> > 4. From egoism alone proceed the created minds.dear Bobby, have a great show!
> > The theory of Karma is that we suffer for our good or bad deeds,
> > the whole scope of philosophy is to reach the glory of man. All the
> > scriptures sing the glory of man, of the soul, and then, in the
> > breath, they preach Karma. A good deed brings such a result, and a
> > bad deed such another, but if the soul can be acted upon by a good
> > a bad deed, the soul amounts to nothing. Bad deeds put a bar to the
> > manifestation of the nature of the Purusha; good deeds take the
> > obstacles off, and the glory of the Purusha becomes manifest. The
> > Purusha itself is never changed. Whatever you do never destroys
> > own glory, your own nature, because the soul cannot be acted upon
> > anything, only a veil is spread before it, hiding its perfection.
> > bobby, i was surfing around and came across swami vivekanandas
> > commentary on patanjilies yoga sutra,,i know you like patangili..,i
> > never heard this interpretation of karma,,have you..?bobby are you
> > harshas satsang?
> Hi Devi:
> Yes I have read Vivekananda's commentary on Yoga Sutra. He is one
> that went into the cave for years and emerged able to say something
> worthwhile about how to practice.
> I love Harsha Satsang but have been busy lately. I am to leave to go
> to London tomorrow for three weeks on a painting junket.
> The ideas about karma you pasted here are familiar also. I think bad
> deeds make us unwilling to be truthful about the self image and that
> makes it harder to hold the "I" before the mind steadily. By trying
> to act in ways that make us willing to practice self scrutiny we come
> to the traditional virtues in society. The idea that societal mores
> vary does not interfere with this theory, I don't believe. At any
> rate, Patanjali lists the character traits that will help remove the
> coverings to the purusha and that is most likely what V. was
> referring to. P. also says that meditative absorption (dhyana) will
> destroy the causes of the tendencies (II.11) which cause the bad
> Patanjali was a 'hoss'.
> Bobby G.
do you sell your 'philosophy' besides
your paintings also?
oh! the head hunting "costumers"
is Europe a different buying public?
I want to ask you that the idea of
embrace and accept all: the negative
included comes to mind with this passage
I always had difficulty with idea of
"karma", since I saw kids governed by
hormones and ignorance acting out real
bad.. but I did NOT!!! accept, thart
they called the wrath of karma upon
that is ludicrous!! I can not accept
imo god does not give a hut about the
different cultural rules of "good" and
"bad".. only corrects the INTENTIONS
of a heart
- --- In firstname.lastname@example.org, "Nina" <murrkis@y...> wrote:
> > > When the inspiration fails, it is no worse thanNina, you just made my day
> > > a sandcastle being washed away by the beach tide.
> > > Tomorrow, I build another sandcastle.
> > >
> > > The thing is, I do know that at any time, I could
> > > let go of the sandcastle building... but why?
> > > Maybe you know why and would share the why...
> > SG: one perhaps builds sandcastles until there is no longer
> > an attachment to building and creating a structured form ......
> > Inspirations may be wrapped up in sandcastles .....
> > perhaps at that point one simply creates them out of the joy of
> > the moment..... not expecting them to last but simply for the
> > beauty and joy of spontaneous art and motion which flows from
> > the Bliss of Being here now in this place in this moment .......
> > it needs not carry behind it some representation or hidden
> > meaning it simply is as it is Beautiful and sacred within it's own
> > right.......
> > then as in all things (this creation of the moment) simply falls
> > away so that another image may take its place
> > First one goes beyond the transient unfolding play before it is
> > fully understood and appreciated for what it is ....... then one
> > steps back into the lila and play simply Enjoying that lila as an
> > expression of Infinite Love in motion........
> > Formless or Form it is the same Essense
> > minus the distinguishing factors .....
> > SG: hahahahaha perhaps so .... everything proceeds from
> > Source and returns to Source in some manner......
> > Infinite Love
> 1. There are pictures of this sandcastle building: faded square
> photographs with radiused corners, the blues and greens and sand
> colors of photographs from that time, the reds always slightly
> pungent, as if the pigment were wired and erratic, unsure of its
> place in the film. There we are, squatting in the sand: my blond-
> haired mother, sitting aside, arm around the barrel-chest of the
> small grey dog; my father and a very small I sitting together,
> scraping sand into forms. What the photograph barely hints at is the
> joy of building that sandcastle, part enjoyment of the sand and
> water, part thrill and satisfaction of building it with my father.
> What the photograph doesn't contain is what came later. After
> building it, I felt so much happiness and pride; we played in the
> water, and I kept looking back to see that sandcastle sitting before
> the waves. Then the two boys came, stepping into the sandcastle,
> crushing it. I cried salt tears to the sea, inconsolable, and unable
> to explain or even understand that the greatest loss was not the
> sandcastle, but what the sandcastle represented.
> 2. We like to go early to the beach, before the beach patrol comes on
> line, and let our dogs run off leash. One morning, on the way back,
> we are walking close to the dunes, past a sandcastle left above the
> tide line. One of the dogs stalks the sandcastle, circling it,
> sniffing it carefully, as if the castle might move. She notes the
> hollow center of the castle, and daintily scratches it with one paw,
> once, twice. Moving within the hollow, she begins to dig, throwing
> large arcs of sand beneath and behind her, very efficiently deepening
> the hollow. Sufficiently inspired, she leaps from the castle, and
> runs circles on the beach. She is amazing, lean muscle and arching
> back, her earth-pounding feet carrying her so close to us on her
> returns that her breath is heard and wake is felt.
> 3. After the walk, I remain on the beach after the others return
> home. The sun is coming up, pink and orange, and the sky is humid and
> a thick blue-grey. The moon is still out, and a few stars, but are
> gradually fading in a sky that is approaching their brilliance. I
> stand within the laps of the waves, and look out to the rocking
> shrimp boats, and the long, thin horizon beyond. With each receding
> wave, the water draws sand from beneath the edges of my feet.
> Eventually, I am balancing on two pyramids beneath my arches. I find
> that if I am not perfectly balanced through the soles of my feet as
> these pyramids form, that eventually I must cling to the tops of the
> pyramids with the muscles of my legs, lest my feet slide from the
> pyramids. I stand for a long while like this, trying on new pyramids,
> learning as a matter of course what it is to be perfectly balanced
> within my soles, and how transparent and effortless that feels,
> watching the night suns recede as I am warmed by the heat advancing
> in the eastern sky. At some point, the shrimp boats disappear, and I
> take that as my cue to leave.
> Thanks for your letter, SG.