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The soul which cannot endure fire and smokewon't find the Secret.- Rumi

 

for seven nights the moon

cooled my fever.

Mara marveled at the moon's

soothing rivers

flowing though my brain.

i have never felt so alive

as the seven times i died.

 

)))) Piercing clarity –

singing bowl

struck at dawn

 

Triple World

swallowed in the

Sound!

 

Gone!

 

Acceptance returns

in the transparency of echo.

 

Moment is a river

hand can’t hold,

Hagakure’s Way --

hard bubbles on a stream.

 

The space between the

seven breaths yields

seven births as well as

seven deaths.

 

Inhaling –

receiving Gopal between

and just above the eyes.

 

Pausing here.

 

Exhaling –

receiving Govinda

sliding down the line

to the heart.

 

Heart breaking here.

 

There is the View,

and

There is the Heart.

 

When the Two become One,

we’ve barely begun.

 

 

 

Lord, you existas me. Your power moves,and I start walking.A prior

impulse is the only differencebetween us. Other than that,everything

I am is You.- Lalla

Something that has no urge moves my hands

and feet as i gather berries and herbs.

i had no thought of food or hunger,

for how long, who can say.

As i stood in a hot field

pissing,

i was suddenly very hungry!

Something that has no urge,

urged me to eat.

As quickly as the splashed ground

dried up in the mid-day sun,

so the desire for food disappeared

into something that has no urge.

 

)))) Something that has no urge

urges me towards you, and on my way

we disappear, that’s then we start to murmur

Shiva!

Shiva!

Shiva Om!

or else abide as silence.

Your world is transient, changeful. My worldis perfect, changeless.

You can tell me whatyou like about your world - I shall listen

care-fully, even with interest, yet not for a momentshall I forget

that your world is not, that youare dreaming.- Nisargadatta Maharaj

Faraway sounds from a town below me

rise and climb the night sky and then

float dreamily through my head

as i rest it on this pine-bough pillow.

i fall asleep listening to a distant,

wild, haunting laugh

that i remember hearing

in a dream about Shieh Te.

All night long i keep talking

to no one

in silence

about a dream i had

of you

saying, "It's all the dream,"

and laughing, laughing.

 

)))) I must have been drunk and

spoken out of turn –

who would ever believe such nonsense?

No wonder only the laughing’s laughing –

you’ve been talking to no one!

 

 

If you know you are bound you are no longer boundbecause by knowing

the bondageyou separate yourself from it, you objectify it.With this

release the "I" that was boundpours into Consciousnesslike a river

pours into the Ocean.- PapajiAfter the storm the trees were left

scarred

and torn apart, separated from pieces of their body.

After the initial instinctual denial of the reality at hand,

after yearning and wanting them back,

they settled into a most profound peace -

every tree around me stilled in itself.

They began flowing liquid light to the places

that had been ripped and shorn away.

Later that day i slipped and fell,

cutting away part of my right heel.

All i felt at that moment,

all i heard in the air, the earth,

this body humming with light,

was silence in waves -

everywhere.

Everywhere.

 

 

)))) Knowing you Are

without the slightest doubt is

your own perfect bliss.Ignorance of

all of this is

none other than

your own perfect bliss.

 

This way is neither taughtnor experienced –

it is none other than

your own perfect bliss.

The one who is here to

break my heart has kissed me, andthe heart of heaven has disintegrated!

There is no need to avoid false thoughtsor seek true ones because all

thought isspontaneous, involuntary and withoutsubstance. It is

neither to be accepted norrejected but ignored so that it

disappearsas spontaneously as it appeared.- Ramesh S. BalsekarAs the

sun rose, spattering light

over the small stream rippling

into the farmer's water pond,

a most beautiful, young maiden came

and undressed to bathe

and adorn herself

with the lotus blossoms nodding

along side her naked,

shimmering body

Light the light leaping from the mirror

of the pond's surface she reflected in,

my organ sprang up and i tasted

desire in its most exquisite form.

