Guest guest Posted November 3, 2002 Report Share Posted November 3, 2002 Dear Friend, Apologies for any disturbance in the Wa have been offered. Interpretation and speculation are inevitable at these venues, as is judgment, and occasionally insight, and for all we are grateful, but a teacher of mine whom I respect quite a bit told me that it is necessary to discriminate in the objective world thirty years ago, and yet I have never stopped thanking him to this day. We inquired into this matter earlier this morning, and recognized that whenever we seem to step out of simple heartfelt praise as writers and become intrigued by the vasana of the moment, we automatically tend to support the predominant world view of separation and division felt even as an energy communicated through our words, and contrary to our intuited prime directive to speak, if moved to speak at all, to the Heart, from the Heart to Itself, in Poetry of Sublime Praise, Love, andGratitude, mirroring the Intuition, and sharing this with all resonant hearts. Our apparent failure to do so is a wonderful opportunity to see what still sticks, and so investigate if it is true, or more of a belief we are clinging to from memory/association, conditioning, assumption of the absence of Love. When I go rock climbing, a pebble in my shoe can trigger me more than an actual near-death experience I might have just been through earlier in the day. Of course the natural thing to do is to shake out the shoe. Something my Sister Geet shared this morning: Drop a pebble in the water, just a splash, and it's gone; But there's half a hundred ripples circling on and on and on, Spreading, spreading from the center, flowing on out to sea. And there is no way of telling where the end is going to be. Drop a pebble in the water; in a minute you will forget, But there's little waves a-flowing and there's ripples circling yet, And those little waves a-flowing to a great big wave have grown; You've disturbed a mighty river just by dropping in a stone. Drop an unkind or careless word: in a minute it is gone; But there's half a hundred ripples circling on and on and on, They keep spreading, spreading, spreading from the center as they go, And there is no way to stop them, once you've started the flow. Drop an unkind or careless word: in a minute you forget; But there's little waves a-flowing, and there's ripples circling yet. And perhaps in some sad heart a mighty wave of tears you've stirred, And disturbed a life that was happy where you dropped that unkind word. Drop a word of cheer and kindness: just a flash and it is gone; But there is half a hundred ripples circling on and on and on, Bearing hope and joy and comfort on each splashing, dashing wave, Till you wouldn't believe the volume of the one kind word you gave. Drop a word of cheer and kindness: in a minute you will forget; But there's gladness still a–swelling, and there's joy circling yet. And you've rolled a wave of comfort whose sweet music can be heard, Over miles and miles of water just by dropping one kind word. Author Unknown I see my faults most grievously, my Friend, as well as most joyfully the Faultless in which they appear. My gratitude as such bids me offer thanks for all that has been shown me by Beloved, recognizing only Shiva reveals Himself to Shakti, Shakti Obliges by Doing the Same, and thus all the universe is Permeated as the Bliss of Their Union, That in Which we now inhere, but as another poet put it: " without the compartments of our atrocious thought, without even a parcel of it hanging out. Now we are free. Then we are free. Then we were free. Then we will be free. This space of time is only a figment of your imagination. And your mind which is your body – Let it go. Let it go." A while ago you posted a portion from Jnaneshwar that can be enjoyed here in its entirety: I honor the God & the Goddess, The eternal parents of the universe. The Lover, out of boundless love, Takes the form of the Beloved. What beauty! Both are made of the same nectar And share the same food. Out of supreme love They swallow up each other But separate again For the joy of being two. They are not completely the same But neither are they different. No one can tell exactly what they are. How intense is their longing To be with each other. This is their greatest bliss. Never, not even in jest, Do they allow their unity To be disturbed. They are so averse to separation That even though they have become This entire world, Never for a moment do they let A difference come between them Even though they see All that is animate & inanimate, Arising from within themselves, They never recognize a third. They sit together in the same place, Both wearing a garment of light. >From the beginning of time They have been together, Reveling in their own Supreme Love. They created a difference To enjoy this world. When that "difference" Had one glimpse of their intimacy It could not help but merge Back into the bliss Of their eternal union. Without the God, There is no Goddess, And without the Goddess There is no God. How sweet is their love! The entire universe is too small To contain them, Yet they live happily In the tiniest particle. The life of one Is the life of the other, And not even a blade of grass Can grow without both of them. Only these two live In this house Called the universe. When either one is asleep The other stays awake And plays the part of both. Should both of them awake, The whole universe Would vanish without a trace. They become two For the sake of divine play, But in every moment They seek to become one again. Both of them see together, Both of them are seen together. They are happy only when together. Shiva has become all forms: Both dark & light, Both male & female. By the union of these two halves The whole universe comes to be. Two lutes make one note. Two roses make one fragrance. Two lamps make one light. Two lips - one word. Two eyes - one sight. Shiva & Shakti - one universe. Though appearing separate They are forever joined, Always eating from the same plate. She is a chaste & devoted