23 and Sri Ramana

[Guest guest]

Watching the old woman weaving

as she sat under the lean-to,

the shuttle moving back and forth,

back and forth, the design became

more clearly seen with each new thread added.

Warp and woof wove a new vision

of what we are not.

We are not the weaving being done.

We are not the design on any fabric

of time or space or anything.

We are not the seed of the fibre needed

to make all this appear before us.

Before the cotton was in the ground,

before the sky and sun appeared,

before the planets and stellar systems,

before the beginning,

we were and are this,

THIS.

This living, breathing, thinking,

this lifestream flowing,

red blood beating in these veins,

brain braying all its braggartry,

we are not that.

And yet we are.

We are not even what we are.

We are not even that.

The old woman is still weaving,

still in all her movements being made,

and still, i walk on in silence,

still.

i walk on knowing nothing.

Still i walk on knowing nothing.

 

 

 

"You cannot find bliss in places and in periods of time. It must be

permanent in order that it may be useful. It is your own being

which is permanent. Be the Self and that is bliss. You are always

that.

 

Bliss is not added to your nature, it is merely revealed as your

true natural state, eternal and imperishable. The only way to be

rid of your grief is to know and be the Self.

 

The fact is, you are ignorant of your blissful state. Ignorance

supervenes and draws a veil over the pure Self which is bliss.

What is bliss but your own being? You are not apart from being

which is the same as bliss. You are now thinking that you are

the mind or the body which are both changing and transient.

But you are unchanging and eternal. That is what you should know.

 

Bliss consists in not forgetting your being. It is also said

to be the seat of Love. Love is bliss.

 

Bliss is a state of unbroken happiness."

 

~Sri Ramana

 

 

"In the city that has nine false gates, He resides

in the form of bliss."

 

~Bhagavad-Gita

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie

[Guest guest]

"You cannot find bliss in places and in periods of time. It must be

permanent in order that it may be useful. It is your own being

which is permanent. Be the Self and that is bliss. You are always

that.

 

Bliss is not added to your nature, it is merely revealed as your

true natural state, eternal and imperishable. The only way to be

rid of your grief is to know and be the Self.

 

The fact is, you are ignorant of your blissful state. Ignorance

supervenes and draws a veil over the pure Self which is bliss.

What is bliss but your own being? You are not apart from being

which is the same as bliss. You are now thinking that you are

the mind or the body which are both changing and transient.

But you are unchanging and eternal. That is what you should know.

 

Bliss consists in not forgetting your being. It is also said

to be the seat of Love. Love is bliss.

 

Bliss is a state of unbroken happiness."

 

~Sri Ramana

 

 

 

))))) Fana

 

 

 

"And the result is not more than these three words:

'I burnt, and burnt, and burnt."

 

~ Rumi

 

 

 

The mind is an acrobat –

most fear relinquishing that swing

for fear of falling into fire.

The few that do may

find they fall, and burn, and

fall forever.

 

We are here to learn something --

something about falling and burning.

 

Clinging to swinging

we fail to fall.

Fearing falling we

fail to learn.

 

Through failure, perhaps

we can learn something –

something painful in

longing to fall, and

all that is fearful of falling.

 

The longing to fall

is a fire at heart, burning in

falling in Love with this falling.

 

Falling is dying of

me into Thee, the lover

into the Beloved.

 

Such falling is finding the

Fire of Love is consuming

what still falls between Us.

 

At the start it might seem

I am burning for You, but

this longing is only Your

Longing for me, ablaze in the

Fire of Falling.

 

Fana is finally falling through both until

Falling is only what's falling.

Even the ashes at last fall away,

burnt in the flame of Love's Longing.

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

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