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My son has taken up meditation - at least it's better than
sitting doing nothing.
-- Max KauffmannIn the beginning there was nothing. God said, 'Let there be light!'
And there was light. There was still nothing, but you could see
it a whole lot better.
-- Ellen DeGeneresHumor takes you from a state of constricted consciousness into a more expanded state of mind.
-- the Baal Shem Tov, in The Light and Fire of the Baal Shem Tov
16th February, 1937
A visitor remarks that it is cruel of Gods leela to make
the knowledge of the Self so hard.
Bhagavan. (laughing) -
Knowing the Self is being the Self, and being
means existence ones own existence, which no one
denies, any more than one denies ones eyes, although
one cannot see them. The trouble lies with your desire
to objectify the Self, in the same way as you objectify
your eyes when you place a mirror before them. You have
been so accustomed to objectivity that you lost the
knowledge of yourself, simply because the Self cannot
be objectified. Who is to know the self? Can the
insentient body know it? All the time you speak and
think of your I, I, I, yet when questioned you deny
knowledge of it. You are the Self, yet you ask how to
know the Self. Where then is Gods leela and where its
cruelty? It is because of this denial of the Self by people
that the Shastras speak of maya, leela, etc.
Guru Ramana - Memories & Notes, S.S. CohenPosted to The Power Of Silence
Life does not accommodate you; it shatters you. Every seed destroys its
container, or else there would be no fruition.
-- Florida Scott-Maxwell
posted by Myra to nondualnow
Basic truth is
When you go to the core
of the Principle
we all are One.
is just your
- Swami Amar Jyotiposted to Along the Way
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
-- Martin Luther King, Jr.
How to Make Our Lives An Embodiment of Wisdom and Compassion
How to make our lives an embodiment of wisdom and compassion is the greatest challenge spiritual seekers face. The truths we have come to understand need to find their visible expression in our lives. Our every thought, word, or action holds the possibility of being a living expression of clarity and love. It is not enough to be a possessor of wisdom. To believe ourselves to be custodians of truth is to become its opposite, is a direct path to becoming stale, self-righteous, or rigid. Ideas and memories do not hold liberating or healing power. There is no such state as enlightened retirement, where we can live on the bounty of past attainments. Wisdom is alive only as long as it is lived, understanding is liberating only as long as it is applied. A bulging portfolio of spiritual experiences matters little if it does not have the power to sustain us through the inevitable moments of grief, loss, and change. Knowledge and achievements matter little if we do not yet know how to touch the heart of another and be touched.--Christina Feldman and Jack Kornfield, Stories of the Spirit, Stories of the Heart
To see God everywhere you have to have special eyes, otherwise you cannot bear the shock.
-Neem Karoli Baba
from "The Wisdom of the Hindu Gurus," edited by Timothy Freke
Here's your Daily Poem from the Poetry Chaikhana --
By Li-Young Lee
(1957 - )
The birds don't alter space.
They reveal it. The sky
never fills with any
leftover flying. They leave
nothing to trace. It is our own
in chill air. Be glad.
They equal their due
moment never begging,
and enter ours
without parting day. See
how three birds in a winter tree
make the tree barer.
Two fly away, and new rooms
open in December.
Give up what you guessed
about a whirring heart, the little
beaks and claws, their constant hunger.
We're the nervous ones.
If even one of our violent number
could be gentle
long enough that one of them
found it safe inside
our finally untroubled and untroubling gaze,
who wouldn't hear
what singing completes us?