partner; She cannot live without Her Lord. And without Her, The one who can do everything Cannot even appear. How can we distinguish These two from each other? He appears because of Her, And she exists because of Him. We cannot tell sugar >From its sweetness Nor camphor >From its fragrance. To capture light We take hold of fire. To capture the Supreme Shiva We must take hold of Shakti. Light illumines the Sun, But the Sun itself Creates that light. The glorious Sun & its light Are one & the same. An object has a reflection: When looking we see two images, Yet there is only one thing. Likewise, this world is a reflection Of the Supreme Lord. We may see two, Yet only One exists. Out of pure emptiness She gives rise to the entire world. Everything depends on Her. Yet She exists only because Of Her Lord. Her form is the whole world, It is the glory of God made manifest. God Himself created Her form, God Himself became that form. Seeing Herself beautifully adorned, She could not bear that Her Lord Might have less then Herself. And so she adorned Him With every name & form in the universe. Merged in unity There was nothing to do. So Shakti, the bringer of good fortune, Created this world for the sake of divine play. She reveals Her Lord's splendor By melting Herself & becoming everything; And He glorifies Her, By hiding Himself completely. Out of His great love to see Her He becomes the Seer of the universe. If he could not watch Her play, He would have no reason to exist. To meet her call He takes on the form Of the whole universe; Without Her He remains naked. He is so mysterious & subtle, That while apparent He cannot be seen. It is by Her grace alone That He comes into being. She awakens Her Lord, And serves Him a feast The size of the universe. With great delight He swallows up every dish And also the one who serves Him. While He is sleeping, She gives birth to all that exists And all that does not exist. While She is sleeping He has no form at all. Look! He is hidden, And cannot be found without Her. For they are mirrors, Each revealing the other. Embracing Her, Shiva enjoys His own bliss. Though all the joy Of the world belongs to Him, There is no joy without Her. She is His very form, But Her radiance comes from Him. Blending into one, They enjoy the nectar of their own union. Shiva & Shakti are one, Like air & the wind, Like gold & its luster. Shiva & Shakti cannot be separated. They are like musk & its fragrance, Like fire & its heat. In the light of the Sun There is no difference between day & night In the Light of the Supreme Truth There is no difference between Shiva & Shakti. Shiva and Shakti envy the Primordial Sound "Om" because they are seen as two while the sound Om is always regarded as one. Jnanadeva says, "I honor the union of Shiva and Shakti, who devour this world of name and form like a sweet dish. All that remains is the One." Embracing each other they merge into One, As darkness merges with the light At the breaking of dawn. When we discover their Unity, All words and all thoughts dissolve into silence, Just as when the Universal Deluge comes, the waters of the ocean, and those of the Ganges, will merge into one. The air and the wind will merge into the endless sky; The sun and its light will merge into the Universal Fire. With a true vision of them, the seer and the seen merge into one. Again I honor the two who are one. They are like an ocean of knowledge. And only those who throw themselves in can drink of their waters. I appear separate from them just so I can honor them. But that separation is not real, it is only in name. My praise is like that of a gold ornament honoring the gold from which it is made. When the tongue is used to pronounce the word "tongue," Is there any difference between the word and the object meant by it? One is called "ocean," the other is called "Ganges," and though these are different names, Their waters are still the same. The Sun can be seen, but so can the objects it illumines. Does this mean there are two Suns? If moonlight shines on the surface of the Moon, Or if the light of a lamp reveals the lamp, can we claim that there is another? The syllable "Om" is made up of the sounds A, U, and M, does that mean it is divided? The letter "N" is made up of three lines, does that mean it is more than one? When the luster of a pearl shines upon its surface, The pearl's beauty is only enhanced. If one's bounty is not lessened, and only profit is obtained, Why should the ocean not enjoy its waves, or a flower its own fragrance? So I enjoy the worship of Shiva and Shakti, though I am never separate from them. A reflected image disappears when the mirror is removed, Ripples merge back into the water when the wind becomes still. When sleep comes to an end, a man returns to his senses. Now my individuality has come to an end, and I have returned to Shiva and Shakti. Salt gives up its salty taste to become one with the ocean; I give up my individual self to become Shiva and Shakti. When the covering is removed, the air inside a plantain tree merges with the air outside. And this is how I honor Shiva and Shakti- by removing all separation and becoming one with them. " As we continued to inquire into this, Mazie shared this mutuality of the Remembrance of our call as writers and practitioners: Beautiful, Happy beings attract Shiva in the most ardent way. His striped-cat rug on which He sits is stitched with blood-red Heart-lines and covered with tiny, tiger-skin clad feet seeking to find a way to escape Him. I tremble at the slightest breeze in Allah's Breath. These corpses call out, "Quench my thirst!" We're drowning in the well as we yell for a drink of water! I cannot continue debating about anything anymore. I want to praise the One and the hum of that is enough. Fanning the flames that burn the bridge of friendship simply do not interest me any longer. I have lost the desire to conspire to fool myself that I am zennier, Have less of "I" than you, or taste the nectar of Love any sweeter. It's really laughable the lengths we'll go to prove we're pointing