Monday July 16th
> -----------------------thank you, su. sometimes i find myself in a situation which, if i
> Beautiful pomes. Thanks.
simply tell what it is, it turns out to be a 'poem'. And i always
know when i'm in such a situation. like sitting with a stick of
incense next to me and directly across the harbour the chimney which
looked exactly like another stick of incense. if that's not a poem,
what is? the challenge, for me, is to say as little as possible about
the situation, so that the most is said. the first draft of the poem
ended with 'two clouds of smoke'. That seemed unfinished. I looked
more closely at the obviousness of the situation and saw the two
clouds of smoke blowing in the same direction. This prompted the
final line: One wind.
Thanks for the xplanation, Jerry.
It's all good.
Now, what are the ingredients
being held in place,
and who's skin is thin?
Is this a pome or a kone?
What's the sound of
thin skin in a cloud of smoke?
Pass me a scone.
I need to phone home.
> When robbers broke in into Ramanashram, they gave RamanaThanks for this story, Jan. It melted my heart
> a thrashing in order to get to valuable items. He bore patiently
> and when it was over, he cooked them a meal :)
> He didn't say something like "you are violating the rules
> of the ashram, get lost!". His behavior ( like starting a dialogue
> with the burglars and cooking them a meal as "consolation" for
> "no loot") was what melted their hearts :)
towards Ramana, too.
I'm reminded this afternoon of a wonderful post Sandeep
had written on another list some time back....just
before he (too) was tossed from the list for "violating the
rules of the ashram".
It certainly applies to the discussion here of non-violence:
Do, think, act, exactly whatever comes up in you, for you to do,
act, in the moment.
With all the vim and the full of gusto.
If subsequently the thought, the decision, gets actualized into a
all decisions get actualized as you would have noted in your life),
"doing" is exactly what Impersonal Consciousness or Micky Mouse
desired to be
enacted in that moment, through you.
Otherwise it will not happen.
The word inappropriate does not exist in phenomenon.
"You" with no volition, how can you do any wrong?
"You" with no volition, how can you do any right?
For in all the "rights" and all the "wrongs" that have occurred
phenomenality raised it's head, it is only impersonal functioning
through the billions and billions of sentient and non-sentient
after moment after moment.
Which is what is, the "mosiac" of Life.
Now for specific actions to occur, appropriate conditioned body-mind
complexes are manifested.
And how does Impersonal Consciousness function through the object-
Through the occurrence of a non-volitional thought in the
object-body-mind-complex which triggers of a chain of secondary
of which gets externally actualized into "actions, a series of actions
constituting the "precise behaviour" which was, what was to be
Behaviourial scientists and neuro scientist call that non-
acausally occurring thought , a particular "wave-function collapse"
Infinite Field of all possible Wave-functions, in Quantum Mechanics
Now to these "doings, the illusory entity, the illusory self,
meaning and makes the doing either a "sin" or a "profoundity".
Impersonal functioning does not get altered by "your" attached
This is the true apperception of the truth of non-volitionality.
Now there is one more step to be seen as a consequence of this
When the action through "you" is seen to be the action of Impersonal
Consciousness and thus there is no question of guilt for "sinful"
acts and also
no question of pride for "profound" acts, such a body-mind complex
may face the
consequences of such an act which was enacted through it.
That consequence could be either condemnation by the "other" (as is
by some on this List for Sandeep) or it could be praise/tears of
is happening by some, on this List for Sandeep)
Know that, in both the praise and the condemnation, there is also
in the other body-mind complex and that praise/condemnation, is as
functioning of the same Impersonal Consciousness through that other
With this total apperception, now Frank.........
Who will you hate?
Who will you despise?
Who could disturb you?
Who could anger you?
Whom would you envy?
For what will you take pride in?
For what will you be anxious about?
What will you fear, to lose or rush to safe-guard?
nothing to seek,
nothing to be renounced,
nothing to be achieved,
nothing to be negated
AND existing in full bloom in the midst of the market place,
call this state of beingness, whatever name you wish to give.
La deeee Daaaaa Deeeee
Doooobeeeee Dooobeeee Dooooo
killing leaves and small creatures?
that is what it seems
find out why that does happen
see things as they are
...*That* which is utterly nonviolent, has no
word for violence, hence no concept of nonviolence.
The concept of nonviolence implies one's capacity
...how many thrashings would Ramana have taken before getting pissed off?
This got me thinking. My mother used to say to us when we were kids that if we're
home alone and a robber comes in to make him coffee and something to eat. She was
kidding of course, her way of avoiding the possibility of what could happen, but
the truth behind it was that she was partly brought up by professional criminals
in Brooklyn and she always said they were good men who were nothing but kind to
her. 'That's how they made their living,' she said. So she knew the humanity
behind criminals and thugs.
My mother used to tell me all the time, 'Jerry, you could move mountains if you
want to.' I used to get migraine headaches and she taught me how to put myself
into another state mentally, because she suffered them too and had figured out how
to get through them.
She told me that once when I was three or four we were walking together in the
woods (in the Catskills) and suddenly she felt profoundly peaceful and perfect, a
moment of satori. She'd speak of it from time to time.
She also frequently spoke of a little man that appeared on the edge of her bed one
morning when she was a child. It did a dance for her. She called her mother who
came in. At that instant the little man disappeared.
My mother possessed an independent mystic consciousness that was overshadowed by
the materialism of her day. Only those with the greatest hunger-to-know could
pursue the mystic path, because it was tremendously contrary to the culture.
My father, being a perfectly fine product of his day, and who I love very much,
served to steal the development of my mother's mystic streak from her and me.
It's okay. I've cooked him many, many meals.
re-reading this, it sounds as though I'm putting my father in a harsh negative light,
which I don't mean to do. I should say that he served as a symbol of an era and a
generation. I don't really feel my father or the generation 'stole' anything, but one
could take poetic license and look at the difficulty in pursuing mystical lifestyle as
a kind of 'theft' at the hand of the material inclination of a generation. In other
words, please don't hear me as complaining!