ShivAllahSita sutra 97

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Fearful, always-moving mind,the One who has no beginningis thinking of

how hungermay fall away from you.No ritual,no religion,is needed.Just

cry out oneunobstructed cry.~Lalla

 

The senses are not separate fromTrue Mind in the same way thebreeze is

not separate from sky.Whether in motion or at rest, thebreeze reveals

the play of sky assenses reveal the play of Mind.Beyond motion and

rest, let the winds of sensation sift through theSky of Mind without

restriction,filling the hollow bamboo flute ofExistence with

exquisite notes of a music no heart can contain.Such music has never

been theproblem – only the effort to claim it is.~Mazie & b

 

Nothing ever happened or ever will. Youhave always been perfect Love

and Peace.What changes is not real and what is Realcannot change. You

are that Secret, thatPurity beyond change and description, butif you

touch the "I" you become polluted withpride. The "I" rising from the

effort of ego isnot the real "I." The real "I" knows that every-thing

is my reflection-projection. Simplyknowing "I AM I AM" is

effortlessness, ismeditation, and is Sahaja, the natural stateof

Being.~Papaji

 

To love or fear –that's the test.At the core theheart knows best.Open

your eyes andyou will see,division's the malignancy.Conflicted mind's

ahurtful thing, obscuringsongs our silence sings.Let the healing begin

within, this is a warnobody wins.Give up the fight beforeit starts,

why struggle with your own dear heart?Our purpose is tobe at peace,

to know ourself, to let strife cease.Only we can liberate

thedifferences that we create.There is no place thatwe can go that

isdistinguishable fromthis --there is no otherwe can know thatwe

can't hug and kiss.~Mazie & b

 

To me you are your own God. But if you thinkotherwise, think to the

end. If there be God,then all is God's and all is for the best.

Welcomeall that comes with a glad and thankful heart.And love all

creatures. This too will take you toyour Self.~Nisargadatta Maharaj

 

Once ancient stars colluded, devisinga celestial scheme wherebythey'd

flow and merge together to combine their own great lightsfor sheer

delight!They spun and danced uncounted years until at last, as one,

they manifested in their joythis field of vast and verdant lushness,

blanket ofbrilliant emerald grass, wherein this glistening

pasturethey have become a single soaring Cypresswhose shade this noon

provides cool restfor winged as well as walking travelerswho find

right here is best.Light and dark weave playfully as

mountaincreatures follow their natural round,listening as one to the

sound ofancient stars,shining that same light,expressing in their

doing sothat very same delight!~Mazie & b

 

The soil is faithful to its trust: whateveryou have sown in it, you

reap the same.But until springtime brings the touch of God,the soil

does not reveal its secrets.~Rumi

 

Do you see,do you hear,do you smell,do you feel that anonymous, golden

leaf lifting on the wind now?We will be killed in this.It will not be

a deathunlike any other –every death is the same, everyleaf the same

leaf,swept into this sudden gust yetfalling each time in a

wayinimitable.The sense of self at the core of perceptionfloats on

the leaf of a consensus of ideasthat seem to add up to being a body,

where consciousness clashes images of separationtogether like slowly

sounding cymbals, a kind of noise is heard differently bybillions of

versions of ears, each tuned to their own vibrating frequency, each a

perfection harmonized exactly to the motion of perception exhausting

itself in empty space, the sense once regarded asself a smoke-like

echo trailing nowhere in particular, perhaps over a nameless

mirroring pond, wherefrom the inexhaustible Absolute the Relative is

spawned and everything finds itself, tossed out like bread crumbs to

feed the ducks of itself,bemused, at peace and in duck love.In the

air, ananonymous, golden leaflifts in the kindness of wind, barely

heard by the love birds.~Mazie & b

 

Renunciation is always in the mind, not ingoing to forests or solitary

places, orgiving up one¹s duties. The main thing is tosee that the

mind does not turn outward butinward. It does not really rest with a

manwhether he goes to this place or that orwhether he gives up his

duties or not. Allthese events happen according to destiny.All the

activities that the body is to gothrough are determined when it first

comesinto existence. It does not rest with you toaccept or reject

them. The only freedom youhave is to turn your mind inward and

renounceactivities there.~Sri Ramana Maharshi

 

Imagine space itself reaching into its own invisibilityfor some light

with which to form etheric masks of momentarily appearing shapes that

you and Iinnocently mistake to be ourselves, momentarily forgettingwe

are that space. That's the rascal play of living light -- it hides

itself in darkness just tomagnify the bright.~Mazie & b

 

Before the beginning you are pure Consciousness.

