#2629 - Monday, October 30, 2006 - Editor: Gloria Lee
- #2629 - Monday, October 30, 2006 - Editor: Gloria Lee
The Nondual Highlights"Love itself is the actual form of God."
In "Letters from Sri Ramanasramam" by Suri Nagammafrom Avadhuata Gita:
The Self certainly does not become pure through the practice of
It certainly is not purified by the destruction of the mind.
It certainly is not made pure by the instructions of the teacher.
It is Itself the Truth.
It is Itself the illumined One
Love to all
Harsha, posted to HarshaSatsangh
This was posted to the HS list in January 1999. We don't know if the
poster Mic (Mohan) is still around but he did share some wonderful
moments and stories. Here is his first post to the list. It filled my
heart with warmth.Love to all Harsha
________________Hello all,A brief intro. My name is mic, tho most of my friends here call me
mohan. Advaita has found its way as my heart from the summer of 91,
when while wandering India, by chance I encountered Sri Poonjaji, a
disciple of Bhagavan Ramana Mahrishi.I stayed with him and the small gathering there for two months, a
time of great joy, intensity, revelation and incomprehensible silence. I
mostly recall the great stillness. The presence of this man.In this dirty town of swirling dust storms and buildings swimming in
the heat before me. At night candles cast a golden hue upon the
markets, dancing in the buzz of bicycle song and branches of lush red
lychees being sold on the dusty streets. The silence. The torrential
flow of humanity, pulsing through the hot polluted streets, watermelon
stalls, the astonishing passion of seekers at his house, like the
sweetness of sugarcane juice. And the end of seeking itself in the
embrace of the always so.Like many there I had walked other roads in my search. I had come to
India on a Buddhist yatra, with plans to finish the journey in a Thai
monastery. Yet relaxing into this resplendent heart of being, the
seeking and the struggle fell, the seeker and the story melt away as
monsoon rains drench me in joy.And I finally see the True heart of advaita, as my own.Leaving India, with the blessing of the mountain, I felt almost drunk
on the ringing clarity of these words from the Tripura Rahasya; "
Know yourself as Pure Consciousness, the unaffected witness of the
phenomenal world."Integrating this with a world that demands commitment and
authenticity, I meet with surrender and an open heart. Some days I
struggle, some days I sing. The devotion I feel to shakti I know is but
a reflection within consciousness of this love. The silence. And it is in
this love I am earthed in freedom, and can play out my role in the
theater of this world in peace.warm regards, mohanEnlightenment is not about words and thoughts and concepts which can
be doubted. Enlightenment is always Here.By "Here" I don't mean this present space. Here is somewhere within
where mind cannot reach. Presence is always Here and you are always
That. This Here is not the opposite of "there." This Here is nowhere,
it is your Heart. When mind is still all comes back to the Heart. All the
cosmos is but a speck in your Heart.Turn mind over into This Here and it is lost. Then only Light, Wisdom
and Love remain and This you are not different or apart from.--Papaji (Sri Poonjaji)posted to Along the WayAlan Larus photos http://www.ferryfee.com/bluesky/shores/39.htmsee link for moreMonk: "Where can I enter Zen?"
Gensha: "Can you hear the babbling brook?"
Monk: "Yes, I can hear it."
Gensha: "Then enter there."posted to AllspiritYou might think that if you let go of your ego world, you become
passive and defenseless like some kind of crash dummy and people will
take advantage of you. Or that you might wander around aimlessly in
the street without an agenda. If this were the case, as one
contemporary Buddhist master pointed out, it would be necessary to
have enlightenment wards in hospitals to take care of bruised or
socially inoperative buddhas. But this is not the case. Rather than
being inmate types, people who have become enlightened to any
degree are builders of hospitals for other people. Their intelligence
and compassion are relatively unobstructed, and they tend to become
quite active and effective citizens.--Samuel Bercholz, in Entering the Stream
Alan Larus photos http://www.ferryfee.com/bluesky/shores/36.htmsee link for more
This is from: 'A Handful of Zen' by Camden Benares
A Taoist teacher asked her student to accompany her on a hike. The
teacher, with her student at her side, walked to the foot of a small
mountain and started up the path that led to the top. About halfway
up, she stopped and asked her student, "Which way is up?" He pointed
up. She asked, "which way is down?" He pointed down. She said, "The
same path takes you up and down. That is the unity of opposites. If you
again tell me that you don't understand the unity of opposites, I will
tell you to take a hike."
posted to Allspirit
Here's your Daily Poem from the Poetry Chaikhana --
The Heat of Midnight Tears
(1498 - 1565?)
English version by Robert Bly
Listen, my friend, this road is the heart opening,
Kissing his feet, resistance broken, tears all night.
If we could reach the Lord through immersion in water,
I would have asked to be born a fish in this life.
If we could reach Him through nothing but berries and wild nuts,
Then surely the saints would have been monkeys when they came from the womb!
If we could reach him by munching lettuce and dry leaves,
Then the goats would surely go to the Holy One before us!
If the worship of stone statues could bring us all the way,
I would have adored a granite mountain years ago.
Mirabai says: The heat of midnight tears will bring you to God.
-- from The Winged Energy of Delight, Translated by Robert Bly