Thursday, August 31, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Ramana Maharshi - Upadesa Saram, #10:
"The practice of fixing the mind in its own
source in the Heart is, without doubt, true
source in the Heart is, without doubt, true
bhakti yoga and understanding."
when Maharshi was asked "what is the Heart referred to....?"
when Maharshi was asked "what is the Heart referred to....?"
he replied, "That which is the source of all, that in which
all live, and that into which all finally merge,
is the Heart referred to."
Bhagavan Ramana Jai!
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
"There is no greater mystery than this:
Being Reality ourselves, we seek to gain Reality"
~Bhagavan Ramana Maharshi
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Happy Birthday Danny
Monday, August 28, 2006
There is a deep sadness welling up inside…
It is before any story, before any rhyme…
It fills me as I watch…
Thoughts come that try to explain it…
and change it…. and make it into something else…
but it is before any story, before any rhyme…
and It fills me as I watch…
It makes my eyes wide and humbles me…
Touched to the very core…
Is this the same feeling that has been here before?
Sadness moves like a soft breeze gracing this Heart…
Touching to be touched…
Opening more and more… as she goes…
Make room for this gentle one,
Do not push her away…
Let her in... let her have you...
let her break you apart...
a deep beauty beyond understanding will rise....
She comes to us from before any story, before any rhyme
And fills us as we watch…
Send her a kiss... for she is kissing you...
It is before any story, before any rhyme…
It fills me as I watch…
Thoughts come that try to explain it…
and change it…. and make it into something else…
but it is before any story, before any rhyme…
and It fills me as I watch…
It makes my eyes wide and humbles me…
Touched to the very core…
Is this the same feeling that has been here before?
Sadness moves like a soft breeze gracing this Heart…
Touching to be touched…
Opening more and more… as she goes…
Make room for this gentle one,
Do not push her away…
Let her in... let her have you...
let her break you apart...
a deep beauty beyond understanding will rise....
She comes to us from before any story, before any rhyme
And fills us as we watch…
Send her a kiss... for she is kissing you...
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
There is a perpetual fathomless pull of Love into Love,
an undercurrent of forever expanding Self into Self.
This is how I experience Love as the depth of Emptiness.
The more you go into the Fathomlessness,
the more you will be pulled, attracted, dissolved into It.
This Beauty is attraction and as you go deeper into it,
you will be more in Love every moment.
~Papaji
~Papaji
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Monday, August 21, 2006
"You Say, I Say"
a poem by Hafiz
"Hey, Old Man,
Why don't you ... go shovel
Snowflakes!"
a poem by Hafiz
You say
"How can I find God?"
I say,
"How can I find God?"
I say,
"The Friend is lining your pocket...
the curved pink wall in your belly...
Sober up,
Sober up,
Steady you aim,
Reach in,
Turn the Universe and
The Beautiful Rascal
Inside out."
You say,
The Beautiful Rascal
Inside out."
You say,
"That sounds perposterous....
I really don't believe God is in there."
I say,
"Well then,
Why not try the Himilayas....
You could get naked
And pretend to be an exalted yogi
And eat bark and snow for forty years."
And you might think,
I really don't believe God is in there."
I say,
"Well then,
Why not try the Himilayas....
You could get naked
And pretend to be an exalted yogi
And eat bark and snow for forty years."
And you might think,
"Hey, Old Man,
Why don't you ... go shovel
Snowflakes!"
:) Hafiz
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Friday, August 18, 2006
Let lonliness pull you...
into the depths...
do not linger on the surface...
or its true face will be lost...
Let lonliness pull you...
into the depths...
savor this sweet longing...
follow it home...
Ahhh... loneliness... old friend..
I take your hand... and we play again...
falling deeper... into the depths...
of the Heart...
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
The Wine is Within You...
by Adyashanti
Then you will sing
~Adyashanti
by Adyashanti
This tavern is about to close its doors.
So my friends, we must go.
But do not rejoice
or regret your leaving,
for this Wine is within you
the warm nectar of a thousand Buddhas.
We will meet together again at this tavern
We will meet together again at this tavern
I am sure.
But do not forget that
at the innermost table
this Wine of ours is always flowing
and it is where all true lovers dwell.
Within the stillness of Stillness
you will be met there,
Within the stillness of Stillness
you will be met there,
and consumed by the Winemaker,
by the object of your secret devotion.
Then you will sing
the most drunken song of all:
I am He, you will sing
I am She, you will sing...
the song of your long awaited
return to your senses.
~Adyashanti
Monday, August 14, 2006
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Stay as Is
Stay as Is. Allow nature to function
without your mind and thought.
Only action and reaction; no doership, no ego.
This is the end of suffering.
When you really look at it,
you see that you have never done anything at all.
