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On accepting Emptiness

Tue, 06 Oct 2009 15:29:52 -0700

From the page: "A wise and intelligent person moves from body to mind to soul to final Emptiness. She will gain a deep insight in life, out of everything that life has to offer her. Finally she will sit down and close her eyes. She will no more run away from herself. That person will not look outside of himself anymore for happiness. For life has taught him a few lessons. No job, no fame, no money, no sex, no relationship, not anything in the world can chase away that Emptiness. For it is the only real thing in the world.

Emptiness is energy in the bud. When your life is centered around Emptiness, you will become like an atomic bomb. You will become pulsating energy, thriving to make its way out. You will be so energetic and so creative, you can hardly imagine. And it will not be a destructive energy, but your atomic bomb will be a Love bomb. Emptiness is the energy of final Oneness, that has emanated into creation. It is Its quality of love and creativeness become manifest. That you will be, when you start disidentifying with your more shallow layers. That you are already, if only you were be brave enough to accept it.

No more becoming.
Just being.
And not even that.

I.
Am.
Nothing."

Nisargadatta Maharaj

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 05:04:02 -0700

"There is nothing to practise. To know yourself, be yourself. To be
yourself, stop imagining yourself to be this or that. Just be. Let
your true nature emerge. Don't disturb your mind with seeking"

"All that a guru can tell you is:
'My dear Sir, you are quite mistaken about yourself.
You are not the person you take yourself to be.'"

"There is no such thing as a person.
There are only restrictions and limitations.
The sum total of these defines the person. (...)
The person merely appears to be, like
the space within the pot appears to have the shape and volume
and smell of the pot."

Pomegranate laughter

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 04:23:39 -0700

Pomegranate Laughter

When you go to buy a pomegranate,
pick the one that's laughing,
that has its rind cleft,
so that through its broken-open-ness
you get some information
about the seeds.
Listen for the laughter
that shows the inside,
that cracks the casket-shell
and lets you see the pearl.

There's another kind, an unhappy laughing
like the red anemone's that shows
its inner blackness.
But pomegranate-laughter is blessed,
like the companionship of good people.
Even if you're a common rock,
when you join them,
you'll become a precious stone.
Keep the love of holy laughing in you.
Don't visit sad neighborhoods.
Let laughter lead you to the right people.

~Rumi
(Mathnawi I, Version by Coleman Barks)

She Responded

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 04:07:43 -0700

She Responded

The birds' favorite songs
You do not hear,

For their most flamboyant music takes place
When their wings are stretched
Above the trees

And they are smoking the opium
Of pure freedom.

It is healthy for the prisoner
To have faith

That one day he will again move about
Wherever he wants,
Feel the wondrous grit of life -
Less structured,

Find all wounds, debts stamped canceled,
Paid.

I once asked a bird,
"How is it that you fly in this gravity
Of darkness?"

She responded,
"Love lifts Me."

~Hafiz
(translation Daniel Ladinsky)

Terence McKenna: Psychedelic Awareness

Mon, 14 Sep 2009 03:19:53 -0700

When asked what the secret of his angelic poetry was, Blake said: "Attend the minute particulars." That's all. Focus attention in the moment. Do not betray attention into expectation borne of abstraction, or regret borne of misplaced assumption, or remembrance borne of boredom and alienation in the moment. Attend the minute particulars as a kind of practice.

Luminous Mind: Quotes

Sun, 13 Sep 2009 12:49:43 -0700

If I don't manage to fly,
someone else will.

The spirit wants only that there be flying.

As to who happens to do it,
She has only a passing interest.

~Rainer Maria Rilke

THE GREAT WORK -- Hafiz

Thu, 10 Sep 2009 05:01:20 -0700

The Great Work

Love
Is the great work
Though every heart is first
An apprentice
That slaves beneath
The city of Light.

This wondrous trade,
This magnificent throne
Your soul
Is destined for
You should not have to think
Much about it,

Is it not clear
An apprentice needs a teacher
Who himself
Has charmed the universe
To reveal its wonders
Inside his cup.

Happiness is the great work,
Though every heart must first
Become
A student
To one
Who really knows
About Love.

~Hafiz
(translated by Daniel Ladinsky)

Foreword from &Amusing Ourselves to Death&

Mon, 07 Sep 2009 10:42:20 -0700

What Orwell feared were those who would ban books.
What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one.

Orwell feared those who would deprive us of information.
Huxley feared those who would give us so much that we would be reduced to passivity and egoism.

Orwell feared that the truth would be concealed from us.
Huxley feared the truth would be drowned in a sea of irrelevance.

Orwell feared we would become a captive culture.
Huxley feared we would become a trivial culture, preoccupied with some equivalent of the feelies, the orgy porgy, and the centrifugal bumblepuppy.

As Huxley remarked in Brave New World Revisited, the civil libertarians and rationalists who are ever on the alert to oppose tyranny "failed to take into account man's almost infinite appetite for distractions". In 1984, Huxley added, people are controlled by inflicting pain. In Brave New World, they are controlled by inflicting pleasure.

In short, Orwell feared that what we hate will ruin us.
Huxley feared that what we love will ruin us.

Excerpt from "A New Earth" by Eckhart Tolle | Dee Hahn's Blog

Wed, 02 Sep 2009 14:32:33 -0700

Once there is a certain degree of Presence
of still and alert attention in human beings' perceptions
they can sense the divine life essence
the one indwelling consciousness or spirit in every creature
every life-form
recognize it as one with their own essence
and so love it as themselves

Until this happens, however,
most humans see only the outer forms
unaware of the inner essence
just as they are unaware of their own essence
and identify only with their own physical
and psychological form.

In A Handful of God -- Hafiz

Wed, 02 Sep 2009 14:23:29 -0700

In A Handful of God

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 existence
Is a teeming sea of infinite life.

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

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 mystic
In this luminous, brimming
Playful world.

~Hafiz
(translation by Daniel Ladinsky)