Wednesday, May 12, 2021

the last word


Total awareness opens the way to understanding, and when any given situation is understood, the nature of all reality is made manifest, and the nonsensical utterances of the mystics are seen to be true, or at least as nearly true as it is possible for a verbal expression of the ineffable to be. 

One in all and all in One; samsara and nirvana are the same; multiplicity is unity, and unity is not so much one as not-two; all things are void, and yet all things are the Dharma — Body of the Buddha — and so on. So far as conceptual knowledge is concerned, such phrases are completely meaningless. 

It is only when there is understanding that they make sense. For when there is understanding, there is an experienced fusion of the End with the Means, of the Wisdom, which is the timeless realization of Suchness, with the Compassion which is Wisdom in action.

[...] Love is the last word

—Aldous Huxley

give love in secret by praying for one another


Never get involved with God, and above all never in any really intimate way.

Get involved with people and imagine that together with them you are involving yourselves with God.

—Søren Kierkegaard
Works of Love (1847)

. . .

It is only necessary to know that love is a direction not a state of the soul.

If one is unaware of this, one falls into despair at the first onslaught of affliction.

—Simone Weil
The Love of God and Affliction, Waiting for God


small bird on fire



It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day. 

The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through which the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air -
and there, night came in.

When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
between sun and geography -
I saw how wings worked,
how perfumes are transmitted
by feathery telegraph,
and from above I saw the path,
the springs and the roof tiles,
the fishermen at their trades,
the trousers of the foam;

I saw it all from my green sky.
I had no more alphabet
than the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen.

—Pablo Neruda

. . .


Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still.

For once on the face of the earth
let's not speak in any language,
let's stop for one second,
and not move our arms so much.

It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines,
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.

Fishermen in the cold sea
would not harm whales
and the man gathering salt
would look at his hurt hands.

Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victory with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.

What I want should not be confused
with total inactivity.
Life is what it is about;
I want no truck with death.

If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.

Now I'll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.

—Pablo Neruda
Keeping Quiet


Tuesday, May 11, 2021

The Diamond Sutra says, “Out of nowhere, the mind comes forth"



If dreaming really were a kind of truce
(as people claim), a sheer repose of mind,
why then if you should waken up abruptly,
do you feel that something has been stolen from you?
Why should it be so sad, the early morning?
It robs us of an inconceivable gift,
so intimate it is only knowable
in a trance which the nightwatch gilds with dreams,
dreams that might very well be reflections,
fragments from the treasure-house of darkness,
from the timeless sphere that does not have a name,
and that the day distorts in its mirrors.
Who will you be tonight in your dreamfall
into the dark, on the other side of the wall?

—Jorge Luis Borges
Alastair Reid version

. . . 

When we experience a film, we consciously prime ourselves for illusion. Putting aside will and intellect, we make way for it in our imagination. The sequence of pictures plays directly on our feelings. Music works in the same fashion; I would say that there is no art form that has so much in common with film as music. Both affect our emotions directly, not via the intellect. And film is mainly rhythm; it is inhalation and exhalation in continuous sequence.

―Ingmar Bergman 

. . .

Usually people work hard to make things happen. Yet it might be that things happen by themselves, coming out of nowhere.

When you forget your carefully assembled fiction of who you are, you can find a natural delight in people, in the planet, the stones, and the trees. There is no observable limit to this beauty, and no one is excluded from it. Then, if you are fighting an enemy, you may be fighting them as well as you can, but you won’t be a true believer. You will know that an enemy is not truly other and that the fighting is some kind of misunderstanding. The worries that lead to quarrels may still be present, but they are not the main thing. 
Your problems could be a kind of dream, very powerful when you are in it, and yet a dream. You might notice that, even deep in dreaming, you are near to waking up. And the more you are awake, the kinder the world might seem.

