#2199 - Monday, July 11, 2005 - Editor: Gloria Lee
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Follow the CalmnessDevelop the mind of equilibrium. You will always be getting praise and blame, but do not let either affect the poise of the mind: follow the calmness, the absence of pride.
From "365 Buddha: Daily Meditations," edited by Jeff SchmidtAnother shortcoming of desire is that it leads to so much that is undesirable.
-Lama Zopa Rinpoche, "The Door to Satisfaction"
Copyright Wisdom Publications 2001. Reprinted from "Daily Wisdom: 365 Buddhist Inspirations,"edited by Josh Bartok
There is silence between two noises. There is silence between two thoughts. There is silence after noise. There is silence when thought says, "I must be silent," and creates an artificial silence thinking it is the real silence. There is silence when you sit quietly and force your mind to be silent. All those are artificial silences; they are not real, deep, uncultivated, unpremeditated silence. Silence can only come psychologically when there is no registration whatsoever, the brain itself is utterly without movement. In that great depth of silence that is not induced, not cultivated, not practiced, there may come that sense of something immeasurable, nameless.
This Light in Oneself - True Meditationposted by Gloria Lee to MillionPaths
Keeping QuietNow we will count to twelveand we will all keep still.This one time upon the earth,let's not speak any language,let's stop for one second,and not move our arms so much.It would be a delicious moment,without hurry, without locomotives,all of us would be togetherin a sudden uneasiness.The fishermen in the cold seawould do no harm to the whalesand the peasant gathering saltwould look at his torn hands.Those who prepare green wars,wars of gas, wars of fire,victories without survivors,would put on clean clothingand would walk alongside their brothersin the shade, without doing a thing.What I want shouldn't be confusedwith final inactivity:life alone is what matters,I want nothing to do with death.If we weren't unanimousabout keeping our lives so much in motion,if we could do nothing for once,perhaps a great silence wouldinterrupt this sadness,this never understanding ourselvesand threatening ourselves with death,perhaps the earth is teaching uswhen everything seems to be deadand then everything is alive.Now I will count to twelveand you keep quiet and I'll go.Pablo Neruda
from Full Woman, Fleshly Apple, Hot MoonTranslated by Stephen MitchellRamana Maharshi's gift to the world was not that he realized the Self. Many people have had a deep realization of the Self. Ramana's real gift was that he embodied that realization so thoroughly. It is one thing to realize the Self; it is something else altogether to embody that realization to the extent that there is no gap between inner revelation and its outer expression. Many have glimpsed the realization of Oneness; few consistently express that realization through their humanness. It is one thing to touch a flame and know it is hot, but quite another to jump into that flame and be consumed by it.~Aposted by Sampava to ConsciousOnenessToo Many NamesMondays are meshed with Tuesdaysand the week with the whole year.Time cannot be cutwith your weary scissors,and all the names of the dayare washed out by the waters of night.No one can claim the name of Pedro,nobody is Rosa or Maria,all of us are dust or sand,all of us are rain under rain.They have spoken to me of Venezuelas,of Chiles and of Paraguays;I have no idea what they are saying.I know only the skin of the earthand I know it is without a name.When I lived amongst the rootsthey pleased me more than flowers did,and when I spoke to a stoneit rang like a bell.It is so long, the springwhich goes on all winter.Time lost its shoes.A year is four centuries.When I sleep every night,what am I called or not called?And when I wake, who am Iif I was not while I slept?This means to say that scarcelyhave we landed into lifethan we come as if new-born;let us not fill our mouthswith so many faltering names,with so many sad formallities,with so many pompous letters,with so much of yours and mine,with so much of signing of papers.I have a mind to confuse things,unite them, bring them to birth,mix them up, undress them,until the light of the worldhas the oneness of the ocean,a generous, vast wholeness,a crepitant fragrance.~Pablo Neruda
In dark night live those for whom
The world without alone is real;
In night darker still,
For whom the world within alone is real.
The first leads to a life of action,
The second to a life of meditation.
But those who combine action with meditation
Cross the sea of death through action
And enter into immortality
Through the practice of meditation.
So have we heard from the wise.-Isha Upanishad
From The Upanishads, translated by Eknath Easwaran, copyright 1987
posted by Michael Bindel to MillionPathsBuddha in GloryCenter of all centers, core of cores,
almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet--
all this universe, to the furthest stars
all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit.
Now you feel how nothing clings to you;
your vast shell reaches into endless space,
and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow.
Illuminated in your infinite peace,
a billion stars go spinning through the night,
blazing high above your head.
But in you is the presence that
will be, when all the stars are dead.
Rainer Maria Rilke