to the moon. What bones have I to pick with anyone about anything when I'm a skeleton of samskaras singing way off key. I find myself most objectionable when it comes to claiming freedom. Freedom? I hang in Shiva's freezer waiting for the barbecue to begin. Praise is all I ever want to do. Praise is all I can offer that's true. Praise is all Grace praising praising praising... I praise that I know nothing and in that nothing, I see that Shiva has everything ready for the unveiling of i. See, it's like this my friends – I am you." To this and to all I say Yes. Thank You! and LoveAlways As a writer and practitioner, I have also come to observe that certain forms of inquiry elude this e-group medium's capacity, except that they reveal the activity of intellection and serve a fine purpose in doing so. Nevertheless, I am gracefully drawn into resonance with another prasad Mazie shared with me (in addition to the breakfast she is waiting for me to come downstairs to share), and thus any future posts from here will likely reflect consideration of the following: `If thou wilt be like (the Ground and Source of) All Things, thou must forsake All Things; thou must turn thy Desire away from them All, and not desire or hanker after any of them; thou must not extend thy Will to possess that for thy own, or as thine own, which is Something, whatsoever that Something be. For as soon as ever thou takest Something into thy Desire, and receivest it into thee for thine own... then this very Something (of what Nature soever it is) is the same with thyself; and this worketh with thee in thy Will, and thou art thence bound to protect it, and to take Care of it even as of thy own Being. But if thou dost receive no Thing into thy Desire, then thou art free from All Things, and rulest over all Things at once, as a Prince of God. For thou hast received nothing for thine own, and art nothing to all Things; and all Things are as nothing to thee. Thou art as a Child, which understands not what a Thing is; and though thou dost perhaps understand it, yet thou understandest it without mixing with it, and without sensibly affecting or touching thy Perception, even in that Manner wherein God doth rule and see all Things... Thou must resign up thy Will to God; and must sink thyself down to the Dust in His Mercy... If thou dost thus, know that God will speak into thee, and will bring thy resigned will into Himself, in the supernatural Ground; and then thou shalt hear, my Son, what the Lord speaketh in thee." ~ Jacob Boehme LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 4, 2002 Report Share Posted November 4, 2002 I guess that just about says it all B! :-). Thanks. Perhaps the moral here is that following generally accepted standards of civilty is typically a more efficient use of energy as it spares one the need to give lengthy explanations later on. Love to all Harsha , "hrtbeat7" <hrtbeat7> wrote: > Dear Friend, > > > Apologies for any disturbance in the Wa have been offered. > Interpretation and speculation are inevitable at these venues, > as is judgment, and occasionally insight, and for all we are grateful, > but a teacher of mine whom I respect quite a bit told me that it is > necessary to discriminate in the objective world thirty years ago, > and yet I have never stopped thanking him to this day. > We inquired into this matter earlier this morning, and recognized that > whenever we seem to step out of simple heartfelt praise as writers and > become intrigued by the vasana of the moment, we automatically > tend to support the predominant world view of separation and division > felt even as an energy communicated through our words, and contrary > to our intuited prime directive to speak, if moved to speak at all, > to the Heart, from the Heart to Itself, in Poetry of Sublime Praise, > Love, andGratitude, mirroring the Intuition, and sharing this with > all resonant hearts. Our apparent failure to do so is a wonderful > opportunity to see what still sticks, and so investigate if it is > true, or more of a belief we are clinging to from memory/association, > conditioning, assumption of the absence of Love. > > When I go rock climbing, a pebble in my shoe can trigger me more than > an actual near-death experience I might have just been through > earlier in the day. > Of course the natural thing to do is to shake out the shoe. > Something my Sister Geet shared this morning: > > Drop a pebble in the water, > just a splash, and it's gone; > But there's half a hundred ripples > circling on and on and on, > > Spreading, spreading from the center, > flowing on out to sea. > And there is no way of telling > where the end is going to be. > > Drop a pebble in the water; > in a minute you will forget, > But there's little waves a-flowing > and there's ripples circling yet, > > And those little waves a-flowing > to a great big wave have grown; > You've disturbed a mighty river > just by dropping in a stone. > > Drop an unkind or careless word: > in a minute it is gone; > But there's half a hundred ripples > circling on and on and on, > > They keep spreading, spreading, > spreading from the center as they go, > And there is no way to stop them, > once you've started the flow. > > Drop an unkind or careless word: > in a minute you forget; > But there's little waves a-flowing, > and there's ripples circling yet. > > And perhaps in some sad heart > a mighty wave of tears you've stirred, > And disturbed a life that was happy > where you dropped that unkind word. > > Drop a word of cheer and kindness: > just a flash and it is gone; > But there is half a hundred ripples > circling on and on and on, > > Bearing hope and joy and comfort > on each splashing, dashing wave, > Till you wouldn't believe the volume > of the one kind word you gave. > > Drop a word of cheer and kindness: > in a minute you will forget; > But there's gladness still a–swelling, > and there's joy circling yet. > > And you've rolled a wave of comfort > whose sweet music can be heard, > Over miles and miles of water > just by dropping one kind word. > > Author Unknown > > > I see my faults most grievously, my Friend, as well as most joyfully > the Faultless in which they appear. My gratitude as such bids me > offer thanks for all that has been shown me by Beloved, recognizing > only Shiva reveals Himself to Shakti, Shakti Obliges by Doing the > Same, and thus all the universe is Permeated as the Bliss of Their > Union, That in Which we now inhere, but as another poet put it: > > " without the compartments of our > atrocious thought, without even a > parcel of it hanging out. > > Now we are free. > > Then we are free. > > Then we were free. > > Then we will be free. > > This space of time is only > a figment of your imagination. > > And your mind > which is your body – > > Let it go. > > Let it go." > > > A while ago you posted a portion from Jnaneshwar > that can be enjoyed here in its entirety: > > I honor the God & the Goddess, > The eternal parents of the universe. > The Lover, out of boundless love, > Takes the form of the Beloved. > What beauty! > Both are made of the same nectar > And share the same food. > Out of supreme love > They swallow up each other > But separate again > For the joy of being two. > They are not completely the same > But neither are they different. > No one can tell exactly what they are. > How intense is their longing > To be with each other. > This is their greatest bliss. > Never, not even in jest, > Do they allow their unity > To be disturbed. > They are so averse to separation > That even though they have become > This entire world, > Never for a moment do they let > A difference come between them > Even though they see > All that is animate & inanimate, > Arising from within themselves, > They never recognize a third. > They sit together in the same place, > Both wearing a garment of light. > From the beginning of time > They have been together, > Reveling in their own Supreme Love. > They created a difference > To enjoy this world. > When that "difference" > Had one glimpse of their intimacy > It could not help but merge > Back into the bliss > Of their eternal union. > Without the God, > There is no Goddess, > And without the Goddess > There is no God. > How sweet is their love! > The entire universe is too small > To contain them, > Yet they live happily > In the tiniest particle. > The life of one > Is the life of the other, > And not even a blade of grass > Can grow without both of them. > Only these two live > In this house > Called the universe. > When either one is asleep > The other stays awake > And plays the part of both. > Should both of them awake, > The whole universe > Would vanish without a trace. > They become two > For the sake of divine play, > But in every moment > They seek to become one again. > Both of them see together, > Both of them are seen together. > They are happy only when together. > Shiva has become all forms: > Both dark & light, > Both male & female. > By the union of these two halves > The whole universe comes to be. > Two lutes make one note. > Two roses make one fragrance. > Two lamps make one light. > Two lips - one word. > Two eyes - one sight. > Shiva & Shakti - one universe. > Though appearing separate > They are forever joined, > Always eating from the same plate. > She is a chaste & devoted partner; > She cannot live without Her Lord. > And without Her, > The one who can do everything > Cannot even appear. > How can we distinguish > These two from each other? > He appears because of Her, > And she exists because of Him. > We cannot tell sugar > From its sweetness > Nor camphor > From its fragrance. > To capture light > We take hold of fire. > To capture the Supreme Shiva > We must take hold of Shakti. > Light illumines the Sun, > But the Sun itself > Creates that light. > The glorious Sun & its light > Are one & the same. > An object has a reflection: > When looking we see two images, > Yet there is only one thing. > Likewise, this world is a reflection > Of the Supreme Lord. > We may see two, > Yet only One exists. > Out of pure emptiness > She gives rise to the entire world. > Everything depends on Her. > Yet She exists only because > Of Her Lord. > Her form is the whole world, > It is the glory of God made manifest. > God Himself created Her form, > God Himself became that form. > Seeing Herself beautifully adorned, > She could not bear that Her Lord > Might have less then Herself. > And so she adorned Him > With every name & form in the universe. > Merged in unity > There was nothing to do. > So Shakti, the bringer of good fortune, > Created this world for the sake of divine play. > She reveals Her Lord's splendor > By melting Herself & becoming everything; > And He glorifies Her, > By hiding Himself completely. > Out of His great love to see Her > He becomes the Seer of the universe. > If he could not watch Her play, > He would have no reason to exist. > To meet her call > He takes on the form > Of the whole universe; > Without Her He remains naked. > He is so mysterious & subtle, > That while apparent > He cannot be seen. > It is by Her grace alone > That He comes into being. > She awakens Her Lord, > And serves Him a feast > The size of the universe. > With great delight > He swallows up every dish > And also the one who serves Him. > While He is sleeping, > She gives birth to all that exists > And all that does not exist. > While She is sleeping > He has no form at all. > Look! > He is hidden, > And cannot be found without Her. > For they are mirrors, > Each revealing the other. > Embracing Her, > Shiva enjoys His own bliss. > Though all the joy > Of the world belongs to Him, > There is no joy without Her. > She is His very form, > But Her radiance comes from Him. > Blending into one, > They enjoy the nectar of their own union. > Shiva & Shakti are one, > Like air & the wind, > Like gold & its luster. > Shiva & Shakti cannot be separated. > They are like musk & its fragrance, > Like fire & its heat. > In the light of the Sun > There is no difference between day & night > In the Light of the Supreme Truth > There is no difference between Shiva & Shakti. > Shiva and