The universe exists inside the mind as the flower exists inside the seed. —Amit Ray

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A ‘complete’ life does not consist in a theoretical completeness, but in the fact that one accepts, without reservation, the particular fatal tissue in which one finds oneself embedded, and that one tries to make sense of it or to create a cosmos from the chaotic mess into which one is born.


—Carl Jung
Letters: volume 2, 1951 - 1961

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If we look far enough back in the depths of time, the disordered anthill of living beings suddenly, for an informed observer, arranges itself in long files that make their way by various paths towards greater consciousness. 

—Teilhard de Chardin

allchannels

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Isa (Jesus), son of Mary said: ‘The world is a Bridge, pass over it, but build no houses upon it. He who hopes for a day, may hope for eternity; but the World endures but an hour. Spend it in prayer for the rest is unseen.

Original Persian:
-“عیسی پسر مریم (در آنان می شود صلح) گفت :’ جهان است پل ، عبور بیش از آن است ، اما هیچ ساخت خانه بر آن او امیدوار است که برای یک روز ، ممکن است برای ابدیت امیدواریم ، اما ماندگار جهان اما ساعت آن را صرف در دعا و نماز برای استراحت است نهان ”.’

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https://allchannels.blogspot.com/

biblio

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Make your own Bible.

Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.


—Ralph Waldo Emerson

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question

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You ask me how to pray to someone who is not.
All I know is that prayer constructs a velvet bridge
And walking it we are aloft, as on a springboard,
Above landscapes the color of ripe gold
Transformed by a magic stopping of the sun.

That bridge leads to the shore of Reversal
Where everything is just the opposite and the word 'is'
Unveils a meaning we hardly envisioned.

Notice: I say we; there, every one, separately,
Feels compassion for others entangled in the flesh
And knows that if there is no other shore.
We will walk that aerial bridge all the same.


—Czesław Miłosz
Robert Hass version

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certain thoughts are prayers

  

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Certain thoughts are prayers. 

There are moments when,

whatever be the attitude of the body,

the soul is on its knees.

—Victor Hugo

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When Teresa of Avila was asked what she did in prayer, she replied, 

‘I just allow myself to be loved.'

—Anthony de Mello

Sadhana, a Way to God

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the beautiful truth

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Your lamp has a triple wick: Remembering, questioning, and sheltering made of your heart’s and mind’s agreement. 

With it, you navigate the two seas: Day with everything inside it; night and all that’s missing.
 

—Li-Young Lee

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We all begin with love for ourselves, and the unfair claims of the little self make love even selfish. At last, however, comes the full blaze of light, in which this little self is seen to have become one with the Infinite. 

Man himself is transfigured in the presence of this Light of Love, and he realizes at last the beautiful and inspiring truth that Love, the Lover, and the Beloved are One.

—Swami Vivekananda

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I and this mystery; here we stand. —Walt Whitman

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The sensibility in perceiving all things as a sign of the Mystery 

is the tranquil truth of the human being.

—Fr. Giussani

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We clasp the hands of those who go before us,
and the hands of those who come after us;
we enter the little circle of each other's arms,
and the larger circle of lovers
whose hands are joined in a dance,
and the larger circle of all creatures,
passing in and out of life,
who move also in a dance,
to a music so subtle and vast
that no one hears it except in fragments.


—Wendell Berry

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you are that

 

Everyone Stands Under His Own Dome of Heaven —Anselm Kiefer
Watercolor, gouache, and graphite on joined paper

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There is a concept that a person can create their own reality. 

This concept is only partially correct because it is generally discussed in a one-way manner i.e., a person sending a message to the field with a request/intention/prayer desiring an outcome.  

This is only ½ of the loop. 

The wave you’re sending is the feed-forward part of the loop. You need to realize that the wave coming back is the feed-back which is the rest of the universe creating its reality and responding to you. The universe (Planck Field or ”the Divine”) interacts with the rest of humanity and your creation and the universe gives you a result that is a combination of everyone’s feed-forward waves. 

