Monday, February 27, 2017

Matt Licata - A humble lover of the mystery




 The surging of hope and hopelessness, joy and flatness, anxiety and rest.
The shakiness and uncertainty in your belly.
The tightness in your throat.
The raw breaking inside your heart.

The sense that a miracle is here, just beyond the veil, but how to reach it?
How to fully show up and participate here, and be fully alive?
What is truly being asked of you?

All the techniques, the teachings, the things to manifest, the new beliefs to take on,
 the worn-out ideas about who you are and why you’ve come here, about where the true source of meaning and peace will come.
The questions that once had answers… only a tenderness remains, 
with no sign of resolution.
Only a burning where the questions once existed.

An old vision seems to be dissolving, but what will it be replaced with?
There is no life without the willingness to fully participate in the shattering and the death of an ancient dream.
 No life without embodiment to the vulnerability as it surges 
in its eternal forms within you.
Perhaps it was never resolution you were after, but pure surging life.

As we open our hearts on this new day, in awe at the gift that has been given…
as we gaze up into the lunar holding, into the mountains, the muddy earth, 
into the eyes of those around us…
today was never going to be the day when we figured it out, 
got all our questions answered,
or resolved the unprecedented activity of love.
 It is just too creative for all that. What you are is too wild for that.

Today may not be the day for answers, but to let your heart break open 
to the vastness of the question.
To fall to the ground as a humble lover of the mystery.


The heartbreak found here is not a mistake or error that needs to be corrected.
It does not need to be shifted into something else, for it is pure and complete on its own.
It is not a project that needs to be solved, but a portal to step through at the threshold of the sacred world.

This longing, this burning, this uncertainty… these are your only scriptures now.



Tuesday, February 21, 2017

David Spero - This place of silence



There is something that stands shining
at the end of your life.

Against all odds you will come to it.
When was the last time you felt loved,
I mean absolutely, without the slightest
shadow of another? Wherever two are,
there there will be fear.

The end of the mind is a serious thing,
not very shapely or becoming,
not at all what you'd expect.

There's a primal shining that just
watches your life,
like an enormous bird that cannot say a thing.

Imagine,
all your hopes and fears,
things extending out beyond all imagination
coming out in full relief to this passive mind.

Imagine,
everything
that comes and goes,
heat and cold,
dark and light,
extending the very edges of its contours
to this place of silence.



Belle Heywood - Broken open heart



 And softly, after a long silence
that went on and on for days,
the Beloved said:

I would secret you,
I would hide you away in the forest
but the world needs you
the world needs to see your broken open heart
and spending your life
hidden in the forest
would be to hide from the world a great gift.

the world needs to see you
even if they don't know they see you
the world needs to be around your broken open heart
and the lack of veils on your eyes

I said to Beloved:
i feel like Mira:
Unable to live on the earth,
Mira ventured out alone in the sky ....

But I turned to the people and said:
i admire all of you who can walk the streets of this world
with your head held up.

all who can take in all the detritis of delusion
with a cheerful smile or even the joy of participation.

is it your wisdom or your ignorance that keeps you in the word, my dear?
for each one of you it will be a different answer and a different story.

I am not of this world,
and each step in it is a painful step through a dream i can't awaken from.

I have retreated from this world since i first went to 'school'.
So shocked by the cruelty and attachment and politics in human hearts,
i sought refuge in the sky and the trees and the Dharma.

My Guru knows only All Pervasive Joy
and invites us all to realization of
No Problem,

when will i wake from this nightmarish experience of all the suffering
in the world and meet my Guru where He is?

Am i being cooked for this union
or am i nowhere near His Pot and wandering far from home?

Maybe I'm going to find the One who is Sad,
I know She or He is sitting somewhere on a Hill -
weeping constantly
howling about this filthy world

I'm going to sit at Her Feet
and let her tears fall on my head.

I'm going to whisper,
yes i know..
and I'm going to thank Her for not
being a Happy Buddha,

I'm going to ask Her what I need to do.
She is widely proclaimed as being Enlightened too-
just as enlightened as those Blissful Ones.

And the Beloved said:
Exactly so, exactly so
and this is why I will not let you hide for your whole life
in the forest or the sky
the world needs your broken-open heart....



 

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Eric Baret - The function of seeking




Excerpt from Éric Baret — Science and Non Duality 2014 Interview

What is the function of seeking?

 Seeking is an expression of truth, it’s not a way. Abhinavagupta, in the Tantraloka, is very clear: all the yoga practices are an expression of truth. Yoga does not bring [us] to truth but truth expresses itself through yoga. So the way is an expression, sadhana is an expression. It is because you fore-feel, you fore-felt silent, silence that your life becomes sadhana. But to do sadhana to reach silence is the wrong way of thinking. The very fact that you look for something is a proof you already feel it, you already have it. The very fact you asked the question proves you know the answer — the answer is before the question. You only ask a question because you fore-feel the answer or else you cannot ask a question. So for a sadhana, when you look for God, this looking comes from God directly. It’s just an expression. But the looking does not bring you to what you look for. What you look for is behind you — the way you express yourself is the theme of the seeking, maybe at the beginning, but will end up being a celebration of what cannot be thought, what cannot be found. You are what needs to be found – you are not the finder of anything – the truth is in back of us, not in front of us. That’s why it can never be reached, it can never be understood, it can never be felt, it can never be sensed — because we are what needs to be sensed, felt and seen. We are not the seeker, we are what is sought. So, sadhana and seeking and expression provokes a direct transposition of the fore-feeling of truth, in the realm of spiritual dynamism.

Read the full  SAND 14 interview transcript
 HERE


 


Monday, February 13, 2017

Khalil Gibran - The madman


HOW I BECAME A MADMAN

You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus:
One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep
and found all my masks were stolen
-- the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives
-- I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, “
Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.” 
Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me. 
And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried,
“He is a madman.” I looked up to behold him;
the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time.
For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face
and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more.
And as if in a trance I cried, “Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.” 
Thus I became a madman. 
And I have found both freedom and safety in my madness;
the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood,
for those who understand us enslave something in us. 
But let me not be too proud of my safety.
Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief. 

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Rumi - Silence


A man once asked Rumi: “Why is it you talk
so much about silence?”

 and he replied: 

“The radiant one
inside me has never said a word."




Thursday, February 9, 2017

Mystic Meandering - The Inner Cosmos...



 Give no respect to the voice of Fear that
divides you and conflicts you;
whether from within or without...

Walk as if the Divine were in your shoes,
walking you -
The Inner Cosmic Divine;
undivided by earthly "tribes"
of culture and religion,
earthly boundaries,
or the divided mentations of
mediocre minds;
yours and others.

Fall into the Inner Rhythm of
the Universal Eternal Being,
the ubiquitous Divine Presence
inherently everywhere at all times,
fluidly in and through all life.

Do not listen to the 10,000 teachings
in your head that you have
accumulated over the years,
all trying to tell you what is true,
which way to go,
and how to be.

Just sit, be still, breathe, and listen...

for the Inner Cosmic Rhythm,
until you feel the
Inner Cosmos
move
you

Fall into the Deep Internal Silence of the
Inner Cosmos,
beyond artificial boundaries and lines,
beyond the bluster of buffoons and bullies
with mouthfuls of meaningless words...

Just Breathe...

Wait...

for the movement of the
Inner Cosmos to lead you...

Then you will know what is true,
which way to go,
and
how to Be...


Mystic Meandering
Feb. 6, 2017


Jiddu Krishnamurti - The book of life