Shakti envy the Primordial Sound "Om" > because they are seen as two > while the sound Om is always regarded as one. > Jnanadeva says, > "I honor the union of Shiva and Shakti, > who devour this world of name and form > like a sweet dish. > All that remains is the One." > Embracing each other > they merge into One, > As darkness merges with the light > At the breaking of dawn. > When we discover their Unity, > All words and all thoughts > dissolve into silence, > Just as when the Universal Deluge comes, > the waters of the ocean, and those of the Ganges, > will merge into one. > The air and the wind > will merge into the endless sky; > The sun and its light > will merge into the Universal Fire. > With a true vision of them, > the seer and the seen > merge into one. > Again I honor > the two who are one. > They are like an ocean of knowledge. > And only those who throw themselves in can drink > of their waters. > I appear separate from them > just so I can honor them. > But that separation is not real, > it is only in name. > My praise is like that of a gold ornament > honoring the gold from which it is made. > When the tongue is used to pronounce the word "tongue," > Is there any difference between the word > and the object meant by it? > One is called "ocean," > the other is called "Ganges," > and though these are different names, > Their waters are still the same. > The Sun can be seen, > but so can the objects it illumines. > Does this mean there are two Suns? > If moonlight shines on the surface of the Moon, > Or if the light of a lamp reveals the lamp, > can we claim that there is another? > The syllable "Om" is made up of the sounds A, U, and M, > does that mean it is divided? > The letter "N" is made up of three lines, > does that mean it is more than one? > When the luster of a pearl > shines upon its surface, > The pearl's beauty is only enhanced. > If one's bounty is not lessened, > and only profit is obtained, > Why should the ocean not enjoy its waves, > or a flower its own fragrance? > So I enjoy the worship of Shiva and Shakti, > though I am never separate from them. > A reflected image disappears > when the mirror is removed, > Ripples merge back into the water > when the wind becomes still. > When sleep comes to an end, > a man returns to his senses. > Now my individuality has come to an end, > and I have returned to Shiva and Shakti. > Salt gives up its salty taste > to become one with the ocean; > I give up my individual self > to become Shiva and Shakti. > When the covering is removed, > the air inside a plantain tree > merges with the air outside. > And this is how I honor Shiva and Shakti- > by removing all separation and > becoming one with them. " > > > > As we continued to inquire into this, Mazie shared > this mutuality of the Remembrance of our call as > writers and practitioners: > > > > Beautiful, Happy beings > attract Shiva in the most ardent way. > His striped-cat rug on which He sits > is stitched > with blood-red Heart-lines > and covered with tiny, > tiger-skin clad feet > seeking to find a way > to escape Him. > > I tremble at the slightest breeze > in Allah's Breath. > These corpses call out, > "Quench my thirst!" > We're drowning in the well > as we yell > for a drink of water! > I cannot continue debating > about anything anymore. > > I want to praise the One > and the hum of that is enough. > Fanning the flames > that burn the bridge of friendship > simply do not interest me any longer. > I have lost the desire > to conspire to fool myself > that I am zennier, > Have less of "I" than you, > or taste the nectar of Love > any sweeter. > > It's really laughable the lengths we'll go > to prove we're pointing to the moon. > What bones have I to pick with anyone > about anything > when I'm a skeleton of samskaras > singing way off key. > > I find myself most objectionable > when it comes to claiming freedom. > Freedom? I hang in Shiva's freezer > waiting for the barbecue to begin. > > Praise is all I ever want to do. > Praise is all I can offer that's true. > Praise is all Grace praising praising praising... > I praise that I know nothing > and in that nothing, > I see that Shiva has everything ready > for the unveiling > of i. > See, it's like this my friends – > I am you." > > > > To this and to all > I say > > Yes. > > Thank You! > > and > > LoveAlways > > > As a writer and practitioner, I have also come to observe that > certain forms of inquiry elude this e-group medium's capacity, except > that they reveal the activity of intellection and serve a fine > purpose in doing so. > Nevertheless, I am gracefully drawn into resonance with another prasad > Mazie shared with me (in addition to the breakfast she is waiting for > me to come downstairs to share), and thus any future posts from here > will likely reflect consideration of the following: > > `If thou wilt be like (the Ground and Source of) All Things, thou > must forsake All Things; thou must turn thy Desire away from them > All, and not desire or hanker after any of them; thou must not extend > thy Will to possess that for thy own, or as thine own, which is > Something, whatsoever that Something be. For as soon as ever thou > takest Something into thy Desire, and receivest it into thee for > thine own... then this very Something (of what Nature soever it is) > is the same with thyself; and this worketh with thee in thy Will, and > thou art thence bound to protect it, and to take Care of it even as > of thy own Being. But if thou dost receive no Thing into thy Desire, > then thou art free from All Things, and rulest over all Things at > once, as a Prince of God. For thou hast received nothing for thine > own, and art nothing to all Things; and all Things are as nothing to > thee. Thou art as a Child, which understands not what a Thing is; and > though thou dost perhaps understand it, yet thou understandest it > without mixing with it, and without sensibly affecting or touching > thy Perception, even in that Manner wherein God doth rule and see all > Things... > > Thou must resign up thy Will to God; and