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2NDS - Digest #2

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  • Melody
    Jun 4, 1999
      From the NondualitySalon, June 3, 1999

      Jan writes:

      << There is enough literature on the issue of jivan mukta to construct a
      reliable picture of a fully realized one. Swami Sivananda gave a few of
      those pictures. You can't stop thinking - only temporarily suspend thinking,
      unless you're fully realized :)


      I have stopped trying to stop thinking.
      Instead I keep noticing what I am thinking IN.
      I am thinking in limitless silence.
      I am seeing thoughts rise and fall, and the seeing and the seen are
      in limitless silence.
      The thoughts, the seeing, the seen are rising from limitless silence.
      And the previous boundaries of what is thought and what is seen
      are melting away
      in this silent, inner laughing.



      How do you identify yourself?
      If not "form" then person, woman, mother, daughter, smart person, waco?
      If it has qualities in comparison to others, it is form.
      If it has boundaries - this is me, this is not me, it is form.
      If it has birth and death and changes, it is form.



      Skye wrote:

      Sometimes I wonder if I am understanding something quite abstract from
      everyday thought in the simple observation of watching my dog jump onto the
      couch this morning, a hidden analogy, so strange and so exciting, like
      being tickled delightfully, but then thought enters and something
      enchanting slips away.


      My experience of a profound loveact, was that while losing myself, i found
      THAT. Since, a sense of wellbeing and joy spreading my body is
      everpresent. Somehow sexual energy was released from the downflow, from
      being sexual and is now - lifesustaining energy. Which doesn't mean i
      don't enjoy sex anymore, on the contrary, there is a knack of losing
      myself which makes the loveact into the sweetest meditation.

      I've never thought about my longing in terms of romantic or even sexual.
      But i think you are right. It is the longing for union, fullfillment.

      love, tanmayo


      There are limits, and the limits are form, whatever shape. Having come
      to one limit, one knows all limits. What's then left to attract is the

      love, tanmayo


      Jan offered:

      Mind could be called a receiver of thoughts (they are not "created") and it
      is already equipped with an excellent steerable antenna called
      onepointedness. In order to avoid errors in copying and to receive even the
      weakest of signals, you can only lower the receiver's noise-figure :)


      Jerry wrote:

      When I was in the waiter business in Los Angeles I waited on many stars,
      and I found it real cool, but what I didn't like about it is that I
      found myself thinking, 'Gee, I'm waiting on so-and-so,' and then I'd
      forget to bring the Nicoise salad to the regular guy at table number 12.

      I found that when I was trying to do what had to be done, the famous
      people were a distraction and mentally upsetting. Eventually I learned
      to not let it bother me.

      Waitering in a very busy restaurant that catered to a cross section of
      humanity is a very tough training ground for strengthening the mind, if
      you can do it without drinking, smoking, gambling or caffeine. I spent
      about 8 years in that stressful training ground, every second I was
      there I made a conscious effort to attend to consciousness. That was my
      real job there.

      So when I left waitering after some 8 years, it was a cinch to keep
      attending to consciousness once the stress was gone. Nondual perception
      just fell into place. It was easy.

      So my point, Tim, is that I understand the feeling of 'tension' you had,
      and to remind you that we have to hear Thaddeus Golas' words: No
      resistance. They're very hard to hear.


      Also from Jerry:

      The teacher is almost always going to tell you the
      opposite of what you want to hear. It's a method. It's a way of throwing
      you off balance, of pushing you into the void. That's his job.


      Thanks Gill for that beautiful gem of a translation of Rumi's ghazal number
      1419 by Nader Khalili. Will forward................Harsha

      From: "Gillian Eardley" <gilleardley@...>

      the story of my life
      but the ripple of tears
      and the agony of my heart
      wouldn't let me

      i began to stutter
      saying a word here and there
      and all along i felt
      as tender as a crystal
      ready to be shattered

      in this stormy sea
      we call life
      all the big ships
      come apart
      board by board

      how can i survive
      riding a lonely
      little boat
      with no oars
      and no arms

      my boat did finally break
      by the waves
      and i broke free
      as i tied myself
      to a single board

      though the panic is gone
      i am now offended
      why should i be so helpless
      rising with one wave
      and falling with the next

      i don't know
      if i am
      while i exist
      but i know for sure
      when i am
      i am not
      when i am not
      then i am

      now how can i be
      a skeptic
      about the
      resurrection and
      coming to life again

      since in this world
      i have many times
      like my own imagination
      died and
      been born again

      that is why
      after a long agonizing life
      as a hunter
      i finally let go and got
      hunted down and became free

      ~Rumi, ghazal number 1419,
      translated April 17, 1991,
      by Nader Khalili


      Marcia fowarded this quote from
      another list:

      "All men's miseries derive from not being able to sit quietly in a room

      Blaise Pascal


      << Didn't appear 'on the scene' as a 'blank' either. >>

      Yes. I think we often assume the purity of consciousness as Self is solely
      the blankness of absolute, Brahman. In these days of increasing awakening we
      discover that even as forms with qualities the quality-less reality of
      ourselves has been here as us all along.