In that moment when i beheld woman divine,

the temple bell was struck and i was struck

as my beating heart

rang and desire folded back

into the lotus bud it lived in.

 

 

))))) Darling,

can you see into this

heart here?

 

It is filled with a milk that

mothers poems and ashes.

 

And here,

reaching out to me now,

overnight it seems

the most delirious blood-

red blossoms have erupted

along the naked branches of my

snow white trees, and from behind

You slide

Your velvet arms around me,

Your electric lips

pressed into the soft spot

pulsing beneath my ear,

Your whisper:

 

"Yes, my Love, Yes.

Always, only

Yes."

 

I’ll say no more at this time,

except that the Gardenias too have

only just begun!

 

Surrender is the simple but profound wisdom ofyielding to rather than

opposing the flow of life. Theonly place where you can experience the

flow of lifeis the Now, so to surrender is to accept the

presentmoment unconditionally and without reservation.It is to

relinquish inner resistance to what is.- Eckhart Tolle

Shieh Te died last night.

Desire for anything from anyone

has left me today.

A true friend gives from beyond the grave.

 

))) It has been said that Death is perfectly

acceptable to Consciousness and Life.

How this will happen is not for conjecture,

which would only lead to madness and vexation.

At the moment of physical death, attention is

first withdrawn from all the sense organs, and the body

itself becomes irrelevant. Thank it in advance, but

speaking in plain terms, we can kiss the friend goodbye.

This might be considered a natural phenomena

similar to that borderline state just prior to

loss of consciousness while entering into nightly sleep,

or it might be a fucking nightmare gone

beyond the place you had hoped it would stop,

except that awareness persists here in the

forefront, once the body is dropped off.

Nor is there any nostalgia for the body, unless

one is a sentimental sort, but not really even then,

any more than there would be for old clothes we discard,

once they have ceased to be of any use or amusement to us.

There is nothing remarkable about this, except

that life is so damned remarkable the way it changes

yet remains the same.

Then the self-nature of mind is revealed.

Pay close attention.

It contains all of creation - all

beings and worlds and appearances.

These beings and worlds and appearances

are of the same dreamy nature as thought, and

equally transparent and obvious, if you’ve been

paying attention.

If not, relax –

it’s going to be just fine, and

you’ll be smiling in the end, so

why wait?

That smile’s no different than

our own original face!

 

Perhaps one could say they are none other than thought,

but who would they be speaking to?.

Regardless, the cartoon nature of any and all appearances

may becomes such that their dissolution now is no

cause for concern, since their created nature carries within it

the clue and sign of their final fade, or one can make it seem

otherwise.

“Hold on tightly,

let go lightly.”

 

All relations are one being,

playing games of trick

or treat that seem like

hide & seek.

 

There is no separation in

consciousness, even as consciousness itself

is revealed at the closing credits

for the fraud it is.

 

Something that resists language seems to awaken

that has never resisted anything.

 

“I fall to pieces,

each time I see You again.”

 

What remains?

 

"Know all things to be like this:

a mirage, a cloud castle,

a dream, an apparition,

without essence, but

with qualities that can be seen.

 

Know all things to be like this:

as the moon in the bright sky

in some clear lake reflected,

though to that lake the moon

has never moved.

 

Know all things to be like this:

as an echo that derives

from music, sounds, and weeping,

yet in that echo is no melody.

 

Know all things to be like this:

as a magician makes illusions

of horses, oxen, carts, and other things,

nothing is as it

appears."

 

~ Buddha

 

 

The Supreme is the universal solvent, it corrodesevery container, it

burns through every obstacle.Without the absolute denial of

everything thetyranny of things would be absolute. The Supremeis the

great harmonizer, the guarantee of theultimate and perfect balance -

of life in freedom.It dissolves you and thus re-asserts your true

being.

- Nisargadatta Maharaj

Contained in the body of a beetle lying

dead in an army of ants swarming in victory,

the entire Dhammapada is written.