John Tarrant
Working With the Koan
from Bring Me The Rhinoceros
and other Zen Koans that will save your life


the world exerts pressure on us from the distance





Being attentive unlocks a sphere of reality that no one suspects. If, for instance, I walked along a path without being attentive, completely immersed in myself, I did not even know whether trees grew along the way, nor how tall they were, or whether they had leaves. When I awakened my attention, however, every tree immediately came to me. This must be taken quite literally. Every single tree projected its form, its weight, its movement—even if it was almost motionless—in my direction. I could indicate its trunk, and the place where its first branches started, even when several feet away. By and by something else became clear to me, and this can never be found in books. The world exerts pressure on us from the distance.

The seeing commit a strange error. They believe that we know the world only through our eyes. For my part, I discovered that the universe consists of pressure, that every object and every living being reveals itself to us at first by a kind of quiet yet unmistakable pressure that indicates its intention and its form. I even experienced the following wonderful fact: A voice, the voice of a person, permits him to appear in a picture. When the voice of a man reaches me, I immediately perceive his figure, his rhythm, and most of his intentions. Even stones are capable of weighing on us from a distance. So are the outlines of distant mountains, and the sudden depression of a lake at the bottom of a valley.

This correspondence is so exact that when I walked arm in arm with a friend along the paths of the Alps, I knew the landscape and could sometimes describe it with surprising clarity. Sometimes; yes, only sometimes. I could do it when I summoned all my attention. Permit me to say without reservation that if all people were attentive, if they would undertake to be attentive every moment of their lives, they would discover the world anew. They would suddenly see that the world is entirely different from what they had believed it to be.


—Jacques Lusseyran, 
Blind hero of the French Resistance
Against the Pollution of the I






Neither freedom from sorrow nor realization of one’s real nature is possible as long as the conviction does not arise in one that the world-appearance is unreal.

—Yoga Vasistha

. . .

Q: Will there not be realization of the Self even while the world is there (taken as real)? 

M: There will not be. 

Q: Why?

M: The seer and the object seen are like the rope and the snake. Just as the knowledge of the rope which is the substrate will not arise unless the false knowledge of the illusory serpent goes, so the realization of the Self which is the substrate will not be gained unless the belief that the world is real is removed.

—Sri Ramana Maharshi

. . .

Without the projection of the mind, the world cannot exist. That world that appears to you in your dreams at night is unreal, and so is the world that appears to you when you are awake. There is no difference whatsoever.

Jac O'Keeffe

. . .

The only way of knowing reality is to be it. The mind cannot reach it. To perceive it does not need the senses; to know it, does not need the mind.

Nisargadatta Maharaj


Monday, May 10, 2021

on Intuition


When we say, ‘God is love’, we are saying something very great and true. But it would be senseless to grasp this saying in a simple-minded way as a simple definition, without analyzing what love is. For love is a distinguishing of two, who nevertheless are absolutely not distinguished for each other.

The consciousness or feeling of the identity of the two—to be outside of myself and in the other—this is love.  
I have my self-consciousness not in myself but in the other. I am satisfied and have peace with myself only in this other— and I am only because I have peace with myself; if I did not have it, then I would be a contradiction that falls to pieces.

This other, because it likewise exists outside itself, has its self-consciousness only in me, and both the other and I are only this consciousness of being-outside-ourselves and of our identity; we are only this intuition, feeling and knowledge of our unity.


For sense experience, two things cannot be in one and the same place; they exclude each other. But in the idea, distinctions are not posited as exclusive of each other; rather they are found only in this mutual inclusion of the one with the other. This is the truly supersensible [realm]…

The Philosophy of Religion


intelligible perspective


The moment one thinks of the matter, one sees how false a notion of experience that is which would make it tantamount to the mere presence to the senses of an outward order. Millions of items of the outward order are present to my senses which never properly enter into my experience. 

Why? Because they have no interest for me. My experience is what I agree to attend to. Only those items which I notice shape my mind—without selective interest, experience is an utter chaos. Interest alone gives accent and emphasis, light and shade, background and foreground —intelligible perspective, in a word.

—William James

. . .

I believe that we are arks of the covenant and our true nature is not rage or deceit or terror or logic or craft or even sorrow. It is longing.

