tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14295943335271975992024-03-27T16:54:01.143-07:00love is a placeyes is a world
& in this world of yes live
(skillfully curled)
all worlds Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1186125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-6183795632274169482024-03-27T06:46:00.000-07:002024-03-27T06:46:48.996-07:00One eye sees, the other feels. —Paul Klee .Each house has a number of windows, which open onto a garden: a light window, a sound window, an olfactory window, a taste window, and a great number of tactile windows. Depending on the manner in which these windows are built, the garden changes as seen from the house. By no means does it seem like a section of a larger world. Rather, it is the only world that belongs to the house— Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-55982772057141249192024-03-27T06:42:00.000-07:002024-03-27T06:42:44.808-07:00Umwelt! .Umwelt — that lovely German word for the sensory bubble each creature inhabits, both limiting and defining its perceptual reality. Earth teems with sights and textures, sounds and vibrations, smells and tastes, electric and magnetic fields. But every animal can only tap into a small fraction of reality's fullness. Each is enclosed within its own unique sensory bubble, perceiving Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-84125629162049519012024-03-27T06:40:00.000-07:002024-03-27T06:40:47.900-07:00a brighter word than bright.Words are substance strange. Speak one and the air ripples into another's ears. Write one and the eye laps it up. But the sense transmutes, and the spoken word winds through the ear's labyrinth into a sense that is no longer the nerve's realm. The written word unfolds behind the eye into the world, world's image, and the imagination sees as the eye cannot see - thoughtfully.—Dan Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-85146271673797280902024-03-26T06:28:00.000-07:002024-03-26T06:28:43.685-07:00seeing the seerKeith Williams. We can experience things—can touch, hear and taste things—only because, as bodies, we are ourselves included in the sensible field, and have our own textures, sounds and tastes. We can perceive things at all only because we ourselves are entirely a part of the sensible world that we perceive! We might as well say that we are organs of this world, flesh of its flesh, and the world Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-36719083039642430262024-03-26T06:11:00.000-07:002024-03-26T06:11:19.863-07:00atom(ic .We have found that the atom is a living entity, a little vibrant world, and that within its sphere of influence other little lives are to be found, and this very much in the same sense as each of us is an entity, or positive nucleus of force or life, holding within our sphere of influence other lesser lives, i.e., the cells of our body. What can be said of us can be said, in degree, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-91036785009388258302024-03-26T06:04:00.000-07:002024-03-26T06:04:02.761-07:00body(mind starling murmuration.The mind & body are not separate entities. The gross form of the mind is the body & the subtle form of the body is the mind. The practice of asana integrates & harmonizes the two. Both the body & the mind harbor tensions or knots. Every mental knot has a corresponding physical, muscular knot & vice versa. The aim of asana is to Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-61574399232703620192024-03-25T07:42:00.000-07:002024-03-25T07:42:17.483-07:00💗 .Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise! —Wallace Stevens.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-85831700967016763592024-03-25T07:39:00.000-07:002024-03-25T07:39:19.666-07:00when faces called flowers float out of the ground .when faces called flowers float out of the groundand breathing is wishing and wishing is having-but keeping is downward and doubting and never-it’s april(yes,april;my darling)it’s spring!yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can flyyes the little fish gambol as glad as can be(yes the mountains are dancing together)when every leaf opens without any soundand wishing is Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-66810982853737707302024-03-25T07:38:00.000-07:002024-03-25T07:38:44.100-07:00spring paints the countrside .It’s the season of spring, let us be cheek to cheek with the east wind Let us be friends with the rose, and companions of its scent It is the time of the wild tulipWith pure hearts let us take up the cupLike the narcissus, let us be drunk without pretense —Sheyhifrom The Gathering of Desire,Ottoman Lyric Poetry: An Anthology.Spring paints the countryside.Cypress trees Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-83174359100203991672024-03-24T04:49:00.000-07:002024-03-24T04:50:18.384-07:00Last Night As I was Sleeping .Last night, as I was sleeping,I dreamt — marvelous error!—that a spring was breakingout in my heart.I said: Along which secret aqueduct,Oh water, are you coming to me,water of a new lifethat I have never drunk? Last night, as I was sleeping,I dreamt — marvelous error!—that I had a beehivehere inside my heart.And the golden beeswere making white combsand sweet honeyfrom my old failures.LastUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-15650615729987522362024-03-24T04:45:00.000-07:002024-03-24T04:51:05.406-07:00and still, you are .Whose limbic system is it anyway? The emotional center of your brain does well to take orders from your heart. 85% of the fibers of the vagus nerve running between your heart and brain are afferent, meaning the majority of information conveyed there represents information flowing from your heart to your brain. The heart is a feeling center of great power and competence to inform and Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-91930094111414280352024-03-24T04:36:00.000-07:002024-03-24T04:36:47.897-07:00The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart. —Yeats . The Heart is the center of the Self and the Self is the center of centers. Just as the subtle force of electricity travels through wires and does many wonderful things, so too the Heart imparts sentience to the senses.—Sri Ramana Maharshi.Be conscious first of thyself within, then think and act. All living thought is a world in preparation; all real act is a thought manifested. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-12013883994229399932024-03-23T07:25:00.000-07:002024-03-24T03:55:31.560-07:00inside out .Religion is the reconnection - re-legio - between man and reality.—E. F. Schumacher.In order to keep the mind on one thing […] it is necessary to preserve attention and so lead it into the heart: for so long as the mind remains in the head, where thoughts jostle one another, it has not time to concentrate on one thing. But where attention descends into the heart, it attracts all the powersUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-91298297070299757532024-03-23T07:24:00.000-07:002024-03-23T07:24:12.842-07:00question .What is the deep listening? Sama isa greeting from the secret ones insidethe heart, a letter. The branches ofyour intelligence grow new leaves inthe wind of this listening. The bodyreaches a peace. Rooster sound comes,reminding you of your love for dawn.The reed flute and the singer's lips:the knack of how spirit breathes intous becomes as simple and ordinary aseatingUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-3132852793434396922024-03-23T07:15:00.000-07:002024-03-23T08:59:54.140-07:00the first sky is inside you, friend .What birds plunge through is not the intimate space,in which you see all Forms intensified.(In the Open, denied, you would lose yourself,would disappear into that vastness.)Space reaches from us and translates Things:to become the very essence of a tree,throw inner space around it, from that spacethat lives in you. Encircle it with restraint.It has no limits. For the first time, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-3234802850826046332024-03-22T05:41:00.000-07:002024-03-22T05:42:00.219-07:00lucid living .there is no way to walk out of experienceWhen we touch wood, we are convinced that we are touching a real piece of wood, a material object, something others can touch as well. But the feeling of touch, the thoughts we think while analyzing, and also the firm conviction that matter is real, all those are experiences. Seeing someone else touch the same piece of wood, hearing that person Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-53123325492284534602024-03-22T05:40:00.000-07:002024-03-22T05:40:16.187-07:00trans(formation Brahmin moth, transformed.It is the one Reality which appears to our ignorance as a manifold universe of names and forms and changes. Like the gold of which many ornaments are made, it remains in itself unchanged. Such is Brahman, and That art Thou.—Adi Shankara.Just as one might have to turn the whole body round in order that the eye should see light instead of darkness, so theUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-92081491604990993282024-03-22T05:37:00.000-07:002024-03-22T05:37:58.277-07:00questions .Could I ask you to explain the music of heaven for me?Sounding the ten thousand things differently, so each becomes itself according to itself alone, who could make such music? —Chuang Tzu (369-286 BCE).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-89001074894419481942024-03-21T04:46:00.000-07:002024-03-21T04:46:49.532-07:00how to love the world .The first of a year’s abundance of dandelionsis this single kernel of bright yellowdropped on our path by the sun, sensingthat we might need some marker to help usfind our way through life, to find a pathover the snow-flattened grass that wasblade by blade unbending into green,on a morning early in April, this happeningjust at the moment I thought we were lostand I’d stopped to look aroundUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-25118181721955650092024-03-21T04:45:00.000-07:002024-03-21T04:53:22.317-07:00silent friend of many distances .I've always loved friends of the WayAlways held them dearMeeting a stranger with silent springsGreeting a guest talking zenTalking about mysteries on a moonlit nightSearching for truth until dawnWhen the tracks of our inventionsdisappear and we see who we really are.—Han ShanCold Mountain.Let’s be friendly and open togetherI’ll give you my well-filled lifeand you give me a view of the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-60774277185906060692024-03-21T04:43:00.000-07:002024-03-21T04:43:23.520-07:00hush .Hush.I am so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constantly talking with you.—Rumi. The clear bead at the centerchanges everything. There areno edges to my loving now.You've heard it said there'sa window that opens from onemind to another,but if Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-37091862386118412582024-03-20T05:34:00.000-07:002024-03-20T05:37:09.676-07:00in your body lies a priceless gem —Rumi . Grace is always present. 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.Images, however sacred they may be, retain the attention outside, whereas at theUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-17240559429844873632024-03-20T05:31:00.000-07:002024-03-20T07:04:25.577-07:00the still point of the turning universe .The world's spiritual geniuses seem to discover universally that the mind's muddy river, this ceaseless flow of trivia and trash, cannot be dammed, and that trying to dam it is a waste of effort that might lead to madness. Instead you must allow the muddy river to flow unheeded in the dim channels of consciousness; you raise your sights; you look along it, mildlyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-16654537354098234372024-03-20T05:29:00.000-07:002024-03-20T06:58:28.695-07:00here is the world .Kiss the mouth which tells you, here, here is the world. This mouth. This laughter. These temple bones.—Galway Kinnell.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429594333527197599.post-23918743910241415102024-03-19T05:01:00.000-07:002024-03-19T05:01:32.535-07:00the story of more .The mass extinctions of long ago were dramatic periods of destabilization that resulted in widespread reorganization—exactly what we are starting to experience today. At the end of a mass extinction, the tree of life has lost several branches—and yet, afterward, life does go on. Plants regreen the earth and animals repopulate the oceans; different species take over and different landscapesUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0