This body will one day disappear

as an oath of truth

to this poem.

 

 

))))) Think of your death now. It is at arm's length. It may tap

you any moment, so really you have no time for crappy

thoughts and moods. None of us have time for that. The only

thing that counts is action, acting instead of talking.

When a man decides to do something he must go all the

way, but he must take responsibility for what he does. No

matter what he does, he must know first why he is doing it,

and then he must proceed with his actions without having

doubts or remorse about them. Look at me, I have no doubts

or remorse. Everything I do is my decision and my

responsibility. The simplest thing I do, to take you for a

walk in the desert for instance, may very well mean my

death. Death is stalking me. Therefore, I have no room for

doubts or remorse. If I have to die as a result of taking

you for a walk, then I must die. You on the other hand,

feel that you are immortal, and the decisions of an

immortal man can be cancelled or regretted or doubted. In a

world where death is the hunter, my friend, there is not

time for regrets or doubts. There is only time for

decisions. When you get angry you always feel righteous.

You have been complaining all your life because you don't

assume responsibility for your decisions. To assume the

responsibility of one's decisions means that one is ready

to die for them. It doesn't matter what the decision is.

Nothing could be more or less serious than anything else.

In a world where death is the hunter there are no small or

big decisions. There are only decisions that we make in the

face of our inevitable death.

 

~ Don Juan Matus

No object of desire is real,no object of desire is worth your Peace.If

your house is desires, burn it down.It is only the absence of desire

that makes you happy,so allow no desire to rise.Just allow yourself

to be dissolved by Love.When there is no desire there is Love and

Beauty.If you do desire then only desire Peacebecause what you think

you will become:Water poured in the Ocean becomes the Ocean.- Papaji

Out of the ditchwater,

tall, wild iris

emerge from gray mud.

Inside a sleep for eons,

i drifted to the edge of all this.

A voice trailed off.

Beautiful, wild iris

grow tall in still water.

 

)))) Both hands' fingertips touch

in an arc over my head,

 

Love circling Love --

 

one breath,

 

two breaths,

 

released of its own accord, revealing

what it has always been,

 

like needlework of an infinite quilt,

hung on a hook of imagining,

 

unraveling

 

 

 

When you truly realize that this life andliving is an absurdity, then

you join in thedance. You take part in this absurdity. Thebody-mind

organism continues to live inthe world, but without any sense of

per-sonal doership.- Ramesh S. Balsekar

Beyond the mountain and down into

a village in a far-away valley

i met a man of Japanese descent.

He stumbled into my arms and began weeping.

Repeating again and again,

"on-mune nomi tsuto futagarite -

being suddenly overcome by the most poignant emotion,"

i beseech thee kind monk,

"Can You ever Love me forever?"

Speechless and still inquiring into the demand

i turned my gaze inward.

Only then did i hear my Heart's answer to the man.

Yes, my Brother. i Loved You forever

as i Love you now, which is not for words,

but soon you will begin to feel the permeation,

if you do not even already,

of this particular

fluidity of Loving Light in all your nerves

and in every subtle fibre

and it will be a richness

rich beyond speaking.

it will be a deep Heart melting

of waves of the most exquisite humanity

given over to submission, and this

river of Bliss will pour into the Ocean of Silence

where there will be no knowing,

no knower,

no known.

Beyond all mountains and all valleys

there is just this.

Beyond all understanding

i will Love You forever.

Beyond all these words written down

there is a Love Unspeakable i have

for You -

You Dear Brother mine.

 

)))) It has been said that

all we really want is to be

free of wanting, but perhaps

it might also be said that

all we really want is to

love and be loved.

 

This yearning for deep intimacy is

at the heart of all, in this and any

possible world as well.

 

Love seeks for itself through us,

as us, in the same way we seem to

seek each other, reaching out

at night, asleep, with dreamy arms

to gather one another into

this embrace.

 

Nothing is truly immune to Love.