—Cormac McCarthy

Wanda Wulz, 1932 

dear friends


Practice until you see yourself in the cruelest person on Earth, in the child starving, in the political prisoner. Continue until you recognize yourself in everyone in the supermarket, on the street corner, in a concentration camp, on a leaf, in a dewdrop.
Meditate until you see yourself in a speck of dust in a distant galaxy. See and listen with the whole of your being. 
If you are fully present, the rain of Dharma will water the deepest seeds in your consciousness, and tomorrow, while you are washing the dishes or looking at the blue sky, that seed will spring forth, and love and understanding will appear as a beautiful flower.


You too are a tree. During a storm of emotions, you should not stay at the level of the head or the heart, which are like the top of the tree. You have to leave the heart, the eye of the storm, and come back to the trunk of the tree.
Your trunk is one centimeter below your navel. Focus there, paying attention only to the movement of your abdomen, and continue to breathe.
—Thích Nhất Hạnh

. . .

Inside us there is something that has no name,
that something is what we are.

—José Saramago


Sunday, May 9, 2021

we have a beautiful Mother



We have a beautiful
Her hills
Are buffaloes
Her buffaloes
We have a beautiful
Her oceans
Are wombs
Her wombs
We have a beautiful
Her teeth
The white stones
At the edge
Of the water
The summer
Her plentiful
We have a beautiful
Her green lap
Her brown embrace
Her blue body
Everything we know.

—Alice Walker


Saturday, May 8, 2021

The moon is the earth’s conscience. —Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855)


The moon, it turns out, is a great place for men. One-sixth gravity must be a lot of fun, and when Armstrong and Aldrin went into their bouncy little dance, like two happy children, it was a moment not only of triumph but of gaiety.

The moon, on the other hand, is a poor place for flags. Ours looked stiff and awkward, trying to float on the breeze that does not blow. (There must be a lesson here somewhere.) It is traditional, of course, for explorers to plant the flag, but it struck us, as we watched with awe and admiration and pride, that our two fellows were universal men, not national men, and should have been equipped accordingly.

Like every great river and every great sea, the moon belongs to none and belongs to all. It still holds the key to madness, still controls the tides that lap on shores everywhere, still guards the lovers who kiss in every land under no banner but the sky. What a pity that in our moment of triumph we did not forswear the familiar Iwo Jima scene and plant instead a device acceptable to all: a limp white handkerchief, perhaps, symbol of the common cold, which, like the moon, affects us all, unites us all.

—E. B. White
July 26, 1969

. . .

A drop of water has the tastes of the water of the seven seas: there is no need to experience all the ways of worldly life. The reflections of the moon on one thousand rivers are from the same moon: the mind must be full of light.

—Hung Tzu-ch’eng


the price of admission


You have not danced so badly, my dear,
Trying to hold hands with the Beautiful One. 

You have waltzed with great style, 
My sweet, crushed angel,
To have ever neared God's heart at all. 
Our Partner is notoriously difficult to follow,
And even His best musicians are not always easy 
To hear. 

So what if the music has stopped for a while.
So what
If the price of admission to the Divine
Is out of reach tonight. 

So what, my dear,
If you do not have the ante to gamble for
Real Love. 

The mind and the body are famous
For holding the heart ransom,

But Hafiz knows the Beloved's eternal habits. 
Have patience,
For He will not be able to resist your longing For Long. 

You have not danced so badly, my dear,
Trying to kiss the Beautiful One. 

You have actually waltzed with tremendous style,
O my sweet, O my sweet crushed angel.



Live to the point of tears. —Albert Camus



Awareness matters, because
Matter is a materialisation of Awareness.

Just as ‘energy’ is the formative activity of Awareness.

Just as space is a vast universal field of Awareness, and
Time is the presencing of things in that field, so
All bodies are Embodiments of Awareness,
Formed of its Elemental qualities.

—Peter Wilberg
The Awareness Principle

. . .

I taste what you taste.
I know the kind of lyrics your Soul most likes.
I know which sounds will become resplendent in your mind
and bring such pleasure your feet will jump and whirl.
When anything touches or enters your body
Never say it is not God,
for He is just trying to get close.

