Guest guest Posted November 15, 2002 Report Share Posted November 15, 2002 If we talk of knowing the Self, there must be two selves, one a knowing self, another the self which is known, and the process of knowing. The state we call realisation is simply being oneself, not knowing anything or becoming anything. If one has realised, one is that which alone is and which alone has always been. One cannot describe that state. One can only be that. Of course, we loosely talk of Self-realisation, for want of a better term. How to 'real-ise' or make real that which alone is real? ~Sri Ramana Maharshi I felt fatigued by incessant self-search, thinking that no body could partake of that hidden perceptive knowledge; I, ultimately got immersed into it and could find admission to the Divine-bar; therein the goblets are full to the brim, but none possesses the nerve to drink these.Mental drill is preamble to self- consciousness. At that pinnacle of self- discipline mind gets tamed automatically effortlessly. The steed of mind gallops through the sky, encompassing this whole universe. During the twinkling of an eye it can traverse millions of miles. He, who is proficient enough to put it on rails by controlling its reins, check its wayward demeanour by clipping its wings in the shape of mastering his own inhalaton and exhalation, can attain the stage of self- cognition. ~Lalla 197 All things have their complement, but the water way flows on of its own accord, relentlesslyminding its own business.This oceanic river has no banks; inside is outside,outside in –where are we? With neither outside nor inside, it embraces that into which it pours, quenchingthe thirsty realms and various squirming things, which are nothing but the drier part of itself.It's not anything that can be described,even by some elegant litany of what it isn't, and so out ofdiscretion it won't be.Water sings, water answers.Why is this so?Who can say?Water is the song of itself,the song sung when we become silent, when we are silence, singing.Nevertheless,if you say nothingyou can count on a laughfrom Cold Mountain. It's altitude is rare mirth, it's happiness echoes the canyonswith unreasonable laughter.People of all humors havetried to say something clever,intelligent, or helpful about itthroughout the ages.When the subject comes up,grant the world a kindness and remember the water for the teais almost ready.History's a liar,as you've no doubt noticed.Better to forget the whole thing andfind yourself a kind, loving friend.Share the evening meal with them andspend a few quiet moments afterwards,cleaning up the kitchen.The Lotus holds itself aloft, andevery color bows down.Be that bowing, water bendinginto water, pouring intoitself, bowing, alwaysbowing, alwaysstill. ~b Purple skies, blue-parting, departing I, and the mind is a starship on the Sea of Self. Butterfly thoughts flutter about and in the Spring of my Awakening, The Immortal Beauty ended the partnership. ~Mitzvah LoveEternal.Tired of spam? Get advanced junk mail protection with MSN 8. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 16, 2002 Report Share Posted November 16, 2002 In order to speak the truth, a little lying must be employed. This is the Dharma, the Tao...(pan back to wide angle shot) )))))Shawn on 11/15/02 5:35 PM, Mazie Lane at sraddha54 wrote: > If we talk of knowing the Self, there must be two selves, > > one a knowing self, another the self which is known, > > and the process of knowing. > > The state we call realisation is simply being oneself, > > not knowing anything or becoming anything. > > If one has realised, one is that which alone is and > > which alone has always been. > > One cannot describe that state. > > One can only be that. > > Of course, we loosely talk of Self-realisation, > > for want of a better term. > > How to 'real-ise' or make real that which alone is real? > > ~Sri Ramana Maharshi > > > > I felt fatigued by incessant self-search, > > thinking that no body could partake of that hidden > > perceptive knowledge; > > I, ultimately got immersed into it > > and could find admission to the Divine-bar; > > therein the goblets are full to the brim, > > but none possesses the nerve to drink these. > Mental drill is preamble to self- consciousness. > > At that pinnacle of self- discipline > > mind gets tamed automatically effortlessly. > > The steed of mind gallops through the sky, > > encompassing this whole universe. > > During the twinkling of an eye > > it can traverse millions of miles. > > He, who is proficient enough to put it on rails > > by controlling its reins, > > check its wayward demeanour by clipping its wings > > in the shape of mastering his own inhalaton > > and exhalation, > > can attain the stage of self- cognition. > > ~Lalla > > > > 197 > > > > All things have their complement, > but the water way flows on of > its own accord, relentlessly > minding its own business. > > This oceanic river has no banks; > inside is outside, > outside in – > where are we? > > With neither outside nor inside, it embraces > that into which it pours, quenching > the thirsty realms and various squirming > things, which are nothing but the > drier part of itself. > > It's not anything that can be described, > even by some elegant litany of > what it isn't, and so out of > discretion it won't be. > > Water sings, water answers. > Why is this so? > Who can say? > > Water is the song of itself, > the song sung when we become > silent, when we are > silence, singing. > > Nevertheless, > if you say nothing > you can count on a laugh > from Cold Mountain. > > It's altitude is rare mirth, it's > happiness echoes the canyons > with unreasonable laughter. > > People of all humors have > tried to say something clever, > intelligent, or helpful about it > throughout the ages. > > When the subject comes up, > grant the world a kindness and > remember the water for the tea > is almost ready. > > History's a liar, > as you've no doubt noticed. > > Better to forget the whole thing and > find yourself a kind, loving friend. > Share the evening meal with them and > spend a few quiet moments afterwards, > cleaning up the kitchen. > > The Lotus holds itself aloft, and > every color bows down. > > Be that bowing, water bending > into water, pouring into > itself, bowing, always > bowing, always > still. > > ~b > > > > Purple skies, > > blue-parting, > > departing I, and the mind > > is a starship on the Sea of Self. > > Butterfly thoughts flutter about > > and in the Spring of my Awakening, > > The Immortal Beauty > > ended > > the partnership. > > ~Mitzvah > > LoveEternal. > > ---------- > > Tired of spam? Get advanced junk mail protection > <http://g.msn.com/8HMWEN/2017> with MSN 8. > /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. > > > > Terms of Service > <> . Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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