Guest guest Posted September 8, 2002 Report Share Posted September 8, 2002 Respect for the Dance Last Sunday we went to San Francisco. Specifically, we went to Golden Gate Park and walked through The Arboretum and sat at the amphitheatre watching people dance. These beautiful beings were dancing to swing music and swinging Along on the arm of God. It brings to mind the poem by Hafiz called " The Tethered Falcon. " Here is the thing - A Tethered Falcon My heart sits on the Arm of God Like a tethered falcon Suddenly unhooded. I am now blessedly crazed Because my Master's Astounding Effulgence Is in constant view. My piercing eyes, Which have searched every world For Tenderness and Love, Now lock on the Royal Target - The Wild Holy One Whose Beauty Illuminates Existence. My soul endures a magnificent longing. I am a tethered falcon With great wings and sharp talons poised, Every sinew taut, like a Sacred Bow, Quivering at the edge of my Self And Eternal Freedom, Though still held in check By a miraculous Divine Golden Cord. Beloved, I am waiting for You to free me Into Your Mind And Infinite Being. I am pleading in absolute helplessness To hear, finally, your Words of Grace: Fly! Fly into Me! Hafiz, Who can understand Your sublime Nearness and Separation? Later in the day when we returned to this pavillion of Dancers there was a band playing sublime music, so sublimely entrancing to the Heart that the pigeons had gathered about and were jostling for the best position to hear and watch these dear music-makers, these Darling Beloveds with little red hats on and their Hearts bursting with Joy and pride to be playing for the Beloved. Being moved and making the move to move on in our Sunday adventure, we wandered over to Spreckles lake where Robert had played as a young boy with his best friend Eric. (Eric was killed later in the Viet Nam war.) So we sat beside the lake locked in one another's eyes and arms and the day was blossomed open with a piercing Fragrance of the Beloved One caressing our Hearts as we touched and kissed and communed with That One through each other and the lake and the ducks and the geese and the sweet children gathered all about with the families everywhere. This thing about God's Fragrance – It's a real thing to me. Some gift of Grace has given me the ability to smell scents from beyond, from the elsewhere and everywhere at once. These scents have no name and they do not exist in this material world and I have never been able to identify them. Ahhhh. The Unidentifiable One presents again…and the identity of who i am baffles me. After eating peanuts from blue bags, from one another's hands, from the hand of the One Who Holds a Tethered Falcon on His Arm, we went to our little traveling caravansarai, our Kaaba, and we were driven and drove over to the Palace of the Veterans, or some name similar to that. We stood beneath the statue by Rodin called " The Thinker " and thought of how blessed our life is together. How utterly blessed our life is together. We searched a long time to find one another again, you know. Perhaps you understand this thing and perhaps you might not quite fathom the immense and unbelievable grace that would take two needles from some Cosmic haystack called earth and put them together again. We were always Beloveds and we belong to one another and we belong to the Beloved, the Beloved Beautiful One alone. From six billion tiny beings being as tiny ants crawling across time and space we found each other again. Such is the Mercy of the Merciful One. Who can fathom such a One Who would give us back to the Heart, to our OneHeart and OneMind we promised to Emancipate together before existence, in some pre-existence we were together as, as, well as Pre-Existence Particulars! As Dear Hafiz has said – " God can do things like that. " And He can. And He does. And He did. Outside of the veteran's palace is a memorial dedicated to the victims of the Holocaust of WWII. Robert and I went to this memorial that overlooks one of the most stunningly beautiful views in the world. The bay and the bridge and the sky just open up there and swallow any Heart that has even the slightest opening. And I guess one might say that my Mashuq and I have a bit of a Crack in the Heart that wants to taste God and Life and Light and one another. So we walked down the steps that lead to the actual sculptures that are portrayed as the lifeless bodies of the children and fathers and mothers and friends – all lying down and done in white and each one touching the other in some tender way. It was so beautiful and serene of a vision of these lifeless beings lying about in Blissful Forgetfulness of any attachment to any religion or any timeframe. One lone man, one white statue stands frozen in front of a barbed wire fence standing forever gazing out at the Ocean and the Golden Gate Bridge. And the Vastness. The complete Bliss that overtook my Darling and I at this tableau before us, the bodies in white, the enormous view of everything and Nothing, the Eternal Heartbeat Of OneHeart just broke inside of us simultaneously. Being swept into this, This Moment of complete harmony and submission to Love and whatever Is that Is and was presenting as This Moment Now, we embraced, we fell into one another's arms and suddenly we found ourselves Dancing. We were The Dance Waltzing in It's Own Joyfulness and Playfulness and we became lost in That Joy which came over us and into us and there was no Holocaust, and there were