I have no use for divine patience
— my lips are always burning and everywhere.
I am running from every corner
of this world and sky wanting to kiss you;

I am every particle of dust and wheat
— you and I are ground from His Own Body.
I am rioting at your door;
I am spinning in midair like golden falling leaves
trying to win your glance.

I am sweetly rolling against your walls and your shores all night,
even though you are asleep.
I am singing from the mouths of animals and birds
honoring our Beloved's promise and need:
to let you know the Truth.
My dear, when anything touches or enters your body
never say it is not God,
for He and I are just trying to get close to you.

God and I are rushing
from every corner of existence,
needing to say,
"We are yours."



Friday, May 7, 2021

wiring gets crossed from external reality to our perception of it

balls in both images are identical in colour and shading
(in a way ....)


All of your name and fame, your possessions must go sooner or later. Your body must go, your belief system must go, everything must be let go. Whether you like it or not, it will happen.

Therefore, what do you do with your time? Most of you worry about something. You look at the world situation. You look at your situation. You wonder what's going to happen tomorrow. Why not let go of all that and work on transcending the personal self which is merely an I-thought? This should be your main goal. Never mind what's happened up to now. You may be the happiest human being on the earth. You may be the most miserable human being on earth. They're two sides of the same coin. As long as you are a human being it is not reality. The only thing that happens to a human being, their life keeps changing, changing, changing, consistently. There is always change going on, because this world, this universe, is not steady. It is not a solid.

No thing is solid in this universe. It is all vibrations, and the deeper you go into the vibrations, the quieter it becomes, until there's total nothingness. The total nothingness is that substratum called consciousness, of which most of us know nothing about, for we cannot explain it, we cannot demonstrate it, we cannot know it, as long as our mind focuses on the I-thought and the personal self.

Therefore, Sages have admonished that we awaken, that we simply awaken. Yet most intelligent people cannot accept that. They believe in their senses. So the Sage has to invent a method, a way of awakening, and this is called sadhana, your spiritual practices. You learn to sit and meditate on an object. It makes you one-pointed. It causes you to concentrate. You're given a mantra. These are only games, yet some people have to do these things.

—Robert Adams

—the sea is also a breviary, it speaks of God. —Jean-Paul Sartre


We perceive an eddy…and imagine that it is in some way separate from the river and that it is in some way permanent.

We experience ourselves, and likewise assume that there is an unchanging core, even if there is much evidence to undermine that conclusion.

Living as a River

. . .

There are no fixtures in nature.
The universe is fluid and volatile.
Permanence is but a word of degrees. 

—Ralph Waldo Emerson

. . .

We are what we think.
All that we are arises with our thoughts.
With our thoughts we make the world.
Speak or act with a pure mind and happiness will follow you
As your shadow, unshakeable.

—The Dhammapada




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


Thursday, May 6, 2021

all i need for today


I, I think if I could get you to do one thing
I would say that when you get to the point that you
Really feel highly motivated to just ... towards keeping your virtue
Then you'll, you'll discover quite quickly how extraordinary a life was meant to be
Could be
And it's, it's just we get so messy, it's not that we are doing lots of wrong things
Our mind is so messy
We don't keep it simple
And we end up making the life that we are living, so in-ordinarily complicated
Completely unnecessarily, and it's such a shame to end up feeling, in a real muddle
When actually, you ought to be having the time of your lives
It doesn't actually take very much to make the deepest part of us incredibly happy
You know?
Just to be here, just to appreciate
Appreciate being here
To feel that you're alive
To be in touch with your heart
That's it
That's it
It takes mindfulness to come to a human life
And then above that, it takes mindfulness and virtue
To come to a fortunate human life
The chance to be part of this happens briefly
The invitation is not to show how inventive and imaginative you are
But how much you can notice what you're already part of
And appreciate it and share it
And care about those that are around who count for their welfare
While you are looking out for your own, that's it
And then you'll get to the end of it, having had an awesome time
Knowing, that, that is something you'd recommend to others
You all know
You already know this place inside, where it's alright
You all know that when you let the ego go, it's not this black hole that you jump into
You all know it
Why can't we do it?
And yet the world is creaking under the strain of this in-ordinarily complicated
Mass of humanity and actually you know, it's really simple
When you came here
You came here with a sense of awe and wonder, dying to just see what it's about
You know, it's like, what would it be like?
To be down there?
To be part of it?
And you came here with a sense of wonder
And somehow the wonder of it wasn't enough
And we stopped wondering and started to wonder about ourselves
And in your wondering about yourself
You forgot what you came here for, what you came to be a part of

