Thursday, November 30, 2006
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
****
Oh my friends....
Oh my friends,
What can you tell me of Love,
Whose pathways are filled with strangeness?
When you offer the Great One your love,
At the first step your body is crushed.
Next be ready to offer your head as his seat.
Be ready to orbit his lamp like a moth giving in to the light,
to live in the deer as she runs toward the hunter's call,
In the partridge that swallows hot coals for love of the moon,
In the fish that, kept from the sea happily dies.
Like a bee trapped for life in the closing of the sweet flower,
Mira has offered herself to her Lord.
She says, the single Lotus will swallow you whole.
~Mirabai
Sunday, November 26, 2006
****
Candlelight becomes Moth
Inside a lover's heart there's another world,
and yet another...
Inside the Friend of this community of lovers,
Inside the Friend of this community of lovers,
an ear that interprets mystery,
a vein of silver in the ground, another in the sky!
Intellect and compassion are ladders we climb,
Intellect and compassion are ladders we climb,
and there are other ladders as we walk the night
hearing a voice that talks of forgiveness...
Inside Sham's universe candlelight itself
becomes a moth to die in his candle...
~Rumi
hearing a voice that talks of forgiveness...
Inside Sham's universe candlelight itself
becomes a moth to die in his candle...
~Rumi
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Thursday, November 23, 2006
(photo compliments of Danji...)
"Begin"
This is now. Now is.
Don't postpone till then.
Spend the spark of iron on stone.
"Begin"
This is now. Now is.
Don't postpone till then.
Spend the spark of iron on stone.
Sit at the head of the table.
Dip your spoon in the bowl. Seat yourself
Dip your spoon in the bowl. Seat yourself
next to your Joy and have your awakened soul
pour wine...
Branches in the spring wind,
Branches in the spring wind,
easy dance of Jasmine and Cypress...
Cloth for green robes has been cut from pure
Cloth for green robes has been cut from pure
absence. You're the tailor, settled among his shop goods,
quietly sewing...
~Rumi
On this day of Thanksgiving...
Thank you to everyone for your Beauty and Presence...
Om Shanti...
~Rumi
On this day of Thanksgiving...
Thank you to everyone for your Beauty and Presence...
Om Shanti...
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
You will not find me in stupas, not in Indian shrine rooms,
nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:
not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding around
your own neck, nor in eating nothing but vegetables.
When you really look for me, you will see me instantly...
You will find me in the tiniest house of time.
Kabir says: Student, tell me what is God?
He is the breath inside the breath.
~Kabir
My shoulder is against yours.
You will not find me in stupas, not in Indian shrine rooms,
nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:
not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding around
your own neck, nor in eating nothing but vegetables.
When you really look for me, you will see me instantly...
You will find me in the tiniest house of time.
Kabir says: Student, tell me what is God?
He is the breath inside the breath.
~Kabir
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
Saturday, November 11, 2006
an excerpt from Danji's post today at Anonymous Dharma:
"...Can you just rest, here and now, and let that be your practice?..."
~Dan
Friday, November 10, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
(Arunachala...)
Always remember deep in your heart that all is well
and everything is unfolding as it should...
There are no mistakes anywhere, at any time.
What appears to be wrong is simply your own false imagination.
That's all.
Always remember deep in your heart that all is well
and everything is unfolding as it should...
There are no mistakes anywhere, at any time.
What appears to be wrong is simply your own false imagination.
That's all.
But we live in a universe of Brahman, of Absolute Reality,
self contained Consciousness, where there's perfection,
perfect life, perfect bliss, perfect being.
That perfection knows nothing about wrong and right,
That perfection knows nothing about wrong and right,
good and bad, happy and sad.
It knows only itself as Perfection. And you are That.
You are the Self, that perfect unmutable Self.
Nothing else exists.
Nothing else ever existed.
Nothing else will ever exist.
There is only the one Self and you are That.
Rejoice!