no victims, and there was no us, and there was no reason to ever fear anything or cling to anything or be dictated to by anything from the past that was appearing as this tribute, this memorial for the slain. We were the waking dead waking up to what is. We were waltzing waking wonderful OneHeart oblivious to anything but that Love, that Love. The Love. Somehow I imagine that there are those who did not and do not understand how we could Dance at a memorial for the Holocaust victims. We did not. We were done and we were Danced by the Beloved, The Beautiful Beloved One. We did nothing but surrender to That Moment and It took us and It Danced us. Doubt not that we have the utmost respect for the families of the Holocaust victims, and the Jewish folks everywhere, and the episode of the WWII Mystery that allowed this to happen. But Darling Friends, we have another kind of Respect – Respect for the Dance. What are you gonna do? So we Danced. Between the banks of pain and pleasure the river of life flows. It is only when the mind refuses to flow with life, and gets stuck at the banks, that it becomes a problem. By flowing with life, I mean acceptance - letting come what comes and go what goes. Desire not, fear not, observe the actual, as and when it happens, for you are not what happens, you are to whom it happens. Ultimately even the observer you are not. - Nisargadatta Maharaj LoveAlways, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 9, 2002 Report Share Posted September 9, 2002 Hmmm Mazie, so you and Bob are dancing, making movies here on Nisargadatta nowadays... love to you both caiti :-)) --- mazie_l <sraddha54 wrote: > > Respect for the Dance > > > Last Sunday we went to San Francisco. > Specifically, we went to Golden Gate Park and walked > through > The Arboretum and sat at the amphitheatre watching people > dance. > These beautiful beings were dancing to swing music and > swinging > Along on the arm of God. It brings to mind the poem by > Hafiz called > " The Tethered Falcon. " Here is the thing - > > A Tethered Falcon > > My heart sits on the Arm of God > Like a tethered falcon > Suddenly unhooded. > > I am now blessedly crazed > Because my Master's Astounding Effulgence > Is in constant view. > > My piercing eyes, > Which have searched every world > For Tenderness and Love, > Now lock on the Royal Target - > The Wild Holy One > Whose Beauty Illuminates Existence. > > My soul endures a magnificent longing. > > I am a tethered falcon > With great wings and sharp talons poised, > Every sinew taut, like a Sacred Bow, > Quivering at the edge of my Self > And Eternal Freedom, > > Though still held in check > By a miraculous > Divine Golden Cord. > > Beloved, > I am waiting for You to free me > Into Your Mind > And Infinite Being. > I am pleading in absolute helplessness > To hear, finally, your Words of Grace: > Fly! Fly into Me! > > Hafiz, > Who can understand > Your sublime Nearness and Separation? > > > > Later in the day when we returned to this pavillion of > Dancers there > was a band playing sublime music, so sublimely entrancing > to the > Heart that the pigeons had gathered about and were > jostling for the > best position to hear and watch these dear music-makers, > these Darling > Beloveds with little red hats on and their Hearts > bursting with Joy > and pride to be playing for the Beloved. > Being moved and making the move to move on in our Sunday > adventure, > we wandered over to Spreckles lake where Robert had > played as a young > boy with his best friend Eric. (Eric was killed later in > the Viet Nam > war.) So we sat beside the lake locked in one another's > eyes and arms > and the day was blossomed open with a piercing Fragrance > of the > Beloved One caressing our Hearts as we touched and kissed > and > communed with That One through each other and the lake > and the ducks and the geese and the sweet children > gathered all about > with the families everywhere. > This thing about God's Fragrance – It's a real thing to > me. Some gift > of Grace has given me the ability to smell scents from > beyond, from > the elsewhere and everywhere at once. These scents have > no name and > they do not exist in this material world and I have never > been able > to identify them. Ahhhh. The Unidentifiable One presents > again…and > the identity of who i am baffles me. > > After eating peanuts from blue bags, from one another's > hands, from > the hand of the One Who Holds a Tethered Falcon on His > Arm, we went > to our little traveling caravansarai, our Kaaba, and we > were driven > and drove over to the Palace of the Veterans, or some > name similar to > that. > We stood beneath the statue by Rodin called " The Thinker " > and thought > of how blessed our life is together. How utterly blessed > our life is > together. We searched a long time to find one another > again, you > know. Perhaps you understand this thing and perhaps you > might not > quite fathom the immense and unbelievable grace that > would take two > needles from some Cosmic haystack called earth and put > them together > again. We were always Beloveds and we belong to one > another > and we belong to the Beloved, the Beloved Beautiful One > alone. From > six billion tiny beings being as tiny ants crawling > across > time and space we found each other again. Such is the > Mercy of the > Merciful One. Who can fathom such a One Who would give us > back to the > Heart, to our OneHeart and OneMind we promised to > Emancipate together > before existence, in some pre-existence we were together > as, as, well > as Pre-Existence Particulars! As Dear Hafiz has said – > " God can do > things like that. " And He can. And He does. And He did. > > Outside of the veteran's palace is a memorial dedicated > to the > victims of the Holocaust of WWII. Robert and I went to > this memorial > that overlooks one of the most stunningly beautiful views > in the world. The bay and the bridge and the sky just > open up there > and swallow any Heart that has even the slightest > opening. And I > guess one might say that my Mashuq and I have a bit of a > Crack in the > Heart that wants to taste God and Life and Light and one > another. So > we walked down the steps that lead to the actual > sculptures that are > portrayed as the lifeless bodies of the children and > fathers > and mothers and friends – all lying down and done in > white and each > one touching the other in some tender way. It was so > beautiful and > serene of a vision of these lifeless beings lying about > in Blissful > Forgetfulness of any attachment to any religion or any > timeframe. One > lone man, one white statue stands frozen in front of a > barbed wire > fence standing forever gazing out at the Ocean and the > Golden > Gate Bridge. And the Vastness. The complete Bliss that > overtook my > Darling and I at this tableau before us, the bodies in > white, the > enormous view of everything and Nothing, the Eternal > Heartbeat > Of OneHeart just broke inside of us simultaneously. Being > swept into > this, This Moment of complete harmony and submission to > Love and > whatever Is that Is and was presenting as This Moment > Now, > we embraced, we fell into one another's arms and suddenly > we found > ourselves Dancing. We were The Dance Waltzing in It's Own > Joyfulness > and Playfulness and we became lost in That Joy which came > over us and > into us and there was no Holocaust, and there were no > victims, and > there was no us, and there was no reason to ever fear > anything or > cling to anything or be dictated to by anything from the > past that > was appearing as this tribute, this memorial for the > slain. We were > the waking dead waking up to what is. > We were waltzing waking wonderful OneHeart oblivious to > anything but > that Love, that Love. The Love. > > Somehow I imagine that there are those who did not and do > not > understand how we could Dance at a memorial for the > Holocaust > victims. We did not. We were done and we were Danced by > the === message truncated === Finance - Get real-time stock quotes http://finance. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 9, 2002 Report Share Posted September 9, 2002 Nisargadatta, Caiti <caitionline> wrote: > Hmmm Mazie, so you and Bob are dancing, making movies here on Nisargadatta nowadays... love to you both caiti :-)) Dearest Caiti, Dearest Dear Caiti, It is so fine to hear from you once again! Yes we are here at Nisargadatta doing what it is we do. Just what that is we do not know. But we do it and are done by It and in so doing we do nothing and nothing is ever done. Ha. i've missed your sweet voice my friend and how happy is my Heart to hear you now. Hey Ram! Jai to Caiti always so Joyful and Jolly and never jockeying for position. Here's a gem from Sri Nisargadatta - " People who think themselves to be in a position to air their knowledge forget one basic fact, namely that they go by mere appearances. Someone expounds knowledge and the one who receives it begins to ape the person from whom he has received the knowledge. Thus, whatever the teacher wears, he will wear; whatever mannerisms the teacher affects, he will imitate. And the transfer of so- called " knowledge " has been only that of concepts. This is essentially how tradition becomes established and traditional forms of worship come into being, all of which has nothing to do with the basic knowledge. " ~Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj LoveAlways, Mazie > > --- mazie_l <sraddha54@h...> wrote: > > > > Respect for the Dance > > > > > > Last Sunday we went to San Francisco. > > Specifically, we went to Golden Gate Park and walked > > through > > The Arboretum and sat at the amphitheatre watching people > > dance. > > These beautiful beings were dancing to swing music and > > swinging > > Along on the arm of God. It brings to mind the poem by > > Hafiz called > > " The Tethered Falcon. " Here is the thing - > > > > A Tethered Falcon > > > > My heart sits on the Arm of God > > Like a tethered falcon > > Suddenly unhooded. > > > > I am now blessedly crazed > > Because my Master's Astounding Effulgence > > Is in constant view. > > > > My piercing eyes, > > Which have searched every world > > For Tenderness and Love, > > Now lock on the Royal Target - > > The Wild Holy One > > Whose Beauty Illuminates Existence. > > > > My soul endures a magnificent longing. > > > > I am a tethered falcon > > With great wings and sharp talons poised, > > Every sinew taut, like a Sacred Bow, > > Quivering at the edge of my Self > > And Eternal Freedom, > > > > Though still held in check > > By a miraculous > > Divine Golden Cord. > > > > Beloved, > > I am waiting for You to free me > > Into Your Mind > > And Infinite Being. > > I am pleading in absolute helplessness > > To hear, finally, your Words of Grace: > > Fly! Fly into Me! > > > > Hafiz, > > Who can understand > > Your sublime Nearness and Separation? > > > > > > > > Later in the day when we returned to