If a person could create a reality exactly the way they wanted it, a few things would happen: 

1) you would be the only one in it because everybody else would be creating their own. It would be very lonely. 

2) you would also be bored within seconds since you had everything you wanted.  

What happens is that you put your intention out into the field and you stay open to what comes back, realizing it’s going to get modified for the highest evolution of the whole. 

This unexpected feed-back gives you empathy for yourself and others. You might not get exactly what you expected but now you’re learning from the experience. The totality of everyone’s learning is how the universe learns about itself.

—Nassim Haramein

allchannels

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'Being a realized immortal for a breath’ is an interesting expression. 

Usually one considers immortals to be permanently immortal. When one`s original spirit awakens, even if only for a breath, that moment is out of time and can be called immortal. At one time when I had an experience like this about 15 years ago, a connection with an experience I had when I was 5 or 6 years old occurred. 

I had completely forgotten about this experience and suddenly it returned and felt very vivid and alive, and I understood that this experience had been a deep moment of awakening. These moments are eternal moments that time cannot erase, although one can become disconnected from them.

Forever is composed of Nows.

—Emily Dickinson

wait - what

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You have projected onto yourself a world of your own imagination, based on memories, on desires and fears, and you have imprisoned yourself in it. 

Break the spell and be free.

—Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

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The body is our general medium for having a world. —Maurice Merleau-Ponty

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Do you know who God is?

God is not Vishnu, Shiva or Brahma; not the wind, the sun or the moon; not the brahmana or the king, nor I nor you; not Lakshmi nor the mind (intellect). God is without form and undivided; that splendor (devanam) which is not made and which has neither beginning nor end is known as God (Deva) or Lord Shiva which is Pure Consciousness.

I asked the Lord: Pray tell me how this world is transmuted into Pure Consciousness and also how that Pure Consciousness appears as the jiva and other things. 

The Lord continued: Indeed only that cid-akasha (the Infinite Space of Consciousness), which alone exists even after the cosmic dissolution, exists even now, utterly devoid of objectivity.

Even as the duality experienced in dream is illusory, the duality implied in the creation of the world is illusory. 

Even as the objects seem to exist and function in the inner world of Consciousness in a Dream, objects seem to exist and function in the outer world of Consciousness during the Wakeful state. 

Nothing really happens in both these states.

Even as Consciousness alone is the Reality in the Dream state, Consciousness alone is the Substance in the Wakeful state too. 

That is the Lord, 

That is the Supreme Truth, 

That You Are, 

That I Am and

That is All.

—Swami Venkatesananda

Vasistha's Yoga, exerpts

know-the-self

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A thought without a body is not a star. —Aaron Shurin

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Buddhist philosophy, the notion of mutually dependent origination, says that everything originates together, mutually dependent. It is close to implicate order, which says that everything comes out of a good and everything is interrelated, and that underlying it there is no substance that can be defined. That also gives rise to karma, but karma too becomes changeable since even our own state of mind is part of the whole, and when it changes the whole changes, so the karma changes.

The holomovement which is 'life implicit' is the ground both of 'life explicit' and of 'inanimate matter', and this ground is what is primary, self-existent and universal. Thus, we do not fragment life and inanimate matter, nor do we try to reduce the former completely to nothing but an outcome of the latter.

Thought has produced tremendous effects outwardly. And, as we'll discuss further on, it produces tremendous effects inwardly in each person. Yet the general tacit assumption in thought is that it's just telling you the way things are and that is not doing anything—that 'you' are inside there, deciding what to do with the information. 

But I want to say that you don't decide what to do with the information. The information takes over. It runs you. Thought runs you. Thought, however, gives the false information that you are running it, that you are the one who controls thought, whereas actually thought is the one which controls each one of us. 

Until thought is understood—better yet, more than understood, perceived—it will actually control us; but it will create the impression that it is our servant, that it is just doing what we want it to do. 

That's the difficulty. Thought is participating and then saying it's not participating. But it is taking part in everything. Fragmentation is a particular case of that. Thought is creating divisions out of itself and then saying that they are there naturally.

