- #1696 - Monday, February 2, 2004 - Editor: Jerry Highlights archive: http://nonduality.com/hlhome.htm This issue feature mostly posts to the Nonduality SalonMessage 1 of 1 , Feb 4, 2004View Source#1696 - Monday, February 2, 2004 - Editor: JerryHighlights archive: http://nonduality.com/hlhome.htmThis issue feature mostly posts to the Nonduality Salon list. Be sure to listen to Ben Hassine's offering, with Durga's story and description. It was quite amazing to listen to.--JerrySamNDSI have been posting a monthly calendar with photos I have made and Rumi quotes on the RebelliousSpirit site for more than a year..check it out .. thanks, SadanandaSam,Sadananda is my sannyas name given me by Osho..
Daily Dharma"Every time you take one mindful step, you have a chance to go from the land
of sorrow to the land of joy. The Pure Land is available right here and
now. The Kingdom of God is a seed in us. If we know how to plant that seed
in moist soil, it will become a tree, and birds will come and take refuge.
Please practice crossing over to the other shore whenever you feel the need.
The Buddha said, "Don't just hope for the other shore to come to you. If
you want to cross over to the other shore, the shore of safety, well-being,
non-fear, and non-anger, you have to swim or row across. You have to make
an effort." This effort is the practice of the Six Paramitas."
~Thich Nhat Hanh
Pete SeesawNDSDoing nothing is my thing.Doing nothing, is being no thing-Being as snow falling on water,Like a river entering the sea.Like the moment before falling asleep-A surrendering to fading, a blissful not caring,A slipping away.
HarshaNDSAll beauty - All loveOne can only see the masks of others through one's own
mask. That is the wonder of it.
When one transcends one's own mask, others masks
disappear as well. That is the essence of all love and
beauty and truth.
Love to all
Ben HassineAwakened AwarenessThis will blow you away:
If you would like to know the story of that song, Mere Guru Dev,
here it is.
One time Maharaji, Neem Karoli Baba, was sitting giving darshan to
some of his devotees. An Indian woman devotee came to him, and sang
that song, which she had written to Maharaji. Maharaji said to one
of the western women devotees, "Quick, quick, write this down, learn
this bhajan." So she did. That woman is my friend. When we were in
India together, we would sit in Maharaji's room in Brindaban (this
was in 1974 after he had left his body). My friend would sing that
song, accompanied by her ectara (a one-stringed instrument),
sometimes she would cry, and she wouldn't be able to continue. I
didn't know that anyone had recorded that song. I thought it was a
secret song. Interesting that it was Krishna Das. I have only ever
heard three people sing that song. Two were my girlfriends, and one
was the woman who wrote it.
Here is the translation in case you don't have it.
Chorus: Mere gurudev charanon par. Sumana shraddha ye arpita hai
To the feet of my guru I offer these flowers of faith
1. Tere hi den ye johai tere charanon pe arpita hai
Whatever I have is yours. I offer that at your feet.
2. Na prithi hai, pratiti hai, nahin pujan ki shakti hai
I have no love for you, nor any desire for you; nor any strength
to worship you.
3. Mera yeh tan, mera yeh man, mera jivan, samarapita hai
My body, my mind and my life I offer to you.
4 Teri ikchaen hon meri. Mere sub karma hon tere.
May your desires be mine, and all my karmas be yours.
5. Banale yantra ab mujko. Mera kan kan samarapita hai.
Make me your instrument now. All the atoms of my body are
offered to you.
6. Tumhi ho bhava main mere. Vicharon main, pukaron main
Only you are in my feelings, in my thoughts, and in my yearning.
7. Tere charanon pay hai guruvar. mera servsva arpita hai.
At your feet, oh gurudev, my everything is offered.
Go Deeper than Love, by D.H. Lawrence
from Know Deeply, Know Thyself More Deeply
Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths,
love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock
molten, yet dense and permanent.
Go down to your deep old heart, and lose sight of yourself.
And lose sight of me, the me whom you turbulently loved.
Let us lose sight of ourselves, and break the mirrors.
For the fierce curve of our lives is moving again to the depths
out of sight, in the deep living heart.
Something I'm working on in Flash:
From the January 99 issue of The Ramana Way Journal:
....Yet, there is surely one rule which Bhagavan has laid down for
us. This is the rule of vigilance. To be vigilant, continuously,
every waking moment, to the rising of identity. To nip each
identification in the bud even as it rises, by questioning For whom
is this? For whom this distraction? For whom this anger? For whom the
anxiety? Who is judging? Who is deciding? Who is achieving? Who has
failed? Who? Who? I comes the answer at every instance. And the next
question must automatically follow since we are on the path of self-
enquiry. I? Who am I? Attention returns to the I and its source,
vigilance remains. This is imperative. It is also the only regimen
that need be followed. All else can take its own course as it is
bound to. This is fine, some argue, but could you not put down a
little more clearly how this translates into action? It may seem
simple to say we should remain vigilant, yet it would be helpful if
you could give us some examples based on our daily routine.
......Vigilance, vigilance through the day, through work and play,
through storm and quiet. To remember, recall time and again the
intense doubt, Who am I?, whenever possible, wherever necessary.
Then, night comes and one is not exhausted. For, one has kept the
company of enquiry through the day. Nor is one working till the
moment of dropping to sleep, for one does not seek such a hectic pace
of activity. So, with the mind still clear, one goes to bed so that
one may watch, remain alert as the I- thought drops back into the
source. So that one may track it down and again wake up with the same
awareness, alertness, every moment in readiness. What then are the
rules of this game? To renounce family? No. To renounce work? No. To
give up bad habits? No. To give up good habits? No. To renounce the
one who seeks to renounce? Yes! To give up the original habit, the
habit of identification? Yes! How? Through vigilance, eternal
vigilance, the absolute intensity of alert, unbroken self-enquiry.
That's right, it is the price of truth.Panhala listGroundhog DayCelebrate this unlikely oracle,
this ball of fat and fur,
whom we so mysteriously endow
with the power to predict spring.
Let's hear it for the improbable heroes who,
frightened at their own shadows,
nonetheless unwittingly work miracles.
Why shouldn't we believe
this peculiar rodent holds power
over sun and seasons in his stubby paw?
Who says that God is all grandeur and glory?Unnoticed in the earth, worms
are busily, brainlessly, tilling the soil.
Field mice, all unthinking, have scattered
seeds that will take root and grow.
Grape hyacinths, against all reason,
have been holding up green shoots beneath the snow.
How do you think spring arrives?
There is nothing quieter, nothing
more secret, miraculous, mundane.
Do you want to play your part
in bringing it to birth? Nothing simpler.
Find a spot not too far from the ground
and wait.~ Lynn Ungar ~