 

Mystery begets Love for the sake of

Its own Enjoyment, expressed as the myriad

forms of you and I and everything.

 

It is the simple innocent truth of our being,

prior to any knowing gossip.

 

I love you, and I am here -

my heart and hand inextricably

joined with yours.

 

The illusion of separation is

just that.

 

Love always exceeds any conditions

we try to impose through our impoverished

reluctance to just love.

 

Perhaps some might be able to imagine

going to some other place or state in time

where everything is going to be resolved

according to some image we might have of

something in any need of resolution,

but that’s still in the field of the imagination.

 

What remains when the imagination is

Outshone by What Is?

 

All we have and are is

what’s here, now --

this is everything,

this is all the worlds,

appearing and disappearing

simultaneous with our attention.

 

If I were to say

This Is the Divine Realm,

You might say:

 

“Hi Honey –

Nice to see ya!”

 

I reply:

“It’s Nice to be seen by you!

What game shall we play today,

Beloved?”

 

 

Self-forgetting is inherent in self-knowing.Consciousness and

unconsciousness are twoaspects of one life. They co-exist. To knowthe

world you forget the self - to know theself you forget the world. What

is world afterall? A collection of memories. Cling to onething that

matters, hold on to 'I am' and let goall else. This is sadhana. In

realization there isnothing to hold on to and nothing to

forget.Everything is known, nothing is remembered.- Nisargadatta

Maharaj

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 fiber needed

to make all this appear before us.

Before the cotton was in the ground,

before the sky and sun appeared,

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.

 

))))) “We walked through Eden yesterdayLit with the Love of bright

bird beings breathingout the sacred sound of Omfrom everywhere and

nowhere.The Word, the Sacred Syllable stoppedour Heartbeats and

breathand we were lifted into Grace Unfathomableas OneHeart breaking

in every Heart.i cannot bear to look at You sometimes.i cannot bear

to touch You sometimes.Sometimes Beloved,i cannot bear Your Beauty.”

~ Mitzvah

 

"In this practice, we learn to bear the unbearable."~ Sasaki Roshi

Standing on the rainbow bridge,arcing over emptiness,we knew we had

always been standing there, here,gazing out at that unbearable beauty

of our own reflection,life after dreamy life,awake within the

incandescent shimmering ofsudden and perpetual intimation,a knowing

filled with being,being the knowing,awake as the shimmering,the

irresistibleheartbreak of a wounded bird, stumblingas it climbed out

of the waterto investigate two lovers holding hands.It was Sunset

Sunday Afternoonbut for that bird, those lovers,Eden never ends.

Amen.

 

 

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.Happiness is our real nature.That happiness does not depend

on our possessions or achievements.Existence is the same as happiness

and happiness is the same as being.That which is called happiness

alone exists. Knowing that fact and abiding in that state of Self

enjoy bliss eternally.Perfect bliss is the absolute.Perfect peace is

the Self.That alone exists and is consciousness.Self is not other

than perfect happiness.That which is called happiness is only the

nature of Self.One's own reality, which shines within everyone as the

heart is itself the ocean of unalloyed bliss."~ Sri Ramana Maharshi

 

Burst into Empty-Empty –

Hum…. Huuummmm.

What Is this Love that never ends?

i hear the One

playing child

in the water

running

and leaping

in this river I bathe in.

The Ocean hears this,

and a mere "i Love You"

will make the mad ones

wander into the night

muttering to the Sea

up above them.

What Is the Love that never ends?

Brighten into what never ends

Moment by moment

By moment.

I am Light’s Unfoldment

Flowering

Now,

Always….

 

 

)) I asked:

 

Did the Friend's Generosity

extend that far?

 

Nobody expects the answer

they receive.

 

Nobody can anticipate the

Friend's Nearness.

 

By then, it would be

too late –

 

He’s already here.

 

 

Om Namah ShivAllah!

 

Om Namah ShivAllah!

 

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie & b

 

 

 

 

 

 

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