But out of Nothing you can do anything
without any reward for your activity.
All activity will be no activity,
and you will have no footprints left
to give you the next cycle of suffering.
Surrender to your Totality,
You have no limitations or notions of limitations,
no intentions or concepts,
only Freedom!
Papaji
without your mind and thought.
Only action and reaction; no doership, no ego.
This is the end of suffering.
When you really look at it,
you see that you have never done anything at all.
But out of Nothing you can do anything
without any reward for your activity.
All activity will be no activity,
and you will have no footprints left
to give you the next cycle of suffering.
Surrender to your Totality,
You have no limitations or notions of limitations,
no intentions or concepts,
only Freedom!
Papaji
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Friday, August 11, 2006
Thursday, August 10, 2006
H.W.L. Poojna
This is your own creation, so enjoy it!
Love Everything: Be and radiate Love.
As Love
you are seated in the Heart of all Beings
and they in yours.
Here within the Heart
you can See everything
because everything is projected from here.
The rose is Silent, yet it attracts.
So those in Love have faces shining with Beauty.
If you cannot hold the Love,
if you cannot contain it,
then distribute it to all, for it is always Full.
Love all, no matter what, Love all,
Love all, no matter what, Love all,
it will win all battles.
Papaji
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
No one knows what makes the soul wake up
so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has blown
the veil from the
the veil from the
face of God.
A thousand new moons appear.
Roses open laughing.
Hearts become perfect rubies like
those from Badakshan.
Hearts become perfect rubies like
those from Badakshan.
The body turns entirely to spirit.
Leaves become branches in this wind.
Why is it now so easy to surrender,
even for those already surrendered?
There's no answer to any of this.
There's no answer to any of this.
No one knows the source of Joy.
A poet breathes into a reed flute,
and the tip of every hair makes music.
Sham sails down clods of dirt
A poet breathes into a reed flute,
and the tip of every hair makes music.
Sham sails down clods of dirt
from the roof, and we take jobs
as doorkeepers for him.
~Rumi
~Rumi
Monday, August 07, 2006
Have You Noticed?
by Adyashanti
I have no more ideas anymore about
by Adyashanti
I have no more ideas anymore about
God, consciousness,
the absolute or non-duality.
If you want to talk with me
let us meet where
there are no abstractions.
All I want to know is:
Have you noticed?
Something is here my friend.
Something is here,
have you noticed?
Only the Mystery is.
The Mystery is noticing that
only the Mystery Is.
Have you noticed?
~Adyashanti
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Friday, August 04, 2006
Sit with discomfort... let it rise...
watch as the subtle art of identification
weaves it's cloth of energies liked and disliked,
and say ever so softly...
to whom does this come... to whom does this come...?
Truth appears when summoned,
to whom does this come... to whom does this come...?
Truth appears when summoned,
the small one sees it's face and bows...
rest in This... rest...
rest in This... rest...
Eat those seeming wanted
and unwanted energies for breakfast.
They will turn to fresh sweet berries,
ripened just for you....
D.D.P.
They will turn to fresh sweet berries,
ripened just for you....
D.D.P.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
another from Papaji...
The pain and tears of separation are Blessed.
This aching from being separated from the Beloved
is better than union with the Beloved.
It is Beautiful... so dissolve your doubts
and adore your Imperishable Self
with Peace and Wisdom.
The devotee, the true Devotee,
is the Heart of the Divine.
(Papaji was a Devotee of Ramana Maharshi... )
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Papaji...
Surrender is the ego bowing down to it's Source.
Surrender,
Surrender to the Source.
Surrender to Awareness,
this is the only place of protection.
Surrender your heart and you will know all.
Surrender to Conciousness and Bliss.
Surrender means to surrender your bondage
and simply be Freedom.
Surrender is the ego bowing down to it's Source.
No more demands or commands,
but just putting all in the hands of the Source.
Surrender is to submit your stupidness, your ignorance,
to the will of Existence, to Conciousness and Bliss
and be happy. That's all.
Surrender,
Let Silence have You.
H.W.L. Poonja
know as "Papaji", from "This"
H.W.L. Poonja
know as "Papaji", from "This"
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Nice Storm...
The lightning was flashing, the rain was pouring…
The thunder cracked and roared…
As I lay in my bed feeling the awe of this display...
I awoke in the night… to a thunder storm…
It was happening inside of me…
The lightning was flashing, the rain was pouring…
The thunder cracked and roared…
The air was full of electricity…
Which brought colors with it….
As I lay in my bed feeling the awe of this display...
I realized my eye lids were still closed…
and yet I could see
Everything…
It was happening inside of me….
Nice storm....
and yet I could see
Everything…
It was happening inside of me….
Nice storm....