A new page about the bindu or bija of consciousness.

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Dear friends,

 

I hope you are all well and in good spirits may this new page offered

to the self in all beings, help in that regard.

 

This is a new page about the layers of being and the bindu or bija of

consciousness.

http://www.upnaway.com/~bindu/yogicfire/jiva/jivaindex.htm

 

with love and respect

 

bindu

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oh Bindu!

 

This is simply awesome !

 

I specially liked the reference to 'coat of many colors.'

 

it is interesting how you draw parallels from other religions to

expain Pure Consciousness .

 

Erlier in one of your posts, you had mentioned about 'peeling of

onions' - an analogy used in sufi texts.

 

now , the coat of many colors from the bible ... we all know about

Jacob's coat of many colors .

 

bindu, this is Marvellous!

 

i would like to dedicate this Rumi verse to You for seeing

this 'ONENESS'!

 

The color of my love's hair

>From "The Rhumi songs of the lesser known Gertruda Solomon

Rosenstein" translated (with some paraphrasing, editing and

elucidation) by idyllopus

 

My love has hair. Brown hair. My love has dun brown hair, which is

brown brown.

 

My love reminds me to speak true, and I see he has brown hair which

is not brown brown, for brown is nothing but brown. Brown does not

add to itself by being brown again. One brown is the extent of brown,

and two browns are a redundancy which does nothing to honor the

simplicity of the brown which is the brown of my love's hair.

 

Then, my love stands in the light and I see he has hair that is light

brown, not dark, which is not brown brown, for brown is nothing but

brown. Then my love stands in the dark and I see he has brown hair

which is brown as brown is when it is in the dark.

 

What is the color of brown that I may show you how my love's hair is

brown, just like that there, but light brown also, like brown hair is

when it is in the light.

 

What is the brown of my love's hair that I may describe it so you may

know the brown hair of my love, what the brown of it is like.

 

I ask, why has not my love black hair, ebon black hair, which I could

describe for you as being black as black is, there being nothing less

than black which has not become gray, and therefore not black.

 

"See," my love says, "you are wrong. I have hair of many colors. I am

the rainbow."

 

I ask, why has not my love hair of one color to which I may point on

a pie color chart and say, "Here, you may know the hair color of my

love by this. This is the color of my love's hair."

 

To describe my love's hair color is difficult. My love makes it agony

to describe his hair color, that he may be the rainbow of all color,

not just one or the other, but all.

 

My love's fingers drip with a veritable rainbow of dyes. A coat of

many colors is the hair shirt my lover gives me that I may know him

and the length and breadth and depth of him which painfully itches my

heart where I can not scratch at the flea which is my love from whose

love bite I suffer all the day long, and night too, both, all the day

long as in twenty-four hours.

 

On a white sheet of paper, see, I mix together the colors of the

rainbow that I may know the all of the hair color of my love.

 

It is black.

 

See, with a color wheel of lights I mix together the colors of the

rainbow that I may know the all of the hair color of my love.

 

It is white.

 

"See, here is the penguin, King of my love," I say in truth, and

though it is so I do not know him thus, though it is so, for which

reason I must find him there for I look for my love to find him where

he may be as he stays away from me.

 

Black and white is the color of my love's hair, which from a distance

looks gray, which is neither white nor black.

 

Black and white is the color of my love's hair in which are all

colors and so too also the brown color of hair which is the plumage

under which I have recognized my love, did first recognize my love,

and by which I have vainly tried to describe my love for you, that

you may know him when you see him and remember he is mine and stay

away from him.

 

Black and white is the color of my love's hair in which are all

colors and so too also the brown color of his lockets for which I

await the key which opens them so that as the seas part so too may

his hair and I may see his face in the abyss and know that I am never

alone.

 

"Here, climb this," my love says, throwing me a shorn lock of his

lovely hair. He is mysterious, truly.

 

 

http://www.idyllopuspress.imagedjinn.com/bigsofa/rumi2.htm

 

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love and blessings

 

maybe joyce can explain this with the help of pictures!!

 

- In , "bindu" <binduau> wrote:

> Dear friends,

>

> I hope you are all well and in good spirits may this new page

offered

> to the self in all beings, help in that regard.

>

> This is a new page about the layers of being and the bindu or bija

of

> consciousness.

> http://www.upnaway.com/~bindu/yogicfire/jiva/jivaindex.htm

>

> with love and respect

>

> bindu