this pavillion of > > Dancers there > > was a band playing sublime music, so sublimely entrancing > > to the > > Heart that the pigeons had gathered about and were > > jostling for the > > best position to hear and watch these dear music-makers, > > these Darling > > Beloveds with little red hats on and their Hearts > > bursting with Joy > > and pride to be playing for the Beloved. > > Being moved and making the move to move on in our Sunday > > adventure, > > we wandered over to Spreckles lake where Robert had > > played as a young > > boy with his best friend Eric. (Eric was killed later in > > the Viet Nam > > war.) So we sat beside the lake locked in one another's > > eyes and arms > > and the day was blossomed open with a piercing Fragrance > > of the > > Beloved One caressing our Hearts as we touched and kissed > > and > > communed with That One through each other and the lake > > and the ducks and the geese and the sweet children > > gathered all about > > with the families everywhere. > > This thing about God's Fragrance – It's a real thing to > > me. Some gift > > of Grace has given me the ability to smell scents from > > beyond, from > > the elsewhere and everywhere at once. These scents have > > no name and > > they do not exist in this material world and I have never > > been able > > to identify them. Ahhhh. The Unidentifiable One presents > > again…and > > the identity of who i am baffles me. > > > > After eating peanuts from blue bags, from one another's > > hands, from > > the hand of the One Who Holds a Tethered Falcon on His > > Arm, we went > > to our little traveling caravansarai, our Kaaba, and we > > were driven > > and drove over to the Palace of the Veterans, or some > > name similar to > > that. > > We stood beneath the statue by Rodin called " The Thinker " > > and thought > > of how blessed our life is together. How utterly blessed > > our life is > > together. We searched a long time to find one another > > again, you > > know. Perhaps you understand this thing and perhaps you > > might not > > quite fathom the immense and unbelievable grace that > > would take two > > needles from some Cosmic haystack called earth and put > > them together > > again. We were always Beloveds and we belong to one > > another > > and we belong to the Beloved, the Beloved Beautiful One > > alone. From > > six billion tiny beings being as tiny ants crawling > > across > > time and space we found each other again. Such is the > > Mercy of the > > Merciful One. Who can fathom such a One Who would give us > > back to the > > Heart, to our OneHeart and OneMind we promised to > > Emancipate together > > before existence, in some pre-existence we were together > > as, as, well > > as Pre-Existence Particulars! As Dear Hafiz has said – > > " God can do > > things like that. " And He can. And He does. And He did. > > > > Outside of the veteran's palace is a memorial dedicated > > to the > > victims of the Holocaust of WWII. Robert and I went to > > this memorial > > that overlooks one of the most stunningly beautiful views > > in the world. The bay and the bridge and the sky just > > open up there > > and swallow any Heart that has even the slightest > > opening. And I > > guess one might say that my Mashuq and I have a bit of a > > Crack in the > > Heart that wants to taste God and Life and Light and one > > another. So > > we walked down the steps that lead to the actual > > sculptures that are > > portrayed as the lifeless bodies of the children and > > fathers > > and mothers and friends – all lying down and done in > > white and each > > one touching the other in some tender way. It was so > > beautiful and > > serene of a vision of these lifeless beings lying about > > in Blissful > > Forgetfulness of any attachment to any religion or any > > timeframe. One > > lone man, one white statue stands frozen in front of a > > barbed wire > > fence standing forever gazing out at the Ocean and the > > Golden > > Gate Bridge. And the Vastness. The complete Bliss that > > overtook my > > Darling and I at this tableau before us, the bodies in > > white, the > > enormous view of everything and Nothing, the Eternal > > Heartbeat > > Of OneHeart just broke inside of us simultaneously. Being > > swept into > > this, This Moment of complete harmony and submission to > > Love and > > whatever Is that Is and was presenting as This Moment > > Now, > > we embraced, we fell into one another's arms and suddenly > > we found > > ourselves Dancing. We were The Dance Waltzing in It's Own > > Joyfulness > > and Playfulness and we became lost in That Joy which came > > over us and > > into us and there was no Holocaust, and there were no > > victims, and > > there was no us, and there was no reason to ever fear > > anything or > > cling to anything or be dictated to by anything from the > > past that > > was appearing as this tribute, this memorial for the > > slain. We were > > the waking dead waking up to what is. > > We were waltzing waking wonderful OneHeart oblivious to > > anything but > > that Love, that Love. The Love. > > > > Somehow I imagine that there are those who did not and do > > not > > understand how we could Dance at a memorial for the > > Holocaust > > victims. We did not. We were done and we were Danced by > > the > === message truncated === > > > > > Finance - Get real-time stock quotes > http://finance. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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