Guest guest Posted October 29, 2002 Report Share Posted October 29, 2002 :-)Random Muses: A Smile Glimpsed then Thin Air & Nowness… like a flash its goneand the pain of reaching for it smolders,the memory of it unsatisfactory, quietlypoisoning itself, starting at the marrowand then chewing through sinew and bone:the choice? the one who chose first still chooses.~Tykal 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 youhappy, 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 O Horizonless One! O Uncapturable One! Having been caught in the sky-net of memory, The choices are infinite in Thy vast Consciousness! Innumerable are Thy rivers flowing, ever knowing that the mind-waves made of I, I, would sink into the Sea. The end is very near I see. Saying this is seen ( O Seer!)… Saying there’s an end (O Endless One!)… I must say in utter honesty – It never ends! everything the traveled landscape of myselfthat travels me just as much, where the sensesare the sensed, intuition my seeing eye dog,being my clear-sighted blindness, povertyembraced, the wellspring of wealth’s riches ~Tykal To each person that way is the best which appearseasiest or appeals most. All the ways are equally good,as they lead to the same goal, which is the merging of theego in the Self. What the bhakta [devotee] calls surrender,the man who does vichara calls jnana. Both are trying only to take the ego back to the source from which it sprang and make it merge there.~Sri Ramana Maharshi Not ego. Not intellect. Not senses, i. Not coming. Not going. Not here or there, i. Not seven chakras. Not twelve planetary signs. Not thirty-five principles, i. Poor of any attributes. Lacking in any cause. Without knowledge or ignorance, i. Well-Spring of Mystery – The depth of That, I Am. a thing, a world created, a world lived in,heat a recognition of the cold, the words old,our love affair with them unceasingly new,this combination a gathered ear tuned tothe endless ways of singing the ever unsaid.~Tykal That voice which is the origin of every cryand sound: that indeed is the only voice,and the rest are only echoes.– Rumi Slumbering in a shadow-world Filled with shadows shuddering Then shimmering, then shuddering, The Light beacon remains unwavering In the Heart housing the Sea. I hand the cosmos to Beloved as peach prosad carried to the shore And not thrown At God. Do you see the absurdity of all our talk? Echoes bouncing off echoes. You will not know the Canyon until it swallows your sound. ~Mitzvah the days pass,newness everywhere,a flower that can't stop bloomingor brightening in its natural color. ~Tykal To see god is to be God. There is no all apartfrom God for him to pervade. He alone is.- Sri Ramana Maharshi What is, IS, As It Is now. Alone, not lonely, It Is myriad mudras marking time – Tracing Itself in space, A Face appears on emptiness… Empty of features. He has made Marvelous the visions given To the rain-child pertaining to the inquiry, "Who Am I?" Grace pours in Mystery! He is the movement in the motionless. He is the Light in the dark. He is the One taken and given in "l***ly. the hues spanning the spectrumnever quite detached from their invisibilityas witnessed when life plays its tricksand shifts from the continuity of linear form. ~Tykal Dharma means not holding onto any concept,so the Supreme dharma is to reject all dharmas.If you reject everything what will happen?All the burdens of all the religions and conceptswill fall from your mind bringing you to the perfectPeace and Love, and this is your dharma.-~Papaji What is death but the dharma of living? What is life but the dharma of dying? I am witness to Krishna being born. I am witness to Shiva dying, sighing, Saying something about – "I had the weirdest dream last night. It was about invisibility, A witness shifting his weight In order to trick himself into believing He was carrying God In form while spanning the spectrum Of every level of Consciousness. The continuity of this letter being true to form Depends on how much this hinges On what you hold as Truth and not Mere belief. I believe I hear Dharma doing some hoochie-koo On Shiva. She’ll bring him back to continue Lining up His ducks. Quack-Quack! a brown bird to my righta yellow dot on its backlike a vibrant sundepicted in spraypaint... ~Tykal Ascetics wander shrine to shine,looking for what can only comefrom visiting the soul.Study the mystery you embody.When you look up from that,the dub grass looks freshera little ways off, and even moregreen farther on. Stay here.