Seventh Seal

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“The void is a mirror

I see my face in.”

 

~Antonius Block,

Beginning his Confession,

not yet realizing it is his Death

to which he confesses.

Bergman, Seventh Seal

 

 

 

 

Bassui wrote the following letter to one of his disciples who was

about to die:"The essence of your mind is not born, so it will never

die. It is not an existence, which is perishable. It is not an

emptiness, which is a mere void. It has neither color nor form. It

enjoys no pleasures and suffers no pains.I know you are very ill.

Like a good Zen student, you are facing that sickness squarely. You

may not know who exactly is suffering, but question yourself: What is

the essence of this mind? Think only of this. You will need no more.

Covet nothing. Your end which is endless is as a snowflake dissolving

in the pure air."

 

 

 

 

 

"Om. This is perfect. That is perfect.From the perfect springs the

perfect.If the perfect is taken from the perfect,the perfect

remains."~Sri Nityananda

 

 

 

“The liberated soul passes through three deaths. First the soul dies

to sin and is born to grace. Then the soul dies to nature and is born

to the life of spirit. Finally the soul dies in spirit and is born to

divine life.”

 

~ Marguerite Porete

 

 

 

“Let go your vain reliance on knowledge. Let go your prayers,

offerings, and strength, For Love selfless is the only resource; Lo,

the insects teach –

 

Embrace the flames!

Formulas of worship, control of breath, Science, philosophy, system,

varied, Relinquishment, possession, and the like –

All these are but delusions of the mind –

Love, Love –

 

that's the one thing,

 

the sole treasure.” ~Vivikananda

 

 

 

 

 

“We laughed and played together.

I wrote songs to her eyes.”

 

~Antonius Block

 

“Who dares misery love,And hug the form of Death,Dance in

Destruction's dance.To him the Mother comes.”

 

~ Vivekananda

 

 

“So long as one does not become

simple like a child,

one does not get divine illumination.

Forget all the worldly knowledge

you have acquired and become as

`ignorant' as a child and then you will get divine wisdom.”

 

~ Ramakrishna

 

 

 

The one who will kindly kill my last cow

Has been playing with me all along,

You see, and as far as I see

As I stand here and pee

Against Cold Mountain

He can sure have it.

 

The milk from that cow is so

Sweet indeed, yet I’ll happily

Share it with all who have heard

Their own Death’s familiar whisper!

 

It’s innocent milk, at last, and yet

It’s sweetness fills canyons

With rivers of light,

Snow white emptying into white,

Snow melt gone to the Ocean.

 

~167

The Missing 300

 

 

 

 

“I live in a world of ghosts,

a prisoner of my dreams.”

 

~Antonius Block

 

 

 

i crawl toward the unknowable

in a stupor, in amnesia, with a

compass of the semi-imaginable,

i rouse myself toward the idea of moving

as if these words were my lost feet.

 

what is said is never it –

better a bowl of Mitzvah’s

Onion Soup all around!

 

every direction is an experiment

as are statements, lives and

certainty systems.

 

my mouth is in ruins.

my will, a delicate feather.

 

persistence in the ruins,

skinned away of all beliefs,

even those that

rule me as they may

without my knowledge or consent --

now skinned away.

 

silent.

 

body vibration pulsing.

waiting for the song as it flies

however stray,

rusted bird twisted

with a tear.

 

Everyone is waiting

like lovely statues in

the greek temples of mind,

frozen in various poses,

oh but

the rust too is beautiful --

orange flaky sediment,

particles whirling in space.

 

not age,

not debility, no lack of order, nothing

can eliminate beauty, the quintessential

beauty of all that is born, sustained or

withering.

 

that is the beauty of the triple Goddess

to whom i have sworn that allegiance

identical with soul's own breathing song.

 

care for things of the world and those not –

yes, it’s all in the wrist!

 

how could i not love life

and its tender weaknesses?

 

i could randomly die in the gutter

at the hands of a madman.

 

that does not diminish anything.

 

everything is waiting

 

waiting

 

for Your Touch

 

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

b

 

 

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