Guest guest Posted October 24, 2002 Report Share Posted October 24, 2002 Searching for enlightenment is kinda like pushing a burnt rope up a long hill. ...............using only your head. ....................and you have attention deficit disorder............. .........and you got no money.........and you are running out of time........ but don't worry...........anything's possible. Michael Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 24, 2002 Report Share Posted October 24, 2002 , "lastrainhome" <lastrain@w...> wrote: Searching for enlightenment is kinda like pushing a burnt rope up a long hill. ..............using only your head. ...................and you have attention deficit disorder............. ........and you got no money.........and you are running out of time........ but don't worry...........anything's possible. Michael Dearest Michael, You're a dear, kind happiness to be near each day. Time...gee whiz, wasn't it JUST thursday and what is this time thing slipping like water through my fingers as i gaze inside - Heart waves breaking across the shore of all Hearts, OneHeart is wild with Joy. >From a couple of the Night Critters roaming around still, Thursday into Thursday into... A kind of looseness - Balsekar The surest sign of spiritual progress is a total lack of concern about progress. There is an utter absence of anxiety about anything like liberation and a sort of hollowness in one's being, a kind of looseness and involuntary surrender to whatever might happen. ~Balsekar Are you a dog chasing its tail? - Balsekar On the surface it seems unacceptable that one's efforts to understand and realize the Truth cannot be successful without the help and grace of someone else, namely the guru. But this is because the seeker regards himself as a separate, autonomous individual and the guru as another individual with a similarly separate existence. As long as this attitude prevails, however, whatever else one does to attain liberation will not only be utterly useless but will result in a tightening of one's bondage. Why so? Because what one thinks one is as an independent entity is actually nothing but a fleeting shadow in the imaginations. So long as there is a "me" thinking and reacting as an entity, the seeker will continue going around and around like a dog chasing his tail and remain inaccessible to the help or grace of the guru. ~Balsekar The absence of intentions (because there is no one to have them) is true understanding. When no individual exists, what remains is enlightenment. ~Ramesh Balsekar "There are no grades of reality. There are grades of experience for the individual but not of reality. Whatever may be the experiences , the experiencer is one and the same." ~Sri Ramana Maharshi "Hilary" <hilly@e...> wrote: smiles mingling in the space where words vanish and eyes lock laughter waves rolls in one and out the other like children's giggles refreshing a stale church Love, Hilary Ahhh, the hills here are nearly breathless in green anticipation of the winter whispering inside them, "We will bury you."* "Deep as the snow is, Let me go as far as I can Till I stumble and fall, Viewing the white landscape."** Dreamily i gaze across the way, and there still, springing wildly in neon bold leaps is the pink bougainvillea, announcing to no one hill in particlular - "God of this mountain, May you be kind enough To show me your face Among the dawning blossoms."** Somehow, this Mystery deepens in me when i see or hear or catch a fragrance on the wind of time, of rolling spring hillsides covered in violet bee balm. i Love Jesus. "Dyed a gay colour My trousers will be By the bush-clovers In full bloom."*** Somehow, this Mystery deepens me when i see or hear or catch a scent of wet earth, hillsides streaming with fresh water, bright and cold and honest. It brings forth Shams-i-Tabriz and i am tiny deer drinking from his wellspring. i honestly don't have a clue why this breaks me up right now. i Love Shakyamuni. "By what divine consideration Is it, I wonder, That this fawn is born On Buddha's birthday?"** December is Joy, mad with delight for rain, snow, rivers overflowing, Hearts overflowing in Love, born again in narcissi, sky hearts breaking, Beloved Ramana making his entrance into form as Sri Bhagavan, and i, coming in and getting clearer on the same day. December 29th. It rained without stop and the rivers flooded their banks, spilling, splashing amrita of Shiva even unto the hills. i Love ShivAllah. "Tell me the loneliness Of this deserted mountain, The aged farmer Digging wild potatoes."** * Nikita Kruschev & Sting ** Basho *** Sora LoveAlways, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 24, 2002 Report Share Posted October 24, 2002 , "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote: I love both of you.......You are like an artesian spring in my life.....always fresh........cool..........soothing. Love Michael > , "lastrainhome" <lastrain@w...