Monday, October 23, 2017

Walt Whitman - Miracles

Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night
        with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so
        quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.

To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—the
        ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?


Sunday, October 22, 2017

Rupert Spira - Love

Love is not a human experience.
There are no human experiences.
There are no entities called humans that experience certain things.
Consciousness alone experiences.
All experience belongs to Consciousness
including all the thoughts, sensations and perceptions
that are normally considered to belong to humans.
The human being is not an entity that owns, has, feels or knows anything.
It is a known of felt object, that is, a thought, sensation or perception.
In other words, only the Absolute merits the name 'love.'
You are confusing a set of feelings, bodily sensations
and thoughts for the experience of love.
Love is precisely the dissolution of all such objects in Consciousness.
Do we not know that ?
Do we not know that love is precisely the dissolution
of everything that keeps us, defined, separate, apart ?


Friday, October 20, 2017

Susan Kahn - No True Things

To see that there are no true things
Is to fall through crevasses,
Through the appearing bedrock
And into an emptiness.

One finds a freedom
To wander among open fields
Of neither thing nor no thing.

With everything arising dependently,
And so, without inherent natures,
The many are not fractured.

And because nothing stands alone
But for the veil of empty names,
The barren desert blooms.

Posts by Susan Kahn


Danna Faulds - Awakening now

Why wait for your awakening?

The moment your eyes are open, seize the day.

Would you hold back when the Beloved beckons?

Would you deliver your litany of sins like a child’s collection of sea shells, prized and labeled?

“No, I can’t step across the threshold,” you say, eyes downcast.

“I’m not worthy” I’m afraid, and my motives aren’t pure.

I’m not perfect, and surely I haven’t practiced nearly enough.

My meditation isn’t deep, and my prayers are sometimes insincere.

I still chew my fingernails, and the refrigerator isn’t clean.

“Do you value your reasons for staying small more than the light shining through the open door?

Forgive yourself.

Now is the only time you have to be whole.

Now is the sole moment that exists to live in the light of your true Self.
Perfection is not a prerequisite for anything but pain.

Please, oh please, don’t continue to believe in your disbelief.

This is the day of your awakening.

 From: Go In and In:
Poems From the Heart of Yoga

More about Danna Faulds HERE

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Nisargadatta Maharaj - What is religion?

“What is religion?
A cloud in the sky.
I live in the sky, not in the clouds, which are so many words held together.
Remove the verbiage and what remains?
Recorded religions are mere heaps of verbiage.
Religions show their true face in action, in silent action.
To know what man believes, watch how he acts.
For most of the people service of their bodies and their minds is their religion. 
They may have religious ideas, but they do not act on them.
They play with them, they are often very fond of them, but they will not act on them.
 Christianity is one way of putting words together and Hinduism is another.
The real is, behind and beyond words, incommunicable, directly experienced,
explosive in its effect on the mind.
It is easily had when nothing else is wanted.”


Shabkar Tsokdruk Rangdrol - Awareness

Despite the innumerable names that are tagged on to it,
Know that the real meaning is as follows:
Let your mind spontaneously relax and rest.

When left to itself, ordinary mind is fresh and naked.
If observed, it is a vivid clarity without anything to see,
A direct awareness, sharp and awake.
Possessing no existence, it is empty and pure,
A clear openness of nondual luminosity and emptiness.

It is not permanent, since it does not exist at all.
It is not nothingness, since it is vividly clear and awake.
It is not oneness, since many things are cognized and known.
It is not plurality, since the many things known are inseparable in one taste.
It is not somewhere else; it is your own awareness itself.


Monday, October 16, 2017

Lao Tzu - Can you?

Can you coax your mind from its wandering
and keep to the original oneness?

Can you let your body become
supple as a newborn child’s?

Can you cleanse your inner vision
until you see nothing but the light?

Can you love people and lead them
without imposing your will?

Can you deal with the most vital matters
by letting events take their course?

Can you step back from your own mind
and thus understand all things?

Giving birth and nourishing,
having without possessing,
acting with no expectations,
leading and not trying to control:
this is the supreme virtue.

~ Lao Tzu (Tao Te Ching, #10)


Friday, October 13, 2017

Paul Hedderman - The Stolen Epiphany

 You’re a verb. Just awareness, what’s happening moment by moment.
Then the mind makes a thing of you. A noun.
That's where the problem starts. 
The mind is playing God with the movement of consciousness.
Consciousness becomes a commodity you trade, like stocks. You need a three-day retreat.
Why? To have a story: Now I’m a spiritual person.
But how can a body ever become spiritual? It’s always going to become spiritual as a body.
That defeats the whole purpose.
If you are spirit, why is there any need to become spiritual? You already are!
As a body it seems, “If I become spiritual, it will bring advantage.
So let me try grafting some spirit onto me. 
Listen to talks by the masters and do some study."
When you’re sensing the presence of yourself, that’s the truth’s absence, literally.
When you sense this (slapping the body) as being absent, that’s presence.
It takes absolutely no time, there’s no practice, no debate. It’s obvious. 
It’s the sense of your absence.
Let’s say you have an epiphany. The heavens open up.
Did you make a reservation for it? Did you call up ahead of time? 
Put on the right music for the event?
No. It just burst through, interrupting your linear story of life as a noun,
your sense of being a historical action figure.
The mental process has been stunned into stopping.
There are huge gaps in selfing. Anything can startle it into stopping.
There is that pause, an eternal moment out of time. The whole thing stops and there it is, it opens up. And you get a free sample of the infinite. Whammo!
There came the epiphany. I bet when it ended it coincided with this thought: 
“I just had an epiphany!” Yeah?
The epiphany is an event. Then there is the mind's reaction to it. Claiming it.
The mind says, “I, this long-lasting independent separate entity, 
just had this spiritual experience.” Yes?
It just neutered the whole event by claiming it.
The epiphany was not an experience you had, it was the absence of the selfing!
At that moment there was only awareness.
The moment was set free again, out of its box.
Out on the wing.