ShivAllahSita sutra 28

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i hold up my handsto hearthey are incapable ofdisappointmenteven now

they make the soundthe sound of this poemsnowing softly over me, and

this Love i feel for Youit is the sound we makewhen silence snows

downfrom itself, covering uswith sky once heard, everything

isremembered againAh this music, these tearsonce more

~b

A "Pagan" Asks Buddha

A "pagan" asked Buddha, "With words, with silence, will you tell me

(the Way)?" Buddha silently kept meditating. The "pagan" bowed and

thanked the Buddha, saying, "With the compassion you have cleared

away the clouds of my mind and have made me enter into the

awakening." After he left, Ananda asked the Buddha what he had

attained. The Buddha said, "A good horse runs even a shadow of the

whip."

Mumon's Comments:Ananda was Buddha's disciple but his understanding

was not like that pagan. Now tell me, "How afar are the disciple and

the non-disciple?" Treading on the sharp edge of a sword,Running over

jagged ice.Not climbing on the ladder,Letting your hands off the

cliff.

~Zen Koans

Crushed autumn leaves scent the air

sending the hair on my neck

and the necks of the ferns, sky-high.

Hearing the approaching footsteps

Of the Lion of Buddha,

Hearing the low, gutteral growl of God,

I and the bracken bend to the earth,

bowing as sound thrills

to its own harmony

resonating

in fragrance.

~Mitzvah

Shiva & Shakti - one universe. Though appearing separate They are

forever joined, Always eating from the same plate.

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.

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.

~Jnaneshwar

There's a naked bug at Cold Mountain With a white body and a black

head. His hand holds two book-scrolls, One the Way and one its Power.

 

My nose poked in the barkWent a million years-Sweet smell of the

pine.Delicious! Like pineapple!Eating each other's seed eating ah,

each other.Kissing the lover in the mouth of bread: lip to lip.As I

stay there then silent The chill of the air on my nakedness Starts

off the skin I am all alive to the night. Bare feet shaping on gravel

Stick in the hand, forever.

~Han Shan by Gary Snyder

People ask how to get herebut it's tricky business –the way keeps

changing.when you're depressedyou think it's close by,when you're

elatedyou think you might already be hereIf you heart was like

mineyou wouldn't need a mood to find the way.

~Han Shan by Rossiter

"What gains total release from the five khandhas?The heart, of

course, & the heart alone. It doesn't grasp or get entangled.No more

poison of possessiveness,no more delusion,it stands alone.No saññas

can fool it into following alongbehind them.When they say there's

death, what dies?Sankharas die, destroying their effects.What

connects the mind into the cycle?The tricks of sañña make it

spin.The mind goes wrong because it trusts its saññas,attached to its

likes,leaving this plane of being,going to that, wandering till it's

dizzy,forgetting itself, completely obscure to itself.No matter how

hard it tries to find the Dhamma, it can't catch a glimpse.What

ferrets out the Dhamma?The heart ferrets it out, trying to find

out how saññas say 'good' and grasp at 'bad'and force it to fasten on

loving & hating.To eat once & never look for more?The end of

wanting to look, to know,to hope for knowing more,The end of

entanglements.The mind sits still on its dais, discarding its

attachments."

Saññas settle out, sankharas don't disturb it.The heart is thus

brimming, with nothing lacking.Quiet & still, the mindhas no

lamenting thoughts:something worth admiring day after day.Even if one

were to gain heavenly treasures by the millions, they'd be no match

for the true knowing that abandons all sankharas.

~Composed by Phra Bhuridatto (Mun)Wat Srapathum [bangkok]

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