note to self





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You create what you resist.

—Luis Alvarez
Nobel Prize/Physics



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what you resist not only persists, but will grow in size.
 

–Carl Jung 


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Friday, October 6, 2017

the less i seek my seek my(self




 
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from an untitled poem





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To sing is to begin a sentence
like “I want to get well."
I am not born for nothing
and neither are you:
Heaven never wept
over nothing.

–Thomas Merton


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Thursday, October 5, 2017

we are animal





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The wild. I have drunk it, deep and raw, and heard it's primal, unforgettable roar. We know it in our dreams, when our mind is off the leash, running wild. 'Outwardly, the equivalent of the unconscious is the wilderness: both of these terms meet, one step even further on, as one,' wrote Gary Snyder. 'It is in vain to dream of a wildness distinct from ourselves. There is none such,' wrote Thoreau. 'It is the bog in our brains and bowels, the primitive vigor of Nature in us, that inspires the dream.'

And as dreams are essential to the psyche, wildness is to life.

We are animal in our blood and in our skin. We were not born for pavements and escalators but for thunder and mud. More. We are animal not only in body but in spirit. Our minds are the minds of wild animals. Artists, who remember their wildness better than most, are animal artists, lifting their heads to sniff a quick wild scent in the air, and they know it unmistakably, they know the tug of wildness to be followed through your life is buckled by that strange and absolute obedience. ('You must have chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star,' wrote Nietzsche.) Children know it as magic and timeless play. Shamans of all sorts and inveterate misbehavers know it; those who cannot trammel themselves into a sensible job and life in the suburbs know it.

What is wild cannot be bought or sold, borrowed or copied. It is. Unmistakable, unforgettable, unshameable, elemental as earth and ice, water, fire and air, a quintessence, pure spirit, resolving into no constituents. Don't waste your wildness: it is precious and necessary.


–Jay Griffiths
Wild: An Elemental Journey












Wednesday, October 4, 2017

october





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I remember how I would say, “I will gather
These pieces together,
Any minute now I will make
A knife out of a cloud.”
Even then the days
Went leaving their wounds behind them,
But, “Monument,” I kept saying to the grave,
“I am still your legend.”

There was another time
When our hands met and the clocks struck
And we lived on the point of a needle, like angels.

I have seen the spider’s triumph
In the palm of my hand. Above
My grave, that thoroughfare,
There are words now that can bring
My eyes to my feet, tamed.
Beyond the trees wearing names that are not their own
The paths are growing like smoke.

The promises have gone,
Gone, gone, and they were here just now.
There is the sky where they laid their fish.
Soon it will be evening.


–W. S. Merwin
from The Moving Target




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the wind shifts like this





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This is how the wind shifts:
Like the thoughts of an old human,
Who still thinks eagerly
And despairingly.

The wind shifts like this:
Like a human without illusions,
Who still feels irrational things within her.

The wind shifts like this:
Like humans approaching proudly,
Like humans approaching angrily.

This is how the wind shifts:
Like a human, heavy and heavy,
Who does not care.


–Wallace Stevens



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the question






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The question ‘Who am I?’ is not really meant to get an answer. 
The question ‘Who am I?’ is meant to dissolve the questioner.

Ramana Maharshi



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manifesto

 



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You are not the mind. 
If you know you are not the mind, then what difference does it make if it’s busy or quiet? 
You are not the mind.

–Nisargadatta Maharaj



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you know ...





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Your effort is the bondage.

—Sri Ramana Maharshi



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Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Sunday, October 1, 2017

your(self

 



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Be melting snow.
Wash yourself of yourself.


–Rumi


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not to worry





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Let what comes come

Let what goes go

Find out what remains.


–Ramana Maharshi


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