Ineffable Bliss

Sharing expressions... reflections... explorations... mingling.. merging.. expanding... resting... Life... LOVE... HEART... radiating... everywhere...

"When the ocean comes to you as a lover... marry at once... quickly, for God's sake! Existence has no better gift. No amount of searching will find this..." Rumi

Monday, July 31, 2006

In a Handful of God
A Poem by Hafiz

Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.

When your truth forsakes its shyness,
When your fears surrender to your strengths,
You will begin to experience

That all of existence
Is a teeming sea of infinite life.

In a handful of ocean water
You could not count all the finely tuned

Who are acting stoned
For very intelligent and sane reasons

And of course are becoming extremely sweet
And wild

In a handful of the sky and earth,
In a handful of God

We cannot count
All the ecstatic lovers who are dancing there
Behind the mysterious veil.

True art reveals there is no void
Or darkness

There is no loneliness to the clear-eyed mystics
In this luminous, brimming Playful word

Hafiz - The Subject Tonight is Love

Sunday, July 30, 2006

Identification is merely the surrender of the Self,
to it’s creation, thought...
in that moment.

D.D.P. (Zen master from the 18th Century)

Saturday, July 29, 2006

There You Go Again...
a poem by Adyashanti

Ever since I stepped out of imagination
and into the heart of things
I have become so much less spiritual.

Heaven, hell and earth
hold no meaning for me anymore.
For I am neither coming
nor going, nor staying put.

All I do is notice all the various ways
that Light weaves itself into dreams.

When someone asks me who they are,
or what God is...
I smile inside and whisper to the Light:

There you go again... pretending...

Friday, July 28, 2006

a Poem by Hafiz

Carrying God

No one can keep us from carrying God
wherever we go.

No one can rob His Name
From our hearts as we try to relinquish our fears
And at last stand---Victorious.

We do not have to leave Him in the mosque
Or church alone at night;

We do not have to be jealous of tales of saints
Or glorious masts, those intoxicated souls
Who can make outrageous love with the Friend.

We do not have to be envious of our spirits' ability
Which can sometimes touch God in a dream.

Our yearning eyes, our warm-needing bodies,
Can all be drenched in contentment
And Light.

No one anywhere can keep us
From carrying the Beloved wherever we go.

No one can rob His precious Name
From the rhythm of my heart --
Steps and breath

(Hafiz - "The Subject Tonight is Love")

Thursday, July 27, 2006

There is no shortage of LOVE in the universe…

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

A poem by Adyashanti....

Consciousness always yields itself back to illusion..

It's always coming back to meet every illusion
Because if it doesn't wake the illusion up,
Emptiness can't dance.

(from: my Secret is SILENCE...)

(photo compliments of a previous post by Danji... :)

Saturday, July 22, 2006

The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you,
not knowing how blind that was...

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere...
They're in each other all along...

-Rumi, The Book of Love

(in honor of HUG day... the 22nd of each month,
especially auspicious if it falls on a Saturday)

Friday, July 21, 2006

Surrender to Heart

This heart…
is not my heart at all…
it is just... Heart…

Heart envelopes... as surrender allows...
until there is no my...

Surrender to Heart...

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Sitting with my Heart this morning...
I notice an ever so subtle desire rising,
to invoke my lover...

I stay still... watching... letting it burn...
as it etches out an
even bigger place for me to rest...
I am home....

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

I am a drop
a poem to all lovely drops... everywhere...

I am a drop.... no more... no less...
a drop of warm sunlight...
a drop of bliss...,
quiet and simple... here am I...

landed on a petal,
this little drop
drowing in fragrance and love...,
quiet and simple... here am I...

once searching for more
she has seen herself,
resting now, is this little drop...,
quiet and simple.... here am I...

a drop that merges... with other drops...
and loses herself to the puddle of drops..
which loses itself to the pond of drops,
and then to the stream, and the river of drops
and then to the bay and the Ocean of drops... plop...

We are a drop... no more... no less...
a drop of Self...
a drop of conciousness...,
quiet and simple...
here is I....

drop... drip drop.... plop.......


Tuesday, July 18, 2006

"Candlelight Becomes Moth"

Inside the lover's heart there's another world,
and yet another.

Inside the Friend of this community
of lovers, an ear that interprets mystery,
a vein of silver in the ground, and another sky!

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 Shams's universe candlelight itself
becomes a moth to die in his candle.


Sunday, July 16, 2006

Praise This Day
(a poem.... by Adyashanti, from "My Secret is Silence" )

Save your mentally manufactured tales of
enlightenment-to-come for someone else's ears.
The price to enter this love
is your hope for a better future.

We are not a crowd of beggars here.
You and I have been down that long, twisted road
all the way to it's end.
Here we do not ask God for favors
but instead celebrate the light in each other's eyes.

So, if you are ready to stop denying yourself
your own beauty
you have come to the right place.
Wake up now and praise this day
when you realize that God's eyes
are the ones you are looking out of, and into.

Praise this day...
and with each breath you take
be filled with the golden arc of love
which announces the ending of
your argument with God.

Praise this day
simply because it exists
and sit down now in the warm skin
of your own lap;
for you are home
and it is time to rest
in the merciful light
of your own eyes...