– Lalla I remain here, Love’s servant With a bulls-eye Painted On my chest. Shams killed Rumi with one glancing blow. The blow was delivered in a glance. b was brought to seva by servitude in the Heart. I sever the arrow where it entered in. We are dying in Love’s Poisonous Kiss. The Sun is set afire in the crematorium We carry inside our craniums. I count on nothing in this world but Love. The price of of this? Life as we know it. The Unknowable Is…. Not, and Yes, This. Not this, and Yes. Not this. ~Mitzvah not two minutes latera yellow leaf landing in my lapand some odd twenty minutes lateras I get around to writing soa couple squirrels tailingeach other under the bushesalong the damp autumn's forest floor.~Tykal Though in the world you are the mostlearned scholar of the time, behold thevanishing of this world and this time!- Rumi I stand blue against the hue of Lord Krishna. I stand golden against the hue of Lord Buddha. I stand black against the hue of Lord Muhammad. I stand white against the hue of Lord Jesus. I stand green against Lord Adam. I stand clear against the Lord of Lords – The Self. ~Mitzvah LoveEternal.Surf the Web without missing calls! Get MSN Broadband. Click Here Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 31, 2002 Report Share Posted October 31, 2002 I am new to this group and ...so many beautiful songs! Mazie can you please tell me who is Mitzvah? I never heard of him. Love, marifa - Mazie Lane Tuesday, October 29, 2002 8:06 PM ShivAllahSita sutra 7 :-)Random Muses: A Smile Glimpsed then Thin Air & Nowness… like a flash its goneand the pain of reaching for it smolders,the memory of it unsatisfactory, quietlypoisoning itself, starting at the marrowand then chewing through sinew and bone:the choice? the one who chose first still chooses.~Tykal 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 youhappy, 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 O Horizonless One! O Uncapturable One! Having been caught in the sky-net of memory, The choices are infinite in Thy vast Consciousness! Innumerable are Thy rivers flowing, ever knowing that the mind-waves made of I, I, would sink into the Sea. The end is very near I see. Saying this is seen ( O Seer!)… Saying there’s an end (O Endless One!)… I must say in utter honesty – It never ends! everything the traveled landscape of myselfthat travels me just as much, where the sensesare the sensed, intuition my seeing eye dog,being my clear-sighted blindness, povertyembraced, the wellspring of wealth’s riches ~Tykal To each person that way is the best which appearseasiest or appeals most. All the ways are equally good,as they lead to the same goal, which is the merging of theego in the Self. What the bhakta [devotee] calls surrender,the man who does vichara calls jnana. Both are trying only to take the ego back to the source from which it sprang and make it merge there.~Sri Ramana Maharshi Not ego. Not intellect. Not senses, i. Not coming. Not going. Not here or there, i. Not seven chakras. Not twelve planetary signs. Not thirty-five principles, i. Poor of any attributes. Lacking in any cause. Without knowledge or ignorance, i. Well-Spring of Mystery – The depth of That, I Am. a thing, a world created, a world lived in,heat a recognition of the cold, the words old,our love affair with them unceasingly new,this combination a gathered ear tuned tothe endless ways of singing the ever unsaid.~Tykal That voice which is the origin of every cryand sound: that indeed is the only voice,and the rest are only echoes.– Rumi Slumbering in a shadow-world Filled with shadows shuddering Then shimmering, then shuddering, The Light beacon remains unwavering In the Heart housing the Sea. I hand the cosmos to Beloved as peach prosad carried to the shore And not thrown At God. Do you see the absurdity of all our talk? Echoes bouncing off echoes. You will not know the Canyon until it swallows your sound. ~Mitzvah the days pass,newness everywhere,a flower that can't stop bloomingor brightening in its natural color. ~Tykal To see god is to be God. There is no all apartfrom God for him to pervade. He alone is.- Sri Ramana Maharshi What is, IS, As It Is now. Alone, not lonely, It Is myriad mudras marking time – Tracing Itself in space, A Face appears on emptiness… Empty of features. He has made Marvelous the visions given To the rain-child pertaining to the inquiry, "Who Am I?" Grace pours in Mystery! He is the movement in the motionless. He is the Light in the dark. He is the One taken and given in "l***ly. the hues spanning the spectrumnever quite detached from their invisibilityas witnessed when life plays its tricksand shifts from the continuity of linear form. ~Tykal Dharma means not holding onto any concept,so the Supreme dharma is to reject all dharmas.If you reject everything what will happen?All the burdens of all the religions and conceptswill fall from your mind bringing you to the perfectPeace and Love, and this is your dharma.