Duosity-Ditto

[Guest guest]

"There is no truth --

only dreaming."

 

~ b

 

 

What legion of what legendary tale-bearer, my Love,

lives between the lies that line the prayer-pressed palms

of my life's hands, these hands that move to the mood

of spirit-supply and human-demand,

demand for reparations of wrongs,

wrongs long made right by objectivities' flight?

 

Night engagements with the truth, entanglements

with angles and views, rows with rituals and rules,

they're broken in heartbreaking beauty-brevity,

Self-stoked...clarity once cloaked in smoke and cinder - Sin:

The Friend in shimmer and suppliance to whim, world and wine...

 

Prostration elation of acceptance and denial brought

from within the thin I-line, bylineless Times, blindness-sight bird

of no man's and everyman's land, flats fully, falls featherless

in fearlessness forensics of unfathomable compassion to the Liar-Lyre

of Life and Death Duosity-Dirges.

The body of "I" is implied in the Knife, rife

in rhyme-mime mimicry of me, of mine.

 

This is a mind-write, bright with linear-luminosity lines,

little riffs in the key of right and wrong, written about life

and death and enlightenment, they are a fat, slim dime a denizen,

on demand and supply, spiritually and humanly speaking.

 

Demanding nothing, avoiding nothing, incapability unassumed,

but by its own movement within this which moves not,

the hotshot of fire-forming more adornment to the story-temple,

of fashioning a ring to ding the dharma dinner-bell,

or bind the mind to mine, to divine,

or to any line that these lips

or god-grifter's hips

can grind out as good or bad, yummy or bummer,

that's the drumless drummer dumbing down the sound

found in and around this vibratory term

of conspired light and desire

to devise methods to attain enlightenment, self-realization,

and but for this...

 

This which contains all my subtle and nuanced movements,

Unmoved, Uncaused, Unremarkable,

mark my motion-notations

with a cause-clause, a clown-credential, etched

in the incredibly indelible ink, delectable think

of ego-chink, e®go, of me-zie, Moi-ttel made toy of I,

that mix my life with metaphors and signs, lines

of languages that begin and end in symbols,

like these in writ, printed to piece together a mind divided --

? , ! : * ; & . ....... CalligraphicallyCartographicalCinematography:

 

 

"The secret of the seven stars you have seen in my right hand,

and of the seven golden lamp-stands is this:

the seven stars are the angels of the seven churches,

and the seven lamp-stands are the seven churches themselves."

 

QUESTION: If all is illusion, are you yourself an illusion?

Sri Ranjit Maharaj: Oh, yes! I am the greatest illusion! All that I

say with full heart and so frankly is all false! But the false "I"

can make you reach that point. The address of the person is not the

goal. When you reach the house, thanks to the address you have been

given, the address is true only until the moment you enter the house.

As soon as you come in, the address vanishes. Words are nothing else

but indications; they have no reality themselves. If "I" remains, I

am also illusion. Don't remain as "I." That is the highest

understanding of philosophy. Saint Tukaram said: "I have seen my own

death, and what I have seen there, the joy that was revealed, that I

know." First of all, you must die. "You" means illusion.

Therefore, what I say is false, but true, however, because I speak of

That. The address is false but when you reach the goal, it is

Reality. In the same way, all the scriptures and the philosophical

books are meant only to indicate that point, and when you reach it

they become non-existent, empty. Words are false; only the meaning

they convey is true. They are illusion, but they give a meaning.

Therefore, all is illusion but to understand the illusion, illusion

is needed. For example, to remove a thorn in your finger you use

another thorn; then you throw both of them away. But if you keep the

second thorn which was used to remove the first one, you'll surely be

stuck again. To remove ignorance, knowledge is necessary, but finally

both must dissolve into Reality. Your Self is without ignorance,

without knowledge.

Therefore, the Master and the seeker are illusion because they are

"one." If you keep the second thorn, which means knowledge, even if

it is a golden thorn, you'll be stuck [by the second thorn]. The ego

is the only illusion and ego is knowledge. It is said that to catch a

thief you must become a thief. Then you can tell him: "Be aware, I am

here and I know you are a thief so you won't be able to rob me." But

you cannot catch the thief because he has 4 eyes and you have only 2

eyes. At a glance the thief notices the valuables, and if you are not

aware, he robs you. Illusion is like the thief, so you must be

stronger than the thief. Your mind must accept that all is illusion,

only illusion. Then you'll be the "greatest of the greatest."