must sink thyself down to > the Dust in His Mercy... If thou dost thus, know that God will speak > into thee, and will bring thy resigned will into Himself, in the > supernatural Ground; and then thou shalt hear, my Son, what the Lord > speaketh in thee." > > ~ Jacob Boehme > > > > LoveAlways, > > b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 4, 2002 Report Share Posted November 4, 2002 , "harshaimtm" wrote: > I guess that just about says it all B! :-). Yeah. I'd have to guess too, to see an apology. d > > Thanks. > > Perhaps the moral here is that following generally accepted standards > of civilty is typically a more efficient use of energy as it spares > one the need to give lengthy explanations later on. > > Love to all > Harsha > > > > , "hrtbeat7" <hrtbeat7> wrote: > > Dear Friend, > > > > > > Apologies for any disturbance in the Wa have been offered. > > Interpretation and speculation are inevitable at these venues, > > as is judgment, and occasionally insight, and for all we are > grateful, > > but a teacher of mine whom I respect quite a bit told me that it is > > necessary to discriminate in the objective world thirty years ago, > > and yet I have never stopped thanking him to this day. > > We inquired into this matter earlier this morning, and recognized > that > > whenever we seem to step out of simple heartfelt praise as writers > and > > become intrigued by the vasana of the moment, we automatically > > tend to support the predominant world view of separation and > division > > felt even as an energy communicated through our words, and contrary > > to our intuited prime directive to speak, if moved to speak at all, > > to the Heart, from the Heart to Itself, in Poetry of Sublime > Praise, > > Love, andGratitude, mirroring the Intuition, and sharing this with > > all resonant hearts. Our apparent failure to do so is a wonderful > > opportunity to see what still sticks, and so investigate if it is > > true, or more of a belief we are clinging to from > memory/association, > > conditioning, assumption of the absence of Love. > > > > When I go rock climbing, a pebble in my shoe can trigger me more > than > > an actual near-death experience I might have just been through > > earlier in the day. > > Of course the natural thing to do is to shake out the shoe. > > Something my Sister Geet shared this morning: > > > > Drop a pebble in the water, > > just a splash, and it's gone; > > But there's half a hundred ripples > > circling on and on and on, > > > > Spreading, spreading from the center, > > flowing on out to sea. > > And there is no way of telling > > where the end is going to be. > > > > Drop a pebble in the water; > > in a minute you will forget, > > But there's little waves a-flowing > > and there's ripples circling yet, > > > > And those little waves a-flowing > > to a great big wave have grown; > > You've disturbed a mighty river > > just by dropping in a stone. > > > > Drop an unkind or careless word: > > in a minute it is gone; > > But there's half a hundred ripples > > circling on and on and on, > > > > They keep spreading, spreading, > > spreading from the center as they go, > > And there is no way to stop them, > > once you've started the flow. > > > > Drop an unkind or careless word: > > in a minute you forget; > > But there's little waves a-flowing, > > and there's ripples circling yet. > > > > And perhaps in some sad heart > > a mighty wave of tears you've stirred, > > And disturbed a life that was happy > > where you dropped that unkind word. > > > > Drop a word of cheer and kindness: > > just a flash and it is gone; > > But there is half a hundred ripples > > circling on and on and on, > > > > Bearing hope and joy and comfort > > on each splashing, dashing wave, > > Till you wouldn't believe the volume > > of the one kind word you gave. > > > > Drop a word of cheer and kindness: > > in a minute you will forget; > > But there's gladness still a–swelling, > > and there's joy circling yet. > > > > And you've rolled a wave of comfort > > whose sweet music can be heard, > > Over miles and miles of water > > just by dropping one kind word. > > > > Author Unknown > > > > > > I see my faults most grievously, my Friend, as well as most > joyfully > > the Faultless in which they appear. My gratitude as such bids me > > offer thanks for all that has been shown me by Beloved, recognizing > > only Shiva reveals Himself to Shakti, Shakti Obliges by Doing the > > Same, and thus all the universe is Permeated as the Bliss of Their > > Union, That in Which we now inhere, but as another poet put it: > > > > " without the compartments of our > > atrocious thought, without even a > > parcel of it hanging out. > > > > Now we are free. > > > > Then we are free. > > > > Then we were free. > > > > Then we will be free. > > > > This space of time is only > > a figment of your imagination. > > > > And your mind > > which is your body – > > > > Let it go. > > > > Let it go." > > > > > > A while ago you posted a portion from Jnaneshwar > > that can be enjoyed here in its entirety: > > > > I honor the God & the Goddess, > > The eternal parents of the universe. > > The Lover, out of boundless love, > > Takes the form of the Beloved. > > What beauty! > > Both are made of the same nectar > > And share the same food. > > Out of supreme love > > They swallow up each other > > But separate again > > For the joy of being two. > > They are not completely the same > > But neither are they different. > > No one can tell exactly what they are. > > How intense is their longing > > To be with each other. > > This is their greatest bliss. > > Never, not even in jest, > > Do they allow their unity > > To be disturbed. > > They are so averse to separation > > That even though they have become > > This entire world, > > Never for a moment do they let > > A difference come between them > > Even though they see > > All that is animate & inanimate, > > Arising from within themselves, > > They never recognize a third. > > They sit together in the same place, > > Both wearing a garment of light. > > From the