-~Papaji What is death but the dharma of living? What is life but the dharma of dying? I am witness to Krishna being born. I am witness to Shiva dying, sighing, Saying something about – "I had the weirdest dream last night. It was about invisibility, A witness shifting his weight In order to trick himself into believing He was carrying God In form while spanning the spectrum Of every level of Consciousness. The continuity of this letter being true to form Depends on how much this hinges On what you hold as Truth and not Mere belief. I believe I hear Dharma doing some hoochie-koo On Shiva. She’ll bring him back to continue Lining up His ducks. Quack-Quack! a brown bird to my righta yellow dot on its backlike a vibrant sundepicted in spraypaint... ~Tykal Ascetics wander shrine to shine,looking for what can only comefrom visiting the soul.Study the mystery you embody.When you look up from that,the dub grass looks freshera little ways off, and even moregreen farther on. Stay here.– Lalla I remain here, Love’s servant With a bulls-eye Painted On my chest. Shams killed Rumi with one glancing blow. The blow was delivered in a glance. b was brought to seva by servitude in the Heart. I sever the arrow where it entered in. We are dying in Love’s Poisonous Kiss. The Sun is set afire in the crematorium We carry inside our craniums. I count on nothing in this world but Love. The price of of this? Life as we know it. The Unknowable Is…. Not, and Yes, This. Not this, and Yes. Not this. ~Mitzvah not two minutes latera yellow leaf landing in my lapand some odd twenty minutes lateras I get around to writing soa couple squirrels tailingeach other under the bushesalong the damp autumn's forest floor.~Tykal Though in the world you are the mostlearned scholar of the time, behold thevanishing of this world and this time!- Rumi I stand blue against the hue of Lord Krishna. I stand golden against the hue of Lord Buddha. I stand black against the hue of Lord Muhammad. I stand white against the hue of Lord Jesus. I stand green against Lord Adam. I stand clear against the Lord of Lords – The Self. ~Mitzvah LoveEternal. Surf the Web without missing calls! Get MSN Broadband. Click Here /join All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights, perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously arising from within into It Self. Welcome all to a.Your use of is subject to the Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 31, 2002 Report Share Posted October 31, 2002 , "Emanuele De Benedetti" <e.debenedetti@i...> wrote: > I am new to this group and ...so many beautiful songs! Mazie can you please tell me who is Mitzvah? I never heard of him. Love, marifa )))) The world is no more than the Beloved's single face, Revealed in the Presence of Mitzvah; In the desire of the One to know its own beauty, we exist as reflections of the Heart of Mitzvah. Each place, each moment, sings its particular song of not being & being, spontaneous verses from the fertile Mind of Mitzvah. Without reason, the clear glass equally mirrors wisdom & madness, all clouds evaporating in the Sun of Mitzvah. Those who claim knowledge are wrong; prayer just leads to trance; appearance & faith are mere lees in the Unknowing Wine, poured by the graceful Hand of Mitzvah. Wherever the Footprint of Mitzvah is found, that handful of dust holds the oneness of worlds. This earth, burnished by hearing the Name, is so certain of Mitzvah's Love that the sky bends unceasingly down, to greet its own light Alive as Mitzvah. Jai Mitzvah! LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 1, 2002 Report Share Posted November 1, 2002 O Beloved I offer you my silence that is Your silence. Let it sing its song in the stillness of the Heart. Heart is singing again, actually it never stopped singing. in Love Marifa - "hrtbeat7" <hrtbeat7 <> Friday, November 01, 2002 3:27 AM Re: ShivAllahSita sutra 7 > , "Emanuele De Benedetti" > <e.debenedetti@i...