~Robert Adams
(Robert Adams was a direct disciple of Ramana Maharshi
during the last few years of Ramana's life)
You are the Self, that perfect unmutable Self.
Nothing else exists.
Nothing else ever existed.
Nothing else will ever exist.
There is only the one Self and you are That.
Rejoice!
~Robert Adams
(Robert Adams was a direct disciple of Ramana Maharshi
during the last few years of Ramana's life)
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Love is a flame that burns everything
other than itself.
It is the destruction of all that is false,
and the fulfullment of all that is True...
~Adyashanti
other than itself.
It is the destruction of all that is false,
and the fulfullment of all that is True...
~Adyashanti
Monday, November 06, 2006
Grace is always present...
You imagine it is something somewhere
high in the sky, far away, and has to descend.
It is really inside of you, in your Heart...
and the moment you effect subsidence or merger
of the mind into it's Source...
Grace rushes forth... sprouting as from a spring
within you....
~Sri Sri Ramana Maharshi
You imagine it is something somewhere
high in the sky, far away, and has to descend.
It is really inside of you, in your Heart...
and the moment you effect subsidence or merger
of the mind into it's Source...
Grace rushes forth... sprouting as from a spring
within you....
~Sri Sri Ramana Maharshi
Saturday, November 04, 2006
******
I Heard the Bird One Day
Wind moves through
this hollow reed body
touches the five senses
and becomes a song.
Who is the Master
of this orchestra...
and how does Emptiness
become love or a tea cup?
I heard a bird one day
Who is the Master
of this orchestra...
and how does Emptiness
become love or a tea cup?
I heard a bird one day
and became the bird hearing.
Then waking from this spiritual dream
of Oneness...
The world resolved itself
and nothing at all happened.
Yet the Ancient One continues to
wink and smile.
~Adyashanti
Then waking from this spiritual dream
of Oneness...
The world resolved itself
and nothing at all happened.
Yet the Ancient One continues to
wink and smile.
~Adyashanti
Friday, November 03, 2006
Thursday, November 02, 2006
*******
(In honor of the November 2nd Tradition of Honoring
those that we Love that have passed...
I dedicate this to my Mom... Nancy, who loved to Love...)
(In honor of the November 2nd Tradition of Honoring
those that we Love that have passed...
I dedicate this to my Mom... Nancy, who loved to Love...)
My whole life has been happiness.
Through all my misfortunes, I did not plan anything.
Life was there for me, and I accepted it.
And life, whatever came out,
has been beautiful to me,
and I Love everybody.
~Louis Armstrong
Through all my misfortunes, I did not plan anything.
Life was there for me, and I accepted it.
And life, whatever came out,
has been beautiful to me,
and I Love everybody.
~Louis Armstrong
(photo and quote compliments of Danji...)
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
(photo to follow... uploading not happening...)
Océanos
Yo sentío que el barco mio
hay encontrada, allá en el fondo
con algo grande.
Y nada sucede!
Nada . . .
Silencio . . . Olas . . .
Nada sucede?
O es que ha sucedido todo,
y estamos ya, tranquilos, en lo nuevo...
~Juan Ramón Jiménez
English Translation:
I have a feeling
that my boat has struck,
down there in the depths,
against a great thing.
And nothing happens!
Nothing...
Silence... Waves...
--Nothing happens?
Or is it that everything has happened,
and we are already, calm, in the newness...
Océanos
Yo sentío que el barco mio
hay encontrada, allá en el fondo
con algo grande.
Y nada sucede!
Nada . . .
Silencio . . . Olas . . .
Nada sucede?
O es que ha sucedido todo,
y estamos ya, tranquilos, en lo nuevo...
~Juan Ramón Jiménez
English Translation:
I have a feeling
that my boat has struck,
down there in the depths,
against a great thing.
And nothing happens!
Nothing...
Silence... Waves...
--Nothing happens?
Or is it that everything has happened,
and we are already, calm, in the newness...