Saturday, July 15, 2006

"Come on in... the water is fine"
he said... with a big smile and laugh.

The Heart was huge...
sweetness beyond definition,
brilliance of awareness fully present...…
waves of consciousnesssness exuding from Eye and Heart...…

Was that real...…
did he come to me last night,
was I too tired to receive him... ?
or did I fall in too...
the memory consumed by the night.
hmmmm... was it real...?

Why does sadness prevail this morn...
ahhhh... I am missing him...


Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Sri Sri Ramana Maharshi

"You are the Self
You are already and eternally That.

There is never a moment when the Self is not;
it is ever-present, here and now.

If Realization were something to be gained hereafter,
there would be an equal chance of it's being lost;
this cannot be Liberation, which is eternal."

Sri Neem Karoli Baba Maharaj

"Love All.... Serve All...."

Ram Ram Ram Ram Ram Ram Ram Ram
Ram Ram Ram Ram Ram Ram Ram Ram
Ram Ram Ram Ram Ram Ram Ram Ram
Ram Ram Ram Ram Ram Ram

(It is said that Baba would often put up one
finger as you see here... meaning...
One.. there is only ONE....)

GuruPurnima is a hindu festival day, the Guru is honored on the full moon in July,
when the moon is closest to the Earth, the time to worship God in form.
In honor of the Gurus of my Heart,
Sri Sri Ramana Maharshi and Sri Sri Neem Karoli Baba....

I bow at the feet of both my beloveds...
with a Reverence, Gratitude and Love that goes
beyond anything... and everything...

Grace brought them into this life...
and Grace itself, blesses us all.....
Om Shanti... and Ram Ram!

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

The Heart is quiet this morning…
like a calm sea after a tempestuous storm.
Mmmmmm… quiet, vast and spacious…
how different for this ever active Heart.

She is resting…
after making Love with her beloved…
this complete surrender has left her
empty… silent… and full….

Can one True kiss from her beloved… really do this…?

(inspired by bubad)

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Love comes with a knife, not some
shy question, and not with fears
for it's reputation!
I say these things disinherently.
Accept them in kind.

Love is a madman,
working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes,
running through the mountains,
drinking poison, and now quietly choosing annihilation.

A tiny spider tries to wrap an enormous wasp.
Think of the spiderweb woven across the cave
where Mohammad slept!

There are love stories,
and there is obliteration into love.

You've been walking the ocean's edge,
holding up your robes to keep them dry.

You must dive naked under and deeper under,
a thousand times deeper! Love flows down.

The ground submits to the sky and suffers
what comes. Tell me, is the earth worse
for giving in like that?

Don't put blankets over the drum!
Open completely. Let your spirit-ear
listen to the green dome's passionate murmur.

Let the cords of your robe be untied.
Shiver in this new love beyond all
above and below.
The sun rises, but which way
does night go? I have no words.

Let the soul speak with the silent
articulation of a face.

(poem: "The Silent Articulation of a Face", found in: the Book of Love)

Friday, July 07, 2006

life has turned into energies... that is what the experience is...
energies forming silhouettes of almost shapes... flowing and merging...
varying in flavor and qualities of sensuality... sensitivities expand and contract...

energies that appear to be form... turn formless ...
energies that appear to conflict.. shift and merge... amazing...

the "who" that experiences this... seems to come and go...
the energies remain... amazing...

all is rising from the epicenter of the Heart...
rhythmic waves of contraction and expansion...
flowing constantly... from the Heart...

to NK Baba and Bubad

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

a friend just emailed this to me.... passing it on...!

As we awaken, a new calling arises within consciousness to be a servant of the truth. It is a movement into authentic spiritual adulthood, where we are less focused on receiving the gifts of spiritual realization and more drawn to being an expression and servant of spiritual truth in each moment of our lives.

- Adyashanti

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

wow... look...! we are the same.... i have just seen inside you....
we are the same... formless awareness...

hmmmmm.... how can we touch... when form is not real...

and all we are, is the same...

let's make a universe... full of fragments and reflections of crystallized light...

to play and dance in... and we'll pretend... that we are two... not one...
ok... come play with me...

(inspired by bbdthhm)
Good morning... just read Danji's post on A.D. ... nice...

It made me think of a poem I wrote some years ago....

in honor of the "free-dom" that we all are...

"Freedom in flight is a joyous thing...

gone are the barriers that held fast our wings...
join hands one and all ... the fun has just begun...

cause you know deep down in side...we're really all One..."

One.... One.... One.... no separation...

just the experience of uniqueness... so fly... in That!

Om Shanti....

Monday, July 03, 2006

Good morning to All Lovely Beings... everywhere...!

Here's something that came through the portal some time ago...

"we crazy spiritual seekers... spending our lives trying to awaken...
instead of resting in the awakening that is already happening....
now and always..."


Sunday, July 02, 2006

There is a Hole… where my Heart used to be… and it is HUGE!...
resting in the Heart… has resulted in no Heart at All…!
Just this Hole… and it has consumed me...

Emptiness… with Shakti pouring through…
fullness of clarity with dancing density expressed...

ahhhhhhh....! it’s a portal… to the Source of the Universe….

(hmmmmmm... Heart after all... in it's rawest form...
ahhh...! wHole Heart...!)