beginning of time > > They have been together, > > Reveling in their own Supreme Love. > > They created a difference > > To enjoy this world. > > When that "difference" > > Had one glimpse of their intimacy > > It could not help but merge > > Back into the bliss > > Of their eternal union. > > Without the God, > > There is no Goddess, > > And without the Goddess > > There is no God. > > How sweet is their love! > > The entire universe is too small > > To contain them, > > Yet they live happily > > In the tiniest particle. > > The life of one > > Is the life of the other, > > And not even a blade of grass > > Can grow without both of them. > > Only these two live > > In this house > > Called the universe. > > When either one is asleep > > The other stays awake > > And plays the part of both. > > Should both of them awake, > > The whole universe > > Would vanish without a trace. > > They become two > > For the sake of divine play, > > But in every moment > > They seek to become one again. > > Both of them see together, > > Both of them are seen together. > > They are happy only when together. > > Shiva has become all forms: > > Both dark & light, > > Both male & female. > > By the union of these two halves > > The whole universe comes to be. > > Two lutes make one note. > > Two roses make one fragrance. > > Two lamps make one light. > > Two lips - one word. > > Two eyes - one sight. > > Shiva & Shakti - one universe. > > Though appearing separate > > They are forever joined, > > Always eating from the same plate. > > She is a chaste & devoted partner; > > She cannot live without Her Lord. > > And without Her, > > The one who can do everything > > Cannot even appear. > > How can we distinguish > > These two from each other? > > He appears because of Her, > > And she exists because of Him. > > We cannot tell sugar > > From its sweetness > > Nor camphor > > From its fragrance. > > To capture light > > We take hold of fire. > > To capture the Supreme Shiva > > We must take hold of Shakti. > > Light illumines the Sun, > > But the Sun itself > > Creates that light. > > The glorious Sun & its light > > Are one & the same. > > An object has a reflection: > > When looking we see two images, > > Yet there is only one thing. > > Likewise, this world is a reflection > > Of the Supreme Lord. > > We may see two, > > Yet only One exists. > > Out of pure emptiness > > She gives rise to the entire world. > > Everything depends on Her. > > Yet She exists only because > > Of Her Lord. > > Her form is the whole world, > > It is the glory of God made manifest. > > God Himself created Her form, > > God Himself became that form. > > Seeing Herself beautifully adorned, > > She could not bear that Her Lord > > Might have less then Herself. > > And so she adorned Him > > With every name & form in the universe. > > Merged in unity > > There was nothing to do. > > So Shakti, the bringer of good fortune, > > Created this world for the sake of divine play. > > She reveals Her Lord's splendor > > By melting Herself & becoming everything; > > And He glorifies Her, > > By hiding Himself completely. > > Out of His great love to see Her > > He becomes the Seer of the universe. > > If he could not watch Her play, > > He would have no reason to exist. > > To meet her call > > He takes on the form > > Of the whole universe; > > Without Her He remains naked. > > He is so mysterious & subtle, > > That while apparent > > He cannot be seen. > > It is by Her grace alone > > That He comes into being. > > She awakens Her Lord, > > And serves Him a feast > > The size of the universe. > > With great delight > > He swallows up every dish > > And also the one who serves Him. > > While He is sleeping, > > She gives birth to all that exists > > And all that does not exist. > > While She is sleeping > > He has no form at all. > > Look! > > He is hidden, > > And cannot be found without Her. > > For they are mirrors, > > Each revealing the other. > > Embracing Her, > > Shiva enjoys His own bliss. > > Though all the joy > > Of the world belongs to Him, > > There is no joy without Her. > > She is His very form, > > But Her radiance comes from Him. > > Blending into one, > > They enjoy the nectar of their own union. > > Shiva & Shakti are one, > > Like air & the wind, > > Like gold & its luster. > > Shiva & Shakti cannot be separated. > > They are like musk & its fragrance, > > Like fire & its heat. > > In the light of the Sun > > There is no difference between day & night > > In the Light of the Supreme Truth > > There is no difference between Shiva & Shakti. > > Shiva and Shakti envy the Primordial Sound "Om" > > because they are seen as two > > while the sound Om is always regarded as one. > > Jnanadeva says, > > "I honor the union of Shiva and Shakti, > > who devour this world of name and form > > like a sweet dish. > > All that remains is the One." > > Embracing each other > > they merge into One, > > As darkness merges with the light > > At the breaking of dawn. > > When we discover their Unity, > > All words and all thoughts > > dissolve into silence, > > Just as when the Universal Deluge comes, > > the waters of the ocean, and those of the Ganges, > > will merge into one. > > The air and the wind > > will merge into the endless sky; > > The sun and its light > > will merge into the Universal Fire. > > With a true vision of them, > > the seer and the seen > > merge into one. > > Again I honor > > the two who are one. > > They are like an ocean of knowledge. > > And only those who throw themselves in can drink > > of their waters. > > I appear separate from them > > just so I can honor them. > > But that separation is not real, > > it is only in name. > > My praise is like that of a gold ornament > > honoring the gold from which it is made. > > When the tongue is used to pronounce the word "tongue," > > Is there any difference between the word > > and the object meant by it? > > One is called "ocean," > > the other is called "Ganges," > > and though these are different names, > > Their waters are still the same. > > The Sun can be seen, > > but