      Judi offers a Hafiz poem:

      << ************

      Come to my house late at night -
      Do not be shy.
      Hafiz will be barefoot and dancing

      I will be
      In such a grand and generous mood!

      Come to my door at any hour,
      Even if your eyes
      Are frightened by my light.
      My heart and arms are open
      And need no rest -
      They will always welcome you.

      Come in my dear,
      From the harsh world
      That has rained elements of stone
      Upon your tender face.

      Every soul
      Should receive a toast from us
      For bravery!

      Bring all the bottles of wine you own
      To this divine table - the earth
      We share.

      If your cellar is empty,
      This whole Universe
      Could drink forever
      From mine!

      Let's dine tonite with exquisite music.
      I might even hire angels
      To play - just for you.

      Hidden beneath your feet
      Is a Luminous Stage
      Where we are meant to rehearse
      Our Eternal Dance!

      And what price is the price of my Divine Instruction?
      What could I ask of you?

      All I could ever want
      Is that
      You have the priceless company
      of Someone
      Who can Kiss God,

      That you have the priceless gift
      Of becoming a servant to the Friend!

      Come to my window, dear world -
      Why ever be shy?

      Look inside my playful Verse,
      For Hafiz is Barefoot and Dancing
      And in such a Grand and Generous -
      In such a Fantastic Mood.


      Comments on the Hafiz poem....


      It made me cry.

      Xanma@... wrote:

      > From: Xanma@...
      > Judi, this Hafiz poem wiped me out. Thanks. Xan

      And from Harsha.....

      >Come to my house late at night -
      >Do not be shy.
      * Hafiz will be barefoot and dancing

      Hey guys. Hafiz just called. Forget the invitation
      to his house tonight. He is soaking his feet in hot
      water. Tired from the all the wild dancing.
      Stepped on his cat accidentally. Kinda cranky and not
      in a generous mood (the cat and Hafiz both).



      Most of you could express this far better, I just
      want to say that there is a group consciousness, a
      presence here which is more than the sum of its parts.. There are way, way
      too many posts to actually reply to
      a fraction of those I would like to..
      but while reading them, there is always a response in my heart. I'd be more
      likely to say that this list is only 10% what is written here, and the
      other 90% is happening in silence.



      > From: Xanma@...
      > The "Kinship" book tells the story of a dog who lead his
      > dog-sitter on walks
      > to give him certain views and consequent experiences. Also of telepathic
      > communication with ants. Of an intimate connection with an
      > ordinary fly who
      > somehow managed to live much longer than the few usual days.
      > Great stories!

      That sounds like a profound teaching in nondualism. Communicating with
      animals symbolizes communicating with the "sleeping part" of oneself and
      because there is only Self, no message is irrelevant and it is an active way
      of waking up. So instead of joking about Self having an endless monologue,
      one could say every message is two-way communication until one finally can
      draw the big circle on the Venn-diagram that encloses all beings and only
      then, silence is absolute communication :)

      > I guess you've heard of Findhorn and the telepathic and energic
      > communication
      > that went on with vegetables in the garden - growing better than usual in
      > poor soil conditions - as well as with moles and other garden
      > pests. Once
      > the idea of separation is confronted and abandoned, limits to
      > communication
      > fall away.
      > Xan

      Never heard of that one - the moles always told me they were constructing a
      golf-course and the cauliflower stood in the way :)



      I remember a day recently when my son was telling me a long involved
      something and my attention was drifting.
      I decided that instead of trying to listen when I didn't want to I would
      just be present to him. For a few
      seconds that just felt better. Then suddenly the universe opened up for me
      and I saw my thoughts as little wriggling movements in a very small space
      within it. I think I'll do that just being present to a person more often.



      Even the attributeless can be given attributes by the human mind (when that
      happens, the mind is worshipping or envisioning "personal God," in a sense,
      so giving imaginary attributes to the attribute-less is not so silly as one
      might first suspect. In fact, it can ultimately be an aid to realizing
      that which has no attributes.



      I'm thinking now of the sort of loneliness of being surrounded by a
      population who knows nothing of awakening or communion in stillness. I know
      my task is to continue absorbing my awareness in silence until I am constant
      in seeing only mySelf no matter where I look. A work in progress.