Forgotten Language ©
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers
How did it go?
How did it go?
Wednesday, October 16, 2019
You are not your thoughts arising. You are not your attractions and aversions arising. You are not your memories coming up and fading away. You are not your job. You are not your relationships to parents, children, friends, co-workers, opponents, or anyone else. You are not your clothes, social position, race or nationality. You are not old or young. You are not any "thing" at all. You are without properties. You are infinite potential. You are being and nonbeing -- without limit. So, stand free beyond boundary and limit. As if infinitely radiant sky.
The river rushes,
The last rains of spring.
A rose bud in my hand
Its petals fall to the ground.
A clod of earth
Between my fingers,
Crumbling to dust.
I brush it off,
And reach out
For the next touch.
To summer sunlight.
I am that Light;
And I am the dust
Returning to the Earth.
Diane Shavelson (~1999)
Tuesday, October 15, 2019
Knowing reality is not the same as speaking reality. No one returns from the clear vision of reality who can give a lecture or write a book about it.
The vision of reality is not transmitted with words.
Knowledge of reality is clouded by thoughts, emotions, health issues, social environments and the weather.
Knowing reality is like standing outside yourself.
That is ecstasy. Don't confuse ecstasy with elated mind states. Ecstasy is "standing outside yourself". It could be quiet and peaceful.
Sunday, October 13, 2019
It’s often said, “Be true to yourself.” Easy to say. But, what is the “self”. It’s not an object. And, there are different notions of “self” floating around. Often you’ll see a distinction between the little “self” and the big “Self”. If I go back to India and the Vadas, I find that the word Atman corresponds to the big self, the Self with the capital “S”. This Atman is related to the Brahman (what may be called the Oversoul, or field of infinite potential actualizing as all that is).
But, for us, the self is the ego – that sense of being separate from those around us. That sense of separation, the self as ego, is most useful for survival in the worlds of society and nature. Yet, it can cause isolation and puzzlement about the meaning of our lives. The self-ego knows that it's existence is tentative and always at risk. This is hard. Hence, our need for transcendence beyond the little self to the Big self.
Saturday, October 12, 2019
Friday, October 11, 2019
Sunday, October 06, 2019
This moment: always beginning, always ending.
Pulling us in; pulling us away.
Become still within; even while in the world.
The body is a platform.
Strengthen the body.
Eat good food, exercise.
Feed the mind true ideas.
Surrender to love.
Saturday, October 05, 2019
"A long time ago I discovered it’s best to go backwards in time. As years mounted up, I became more playful, more flexible. It seems that's the best way toward a good long life. It now appears that I'm getting younger while you're getting older!" - Merlyn Aya
Friday, October 04, 2019
Thursday, October 03, 2019
Wednesday, October 02, 2019
Tuesday, October 01, 2019
The Net of Indra is a profound and subtle metaphor for the structure of reality. Imagine a vast net; at each crossing point there is a jewel; each jewel is perfectly clear and reflects all the other jewels in the net, the way two mirrors placed opposite each other will reflect an image ad infinitum.… Every jewel is intimately connected with all other jewels in the universe, and a change in one jewel means a change, however slight, in every other jewel…. Once, when someone praised Gandhi for his compassionate politics, he answered, “I am here to serve no one else but myself, to find my own self realization through the service of others.”
The Enlightened Mind: An Anthology of Sacred Prose