Knowledge is a great thing but it must be only a remedy. When the

fever goes off thanks to the medicine you take, you must stop taking

it. Don't prolong the treatment or you will create more problems.

Knowledge is necessary only to remove the disease of ignorance. The

doctor will always prescribe a limited dosage! First of all,

understand the "I" is illusion and what "I" says is illusion. The

Master and what He says are also illusion because in Reality, "I" and

"He" do not exist anymore. Go deep in yourself, so deep that you

disappear. Otherwise see what will happen. A goat came in your house

and to make it go out you open the door. The goat goes out but a

camel comes in. The camel is just like the illusion. Thus, be out of

illusion."

 

Bird in Time

Deep, from some anti-quiescent antiquity of memory,

there stirs still, a small feather of a bird

still in a cage of a conceptual reality.

My reality has often taken the role of a "lover of leaving."

In this leaving i always wound up at the same destination -

standing in front of the mirror of my Heart always looking back

from every face i ever saw,

from every body and every mind i ever climbed into.

i climbed OneHeart,

entered the Temple of Bliss in every action

and every thought offered for Love,

unaware i was the Temple ItSelf

Radiating AS OneHeart.

Falling into the Grace of surrender is Grace falling like rain

from every moment before us,

an offering from Love to Love.

We wing through time and space like single feathers

searching for a body to cling to,

for a breast to lean upon,

for a mighty warrior falcon to take flight upon,

and in that search through every speck of existence,

we come face to face each and every time

with our own

Beautiful, Dear Heart.

To become truly Flight Itself,

That Which Carries All Images

and not just more flying somewhere,

someday in some way to someone

for something or other,

one must become as Rumi spoke -

completely featherless.

In that nakedness before our own Heart,

true Humility and Grace merge and burst.

Feathers or no feathers are not different.

All is burnt away in Awareness.

Brilliant singing bird on a sunlit branch of time and space...

Beautiful body of a cold bird on a dark beach of time and space...

There is only One.

 

 

LoveAlways,

Mazie Take off on a romantic weekend or a family adventure to these great U.S. locations.

[Guest guest]

, "Mazie Lane" <sraddha54@h...>

wrote:

> Dear Mazie,

 

Thanks for quoting Shri Ranjit Maharaj. It is nice to see him here.

--Durga

[Guest guest]

Durga wrote...

Thanks for quoting Shri Ranjit Maharaj. It is nice to see him here.--Durga

Ah and even nicer to see YOU here, Mazieji. Sorry, Durgaji, but

Mazie rates!!! Now, don't take that the wrong way.

It is just that she is XXXtra special.

I am sure Ranjitji would understand.

Uh oh, here comes an elephant...got to close the door...oh it's you, Ganesaji?

You are welcome in my humble Home anytime...

even if you are an illusion...

Love to all of you,

Joyce

/join

"Love itself

is the actual form of God."Sri RamanaIn "Letters from Sri

Ramanasramam" by Suri Nagamma

[Guest guest]

, "Lady Joyce" <shaantih@c...>

wrote:

> Durga wrote...

>

> Thanks for quoting Shri Ranjit Maharaj. It is nice to see him here.

> --Durga

>

> Ah and even nicer to see YOU here, Mazieji.

> Sorry, Durgaji, but Mazie rates!!!

> Now, don't take that the wrong way.

> It is just that she is XXXtra special.

> I am sure Ranjitji would understand.

> Uh oh, here comes an elephant...

> got to close the door...oh it's you, Ganesaji?

> You are welcome in my humble Home anytime...

> even if you are an illusion...

>

> Love to all of you,

>

> Joyce

 

Hi Joyce,

 

Why would I take that the wrong way? I only wish I could be as

welcoming, kind and loving as Maharaj was to everyone he met. Maharaj

always saw everyone as "He."

 

As a visitor, I'm not in a position to welcome you home, Mazie, but I

very much enjoy and admire your work and hope I may see more of it.

Best to you, Durga