> wrote: > > > > I am new to this group and ...so many beautiful songs! > Mazie can you please tell me who is Mitzvah? I never heard of him. > Love, marifa > > > > )))) The world is no more than the Beloved's single face, > Revealed in the Presence of Mitzvah; > > In the desire of the One to know its own beauty, we exist > as reflections of the Heart of Mitzvah. > > Each place, each moment, sings its particular song of not > being & being, spontaneous verses from > the fertile Mind of Mitzvah. > > Without reason, the clear glass equally mirrors wisdom & > madness, all clouds evaporating in the Sun of Mitzvah. > > Those who claim knowledge are wrong; prayer just leads to > trance; > appearance & faith are mere lees in the Unknowing Wine, > poured by the graceful Hand of Mitzvah. > > Wherever the Footprint of Mitzvah is found, > that handful of dust holds the oneness of worlds. > > This earth, burnished by hearing the Name, is so certain of > Mitzvah's Love that the sky bends unceasingly down, > to greet its own light > Alive as Mitzvah. > > Jai Mitzvah! > > > LoveAlways, > > b > > > > > /join > > > > > > All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights, perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously arising from within into It Self. Welcome all to a. > > > > Your use of is subject to > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 1, 2002 Report Share Posted November 1, 2002 , "Emanuele De Benedetti" e.debenedetti@i...> wrote: > O Beloved I offer you my silence that is Your silence. Let it sing its song in the stillness of the Heart. Heart is singing again, actually it never stopped singing. ))))On Silence U.G. Krishnamurti How can you understand that silence, chaotic or otherwise? Is it possible for you to capture that silence? When that silence starts operating through you, it is something extraordinary, something vital and living. This structure which is trying to understand the nature of it, capture it, contain it or give expression to it, cannot co-exist with it. The difficulty is you seem to know a lot about this state -- you have imagination. You imagine it to be what is described as "Silence is Brahman" and begin to think about it. This imagination must go. That [silence] is something living and the structure which is trying to capture it is a dead structure. You are all dead. You are not living human beings at all. You have never known one living moment in your life. You are living the lives of your thoughts. All thoughts are dead -- it doesn't matter whose thoughts -- whether those of Shankara, of Ramanuja or of the hundreds of sages, saints and saviors we have had and perhaps have still. It is useless to try to understand that. How can you capture it? If there is any such thing as silence, chaotic or otherwise, living or dead, it will begin to express itself. When it expresses itself you are not there. So, you will never know the nature of that silence at all. What you call silence is not silence at all. ~ ~ Stones are longing for what you know. If they had the graceful movements Of your feet and tongue, They would not stop laughing Between their ecstatic dance steps and unbroken praise. Your heart beats inside a sacred drum, Its skin is tanned and stretched - Our skin is alive and stretched - With the wild molecules of His Wondrous Existence. Your mind and eyes are an immense silk cloth Upon which all your thoughts and movements paint. Your soul once sat on an easel on my knee. For ages I have been sketching you With myriad shapes of sounds and light; Now awake, dear pilgrim, With your thousand swaying arms That need to caress the Sky. Now awake with your love for the Friend and the Creation, Help this Old Tavern Sweeper, Hafiz, To celebrate. No more enemies from this golden view - All who have entered this holy mountain cave Have dropped their shields and swords. We all cook together around a fire Our yearning music builds. We share our tools and instruments and plates; We are companions on this earth As the sun and planets are in the sky. We are all sentries at our sacred humble posts. The stones and stars envy the movements Of your legs and tongue And call to you to sing on their behalf. The atoms in your cells and limbs are full of wonderful talents; They dance in the Hidden Choir I conduct. Don't sleep tonight, dear pilgrim, So I can lead you on my white mare to His Summer House. This love you now have of the Truth Will never forsake you. Your joys and sufferings on this arduous path Are lifting your worn veil like a rising stage curtain And will surely reveal your Magnificent Self So that you can guide this world like Hafiz In the Hidden Choir God and His friends will forever Conduct. ("The Subject Tonight is Love" -- versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky) LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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