You are the Fullness of Love in Love

and the Emptiness of Awareness.

You are Existence and the Peace beyond peace.

You are that screen on which all is projected.

You are the Light of Knowledge,

the One who gave the concept of creation to the creator.

Forget what can be forgotten and know yourself

to be that which can never be forgotten.

You are the substratum on which everything moves, let it move.

You are Now, you are Nowness:

what "I" is there which can be out of this Now?

You are Truth and only Truth Is.

~Papaji

 

Without anticipation or regret, wandering an incandescent landscape

where memory and imaginationno longer gain foothold, I open mymouth

and only syllables of "AH…"exhale, the respiration of acceptance,the

breathing heart of creation.~Mazie & b

 

There is no light like that of knowing God,no pilgrimage like a deep

longing, norelationship except the one with God, andthere is no peace

that isn't gratitude for that.~Lalla

 

If you're longing tonightfor this rapture,here –let me bring it to

you, toyour altar of desire.I will submit there bystretching myself

soplushly on your innocent yearning you will sayDon't stop.I won't.I

can't.You are too beautiful to resist,loving this suchness of youI am

slain by a smile,the eyes, the immensityof your serene

intensity,breathless magnetism,the call of that wanting, wantingto be

free of any wanting,not knowing any wanting but this --to never be

spilt from this drowningagain into solidity --some fragrance

inescapable,the touch indelible on the heart,the taste of fresh

spring water gushing,rushing into itself with arms open,heart

beating, pulsingPulsingLife,Life

~Mazie & b

 

When someone calls youstupid and foolishyou mind it.Knowing this,the

Sages use the wordignorance.Ignorance is somethingyou don’t knowand

when you are thinkingabout what you don’t know,what are you goingto

get from it?

Oh, I’m thinkingin order to know it,but the whole fallacy isbecause

you’re thinkingyou’re not knowing it;you¹re blocking it.Stop

thinkingand start seeing;then you’ll know it.~Swami Amar Jyoti

 

Forcing the narcissus to flowerbefore its natural unfolding

byimitating the dark and cold of winterproduces a pretty, fragrant

blossomyet there is evidence of weakness,a nearly undetectable odor

of an early death, death's face stretched across pale petalsin rictus

grin.The fullness of life will not be given in true measure if bound

up in the desire for results.The seasons of man and nature, when no

longer compelled by appearancesand arbitrary reason,are then set free

from the restrictions of time and space ideas.They are bound by sun

and moon's communing until they are not.Early forcing produces

inherent weaknesses,returning again and againin the strain.To bear

true beauty full strength,just witness and thenstep totally out of

the way.Beauty will always find a wayto increase until it exceedseven

itself and thenwho can say what will be?~Mazie & b

 

Every pleasure, physical or mental, needsan instrument. Both the

physical and mentalinstruments are materials, they get tired andworn

out. The pleasure they yield is necessarilylimited in intensity and

duration. Pain is thebackground of all your pleasures. You want

thembecause you suffer. On the other hand, the verysearch for

pleasure is the cause of pain. It is avicious circle.~Nisargadatta

Maharaj

 

Smear of light against ablack background, itselfwoven with light,my

beginning and endin one streak –light out of mind, silence of some

silent somethinggradually vanishing at dusk.~Mazie & b

 

Four Questions:Who is awake and who asleep?What is this lake that is

continuallyoozing back into the earth?What can a human being offer to

God?What do we most deeply want?The Answers:The mind is what

sleeps.What recognizes itselfas God is awake.This always-disappearing

lakeis made of our appetites,these movings-about,this talking and

listening.The only offering you can make to Godis your increasing

awareness.And the last desire isto be God in human form.~Lalla

 

Everything that appears disappears –nothing here is real.Futile to

seek it,futile to grasp it,futile to cling to it,futile to release

and thengo back looking for it.Stay as you are, juststay as you are

--all is well.At the spiritual game I'm likely a failure,

speakingsuccinctly.Here's the trick –fail completely.Be a fool, a

ridiculouslout –don't hold back --Honk your snout!Why meditate with

such a pout?Wood, Fire, Earth, Metal, Water--simply let it all hang

out.Feel the sting whenit falls apart –let that arrowpierce your

heart.Give up the struggle,relax, get lazy –if you fancy yourselfa

child of the gods, considerthe gods themselves areutterly crazy.We

stand alone as this perfectionmuttering versions of the same old

question.The more that's learnedthe less is known till we can't tell

a friend from foe.If you fix your gaze on the sunyou'll go blind

–blink your eyes andshow me mind.Wherever you roam, whatever you

find,to all you meet at the least be kind.~Mazie & b

 

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