—David Bohm(1917 - 1992)
tao-of-digital-photography

 

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in(side

 

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How something is made flesh

no one can say. The buffalo soup

becomes a woman

who sings every day to her horses

or summons another to her private body

saying, come, touch, this is how

it begins, the path of a newly born

who, salvaged from other lives and worlds,

will grow to become a woman, a man,

with a heart that never rests,

and the gathered berries,

the wild grapes

enter the body,

human wine

which can love,

where nothing created is wasted;

the swallowed grain takes you through the dreams

of another night,

the deer meat becomes hands

strong enough to work.

But I love most

the white-haired creature

eating green leaves;

the sun shines there

swallowed, showing in her face

taking in all the light,

and in the end

when the shadow from the ground

enters the body and remains,

in the end, you might say,

This is myself,

still unknown, still a mystery.


—Linda Hogan

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being imperfect

National Geographic photo of the year

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Beat doesn't mean tired, or bushed, so much as it means beato, the Italian for beatific: to be in a state of beatitude, like St. Francis, trying to love all life, trying to be utterly sincere with everyone, practicing endurance, kindness, cultivating joy of heart. 

How can this be done in our mad modern world of multiplicities and millions? By practicing a little solitude, going off by yourself once in a while to store up that most precious of golds: the vibrations of sincerity.

—Jack Kerouac

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Some things, niño, some things are like this,
That instantly and in themselves are gay
And you and I are such things, O most miserable...

For a moment they are gay and are a part
Of an element, the exactest element for us,
In which we pronounce joy like a word of our own.

It is there, being imperfect, and with these things
And erudite in happiness, with nothing learned,
That we are joyously ourselves and we think

Without the labor of thought, in that element,
And we feel, in a way apart, for a moment, as if
There was a bright scienza outside of ourselves,

A gaiety that is being, not merely knowing,
The will to be and to be total in belief,
Provoking a laughter, an agreement, by surprise.


—Wallace Stevens
Of Bright & Blue Birds & The Gala Sun

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the air shares its spirit

thank you, Jill 

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Rumi has a whole theory of language based on the reed flute (ney). Beneath everything we say, and within each note of the reed flute, lies a nostalgia for the reed bed.

Language and music are possible only because we’re empty, hollow, and separated from the source. All language is a longing for home.

Why is there not a second tonality, he muses, a note in praise of the craftsman’s skill, which fashioned the bare cylinder into a ney, the intricate human form with its nine holes?


—Coleman Barks
On Silence

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All things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man. 

The air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.

—Chief Seattle

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directions

   

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Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked,

which you can walk with love and reverence.


—Henry David Thoreau

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Make your own Bible.

Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet. 

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Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. 

And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

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inspir(ation

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In the morning as the storm begins to blow away
the clear sky appears for a moment and it seems to me
that there has been something simpler than I could ever
believe

simpler than I could have begun to find words for
not patient not even waiting no more hidden
than the air itself that became part of me for a while
with every breath and remained with me unnoticed

something that was here unnamed unknown in the days
and the nights not separate from them
not separate from them as they came and were gone
it must have been here neither early nor late then

by what name can I address it now holding out my thanks


—W.S. Merwin (treasure)
Just Now

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shelter

 

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I know it's true
It's all because of you
And, if I make it through
It's all because of you

And, now and then
If we must start again
Well, we will know for sure
That I will love you

Now and then
I miss you
Oh, now and then
I want you to be there for me
Always to return to me

I know it's true
It's all because of you
And, if you go away
I know you'll never stay

Now and then
I miss you
Oh, now and then
I want you to be there for me

I know it's true
It's all because of you
And, if I make it through
It's all because of you

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part(icals

   

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The true person is

Not anyone in particular;

But, like the deep blue color

Of the limitless sky,

It is everyone,

everywhere in the world.

—Dogen 

Japan, 13th cent

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When I was the stream, when I was the
forest, when I was still the field,
when I was every hoof, foot,
fin and wing, when I 
was the sky
itself,
no one ever asked me did I have a purpose, no one ever
wondered was there anything I might need,
for there was nothing
I could not
love.