—Alexander Mitchell / Sebastian Fox / Stephen Mcminn / Guy Burgs


Wednesday, May 5, 2021

no thoughts, no world



What is called ‘mind’ is a wondrous power residing in the Self. 
It causes all thoughts to arise. 
Apart from thoughts, there is no such thing as mind. 
Therefore, thought is the nature of mind. 

Apart from thoughts, there is no independent entity called the world.
In deep sleep there are no thoughts, and there is no world.
In the states of waking and dream, there are thoughts,
and there is a world also. 

Just as the spider emits the thread (of the web) out of itself and again withdraws it into itself, likewise the mind projects the world out of itself and again resolves it into itself.
When the mind comes out of the Self, the world appears.
Therefore, when the world appears (to be real), the Self does not appear; and when the Self appears (shines) the world does not appear. 

When one persistently inquires into the nature of the mind, the mind will end, leaving the Self (as the residue).
What is referred to as the Self is the Atman. 

The mind always exists only in dependence on something gross;
it cannot stay alone. 
It is the mind that is called the subtle body or the soul (jiva). 

—Sri Ramana Maharshi 





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



When you are out walking in the sunlight,
see the love covering all.



Spring, and everything outside is growing,
even the tall cypress tree.
We must not leave this place.

Around the lip of the cup we share, these words,
"My Life Is Not Mine."

If someone were to play music, it would
have to be very sweet.
We're drinking wine, but not through lips.
We're sleeping it off, but not in bed.

Rub the cup across your forehead.
This day outside is living and dying.
Give up wanting what other people have.
That way you're safe.
"Where, where can I be safe?" you ask.

This is not a day for asking questions,
not a day on any calendar.

This day is conscious of itself.
This day is a lover, bread, and gentleness,
more manifest than saying can say.

Thoughts take form with words,
but this daylight is beyond and before
thinking and imagining.

Those two, they are so thirsty, but this gives
smoothness to water.
Their mouths are dry, and they are tired.

The rest of this poem is too blurry
for them to read.

Coleman Barks version


Tuesday, May 4, 2021



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.

... 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 co-create one another.

—Amit Goswami
Quantum Doctor

. . .

You are me, and I am you.

Isn’t it obvious that we “inter-are”?

You cultivate the flower in yourself,

so that I will be beautiful.

I transform the garbage in myself,

so that you will not have to suffer. 

I support you;

you support me.

I am in this world to offer you peace;

you are in this world to bring me joy.

—Thich Nhat Hanh

. . .

In fact, my soul and yours are the same. 

You appear in me, I appear in you. 

We hide in each other.



behind every atom hides an infinite universe. –Rumi


As is the human body,
So is the cosmic body.

As is the human mind,
So is the cosmic mind.

As is the microcosm,
So is the macrocosm.

As is the atom,
So is the universe.

—The Upanishads

. . . 

In that high place in the darkness the two oddly sensitive human atoms held each other tightly and waited.

In the mind of each was the same thought.

‘I have come to this lonely place and here is this other,’ was the substance of the thing felt.

—Sherwood Anderson





If you want what visible reality
can give, you're an employee.
If you want the unseen world,
you're not living your truth.

Both wishes are foolish,
but you'll be forgiven for forgetting
that what you really want is
love's confusing joy.

Coleman Barks version

. . .

hiding in this cage
of visible matter
is the invisible
pay attention
to her
she is singing
your song

Sushil Rao version