Showing posts with label Ramana Maharishi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ramana Maharishi. Show all posts

Monday, June 9, 2025

notes to self






The solution to your problem is to see who has it.


—Ramana Maharshi




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Heaven, such as it is, is right here on earth. Behold: my revelation: I stand at the door in the morning, and lo, there is a newspaper, in sight like unto an emerald. And holy, holy, holy is the coffee, which was, and is, and is to come. And hark, I hear the voice of an angel round about the radio saying, “Since my baby left me I found a new place to dwell.” 
And lo, after this I beheld a great multitude, which no man could number, of shoes. And after these things I will hasten unto a taxicab and to a theater, where a ticket will be given unto me, and lo, it will be a matinee, and a film that doeth great wonders. And when it is finished, the heavens will open, and out will cometh a rain fragrant as myrrh, and yea, I have an umbrella.


―Sarah Vowell
Take the Cannoli
wait - what ? 


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Sunday, April 6, 2025

Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes. —Carl Jung

  






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There are three states only, the waking, dream and sleep. Turiya is not a fourth one; it is what underlies these three. But people do not readily understand it. Therefore it is said that this is the fourth state and the only Reality. In fact it is not apart from anything, for it forms the substratum of all happenings; it is the only Truth; it is your very Being. The three states appear as fleeting phenomena on it and then sink into it alone. Therefore they are unreal.


—Ramana Maharishi
Talks with Ramana


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So what can they tell us,
the writers of dreambooks,
the scholars of oneiric signs and omens,
the doctors
with couches for analyses—
if anything fits,
it’s accidental,
and for one reason only,
that in our dreamings,
in their shadowings and gleamings,
in their multiplings, inconceivablings,
in their haphazardings and widescatterings at times
even a clear-cut meaning may slip through.


—Wisława Szymborska
Dreams, excerpt
Clare Cavanaugh and Stanisław Barańczak version



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We have seen so much.

Reality has almost used us up ...


—Tomas Tranströmer
Windows and Stones



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