> wrote: > > Searching for enlightenment is kinda like pushing a burnt rope up a > long hill. > ..............using only your head. > ...................and you have attention deficit > disorder............. > ........and you got no money.........and you are running out of > time........ > > > > > but don't worry...........anything's possible. > > > > > Michael > > > Dearest Michael, > > You're a dear, kind happiness to be near each day. Time...gee whiz, > wasn't it JUST thursday and what is this time thing slipping like > water through my fingers as i gaze inside - Heart waves breaking > across the shore of all Hearts, OneHeart is wild with Joy. > > From a couple of the Night Critters roaming around still, Thursday > into Thursday into... > > > A kind of looseness - Balsekar > > > > The surest sign of spiritual progress is a total lack of concern > about progress. There is an utter absence of anxiety about anything > like liberation and a sort of hollowness in one's being, a kind of > looseness and involuntary surrender to whatever might happen. > > ~Balsekar > > > > Are you a dog chasing its tail? - Balsekar > > > > On the surface it seems unacceptable that one's efforts to understand > and realize the Truth cannot be successful without the help and grace > of someone else, namely the guru. But this is because the seeker > regards himself as a separate, autonomous individual and the guru as > another individual with a similarly separate existence. As long as > this attitude prevails, however, > whatever else one does to attain liberation will not only be utterly > useless but will result in a tightening of one's bondage. Why so? > Because what one thinks one is as an independent entity is actually > nothing but a fleeting > shadow in the imaginations. So long as there is a "me" thinking and > reacting as an entity, the seeker will continue going around and > around like a dog chasing his tail and remain inaccessible to the > help or grace of the guru. > > ~Balsekar > > > > The absence of intentions (because there is no one to have them) is > true > understanding. When no individual exists, what remains is > enlightenment. > > ~Ramesh Balsekar > > > > "There are no grades of reality. > There are grades of experience for the individual > but not of reality. Whatever may be the experiences , > the experiencer is one and the same." > > ~Sri Ramana Maharshi > > > > "Hilary" <hilly@e...> wrote: > > > smiles mingling in the space > where words vanish > and eyes lock > laughter waves rolls in one > and out the other > like children's giggles > refreshing a stale church > > Love, > Hilary > > > > Ahhh, the hills here are nearly > breathless in green anticipation > of the winter whispering inside them, > "We will bury you."* > > > "Deep as the snow is, > Let me go as far as I can > Till I stumble and fall, > Viewing the white landscape."** > > > Dreamily i gaze across the way, > and there still, springing wildly > in neon bold leaps is the pink bougainvillea, > announcing to no one hill in particlular - > > > "God of this mountain, > May you be kind enough > To show me your face > Among the dawning blossoms."** > > > Somehow, > this Mystery deepens in me > when i see or hear > or catch a fragrance on the wind of time, > of rolling spring hillsides > covered in violet bee balm. > > i Love Jesus. > > > "Dyed a gay colour > My trousers will be > By the bush-clovers > In full bloom."*** > > > Somehow, > this Mystery deepens me > when i see or hear or catch a scent > of wet earth, hillsides streaming with > fresh water, bright > and cold and honest. > It brings forth Shams-i-Tabriz and i > am tiny deer drinking > from his wellspring. > i honestly don't have a clue why this > breaks me up right now. > > i Love Shakyamuni. > > > "By what divine consideration > Is it, I wonder, > That this fawn is born > On Buddha's birthday?"** > > > December is Joy, mad with delight > for rain, snow, rivers overflowing, > Hearts overflowing > in Love, > born again in narcissi, > sky hearts breaking, > Beloved Ramana making his entrance > into form as Sri Bhagavan, > and i, coming in and getting > clearer on the same day. > > December 29th. > > It rained without stop > and the rivers flooded their banks, > spilling, splashing amrita of Shiva > even unto the hills. > > i Love ShivAllah. > > > "Tell me the loneliness > Of this deserted mountain, > The aged farmer > Digging wild potatoes."** > > * Nikita Kruschev & Sting > ** Basho > *** Sora > > > LoveAlways, > > Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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