so can the objects it illumines. > > Does this mean there are two Suns? > > If moonlight shines on the surface of the Moon, > > Or if the light of a lamp reveals the lamp, > > can we claim that there is another? > > The syllable "Om" is made up of the sounds A, U, and M, > > does that mean it is divided? > > The letter "N" is made up of three lines, > > does that mean it is more than one? > > When the luster of a pearl > > shines upon its surface, > > The pearl's beauty is only enhanced. > > If one's bounty is not lessened, > > and only profit is obtained, > > Why should the ocean not enjoy its waves, > > or a flower its own fragrance? > > So I enjoy the worship of Shiva and Shakti, > > though I am never separate from them. > > A reflected image disappears > > when the mirror is removed, > > Ripples merge back into the water > > when the wind becomes still. > > When sleep comes to an end, > > a man returns to his senses. > > Now my individuality has come to an end, > > and I have returned to Shiva and Shakti. > > Salt gives up its salty taste > > to become one with the ocean; > > I give up my individual self > > to become Shiva and Shakti. > > When the covering is removed, > > the air inside a plantain tree > > merges with the air outside. > > And this is how I honor Shiva and Shakti- > > by removing all separation and > > becoming one with them. " > > > > > > > > As we continued to inquire into this, Mazie shared > > this mutuality of the Remembrance of our call as > > writers and practitioners: > > > > > > > > Beautiful, Happy beings > > attract Shiva in the most ardent way. > > His striped-cat rug on which He sits > > is stitched > > with blood-red Heart-lines > > and covered with tiny, > > tiger-skin clad feet > > seeking to find a way > > to escape Him. > > > > I tremble at the slightest breeze > > in Allah's Breath. > > These corpses call out, > > "Quench my thirst!" > > We're drowning in the well > > as we yell > > for a drink of water! > > I cannot continue debating > > about anything anymore. > > > > I want to praise the One > > and the hum of that is enough. > > Fanning the flames > > that burn the bridge of friendship > > simply do not interest me any longer. > > I have lost the desire > > to conspire to fool myself > > that I am zennier, > > Have less of "I" than you, > > or taste the nectar of Love > > any sweeter. > > > > It's really laughable the lengths we'll go > > to prove we're pointing to the moon. > > What bones have I to pick with anyone > > about anything > > when I'm a skeleton of samskaras > > singing way off key. > > > > I find myself most objectionable > > when it comes to claiming freedom. > > Freedom? I hang in Shiva's freezer > > waiting for the barbecue to begin. > > > > Praise is all I ever want to do. > > Praise is all I can offer that's true. > > Praise is all Grace praising praising praising... > > I praise that I know nothing > > and in that nothing, > > I see that Shiva has everything ready > > for the unveiling > > of i. > > See, it's like this my friends – > > I am you." > > > > > > > > To this and to all > > I say > > > > Yes. > > > > Thank You! > > > > and > > > > LoveAlways > > > > > > As a writer and practitioner, I have also come to observe that > > certain forms of inquiry elude this e-group medium's capacity, > except > > that they reveal the activity of intellection and serve a fine > > purpose in doing so. > > Nevertheless, I am gracefully drawn into resonance with another > prasad > > Mazie shared with me (in addition to the breakfast she is waiting > for > > me to come downstairs to share), and thus any future posts from > here > > will likely reflect consideration of the following: > > > > `If thou wilt be like (the Ground and Source of) All Things, thou > > must forsake All Things; thou must turn thy Desire away from them > > All, and not desire or hanker after any of them; thou must not > extend > > thy Will to possess that for thy own, or as thine own, which is > > Something, whatsoever that Something be. For as soon as ever thou > > takest Something into thy Desire, and receivest it into thee for > > thine own... then this very Something (of what Nature soever it is) > > is the same with thyself; and this worketh with thee in thy Will, > and > > thou art thence bound to protect it, and to take Care of it even as > > of thy own Being. But if thou dost receive no Thing into thy > Desire, > > then thou art free from All Things, and rulest over all Things at > > once, as a Prince of God. For thou hast received nothing for thine > > own, and art nothing to all Things; and all Things are as nothing > to > > thee. Thou art as a Child, which understands not what a Thing is; > and > > though thou dost perhaps understand it, yet thou understandest it > > without mixing with it, and without sensibly affecting or touching > > thy Perception, even in that Manner wherein God doth rule and see > all > > Things... > > > > Thou must resign up thy Will to God; and must sink thyself down to > > the Dust in His Mercy... If thou dost thus, know that God will > speak > > into thee, and will bring thy resigned will into Himself, in the > > supernatural Ground; and then thou shalt hear, my Son, what the > Lord > > speaketh in thee." > > > > ~ Jacob Boehme > > > > > > > > LoveAlways, > > > > b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 4, 2002 Report Share Posted November 4, 2002 Bob, I am really glad to hear that the matter was resolved in a friendly way. That's how it should be, I think...otherwise what is the point of all this. Thanks much for letting us know. With gratitude and love, Harsha --- hrtbeat7 <hrtbeat7 wrote: > Dear Harsha, > > We are here because we all still have > triggers that arise to be inspected. > Nobody is exempt. > > God Is Gracious! > > > PS: The matter between Toni & us was swiftly > resolved in a friendly fashion over a day ago now. > > > LoveAlways, > > b ===== /join HotJobs - Search new jobs daily now http://hotjobs./ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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