It was when I left all we once were that 
the agony began, the fear and questions came,
and I wept, I wept. And tears
I had never known
before. 

So I returned to the river, I returned to 
the mountains. I asked for their hand in marriage again,
I begged—I begged to wed every object and creature, 
and when they accepted,
God was ever present in my arms.
And He did not say,
“Where have you been?” 
For then I knew my soul—every soul—
has always held Him.


—Meister Eckhart 
Daniel Ladinsky version

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It is a lie, any talk of God that does not comfort you.

—Meister Ekhart

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an embarrassment

   

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“Do you want to ask the blessing?”

“No. If you do, go ahead.”

He went ahead: his prayer dressed up

in Sunday clothes rose a few feet

and dropped with a soft thump.

If a lonely soul did ever cry out

in company its true outcry to God,

it would be as though at a sedate party

a man suddenly removed his clothes

and took his wife passionately into his arms.


—Wendell Berry

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the idea of the good it(self

 

free course

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… the multiplicity of the perceptual world [unfolds]

as a seed bursts into a tree. 

—Eknath Easwaren

The Upanishads

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the highest teaching

  

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From joy all beings have come. 
In joy all beings are sustained. 
To joy all beings return. 

This is the highest teaching. 
This is the highest teaching.


—The Upanishads

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ripple in still water

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If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music?
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men

There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow

You, who choose to lead, must follow
But if you fall you fall alone
If you should stand then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home

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pray without ceasing

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Meditation must be unceasing even when one is engaged in work. 

Particular time for it is meant for novices.

—Sri Ramana Maharshi

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Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. 

I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. 

I would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars. I cannot count one. I know not the first letter of the alphabet. I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born.


—Henry David Thoreau
Walden: Where I lived and What I lived for

 

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on being a person here

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Be a person here. Stand by the river, invoke
the owls. Invoke winter, then spring.
Let any season that wants to come here make its own
call. After that sound goes away, wait.

A slow bubble rises through the earth
and begins to include sky, stars, all space,
even the outracing, expanding thought.
Come back and hear the little sound again.

Suddenly this dream you are having matches
everyone’s dream, and the result is the world.
If a different call came there wouldn’t be any
world, or you, or the river, or the owls calling.

How you stand here is important. How you listen for the next things to happen. How you breathe.


—William Stafford
Being a Person

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current to the light

 

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Paradise is having a connection — roots in the garden, stem from the branch, current to the light. 

To be unaware of the connection is to have one’s heart in the wrong place — far out in the fruit instead of within, in the tree.


—Alan Watts

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the branch might seem like the fruit’s origin: 

in fact, the branch exists because of the fruit 

—Rumi

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earth dweller

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It was all the clods at once become
precious; it was the barn, and the shed,
and the windmill, my hands, the crack
Arlie made in the ax handle: oh, let me stay
here humbly, forgotten, to rejoice in it all;
let the sun casually rise and set.

If I have not found the right place,
teach me; for, somewhere inside, the clods are
vaulted mansions, lines through the barn sing
for the saints forever, the shed and windmill
rear so glorious the sun shudders like a gong.

Now I know why people worship, carry around
magic emblems, wake up talking dreams
they teach to their children: the world speaks.
The world speaks everything to us.
It is our only friend.


—William Stafford

 

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All that lives is spirit and all that dies is matter; 

and all that dies in spirit is matter and all that lives in matter is spirit.

—Hazrat Inayat Khan

The Mysticism of Sound and Music

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O Beloved, where is the Beloved?

 

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In truth, everything and everyone 
is a shadow of the Beloved. 

And our seeking is His seeking, 
and our words are His words. 

We search for Him here and there. 

While looking right at Him, 
sitting by His side, we ask: 
'O Beloved, where is the Beloved?' 

Enough with such questions! 

Let silence take you to the core of life. 

All your talk is worthless when compared 
with one whisper of the Beloved.


—Rumi

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