Guest guest Posted June 11, 2006 Report Share Posted June 11, 2006 This is a story from 2002: Yesterday I was meditating in a forest by a stream. My mind was a bit stirred up as I walked to the spot, but as I sat it quieted down. How can I describe the breath-taking beauty? It was as if melted into a deep puddle of feeling that was hued by leaves and tree trunks, rock and water, and pierced by crystal sounds. A squirrel came down from a tree a ways away, looked at me, fussed around but gradually worked closer and closer until he was peering at me from a few feet, his forlegs perched on a branch that lay near my feet. He was young and there was a softness about him. Not just his fur, but a tenderness in his gaze. In a few moments he had skittered off again. Later last night I was meditating at home. The presence of that squirrel was suddenly so great in my mind. I felt pierced by that presence. " Squirrel dharshan, " I thought. And a deep feeling of blessing poured through me. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 11, 2006 Report Share Posted June 11, 2006 Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart wrote: > > This is a story from 2002: > > > > Yesterday I was meditating in a forest by a stream. > My mind was a bit stirred up as I walked to the spot, > but as I sat it quieted down. How can I describe the > breath-taking beauty? It was as if melted into a > deep puddle of feeling that was hued by leaves and > tree trunks, rock and water, and pierced by crystal > sounds. A squirrel came down from a tree a ways away, > looked at me, fussed around but gradually worked > closer and closer until he was peering at me from > a few feet, his forlegs perched on a branch that lay > near my feet. He was young and there was a softness > about him. Not just his fur, but a tenderness in his > gaze. In a few moments he had skittered off again. > > Later last night I was meditating at home. The > presence of that squirrel was suddenly so great > in my mind. I felt pierced by that presence. > " Squirrel dharshan, " I thought. And a deep > feeling of blessing poured through me. > You're a very lonely man, Bill. No, just kidding. Beautifully written, great choice of words. Noticed you chose to spell " fussing. " without " poetic license. " :-) ~*~ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 12, 2006 Report Share Posted June 12, 2006 Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart@> > wrote: > > > > This is a story from 2002: > > > > > > > > Yesterday I was meditating in a forest by a stream. > > My mind was a bit stirred up as I walked to the spot, > > but as I sat it quieted down. How can I describe the > > breath-taking beauty? It was as if melted into a > > deep puddle of feeling that was hued by leaves and > > tree trunks, rock and water, and pierced by crystal > > sounds. A squirrel came down from a tree a ways away, > > looked at me, fussed around but gradually worked > > closer and closer until he was peering at me from > > a few feet, his forlegs perched on a branch that lay > > near my feet. He was young and there was a softness > > about him. Not just his fur, but a tenderness in his > > gaze. In a few moments he had skittered off again. > > > > Later last night I was meditating at home. The > > presence of that squirrel was suddenly so great > > in my mind. I felt pierced by that presence. > > " Squirrel dharshan, " I thought. And a deep > > feeling of blessing poured through me. > > > > You're a very lonely man, Bill. > > No, just kidding. Beautifully written, great choice of words. > Noticed you chose to spell " fussing. " without " poetic license. " > > :-) > > ~*~ > I agree, beautifully written Bill prose is poetry too sky (Robert?) nature darshan is amazing. Let the wind speak to you, let the air breathe you the trees bLet the wind speak to you,ow in your presence and may the ground rise to meet you half way to the stars. ;-) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 12, 2006 Report Share Posted June 12, 2006 Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <anabebe57 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart@> > > wrote: > > > > > > This is a story from 2002: > > > > > > > > > > > > Yesterday I was meditating in a forest by a stream. > > > My mind was a bit stirred up as I walked to the spot, > > > but as I sat it quieted down. How can I describe the > > > breath-taking beauty? It was as if melted into a > > > deep puddle of feeling that was hued by leaves and > > > tree trunks, rock and water, and pierced by crystal > > > sounds. A squirrel came down from a tree a ways away, > > > looked at me, fussed around but gradually worked > > > closer and closer until he was peering at me from > > > a few feet, his forlegs perched on a branch that lay > > > near my feet. He was young and there was a softness > > > about him. Not just his fur, but a tenderness in his > > > gaze. In a few moments he had skittered off again. > > > > > > Later last night I was meditating at home. The > > > presence of that squirrel was suddenly so great > > > in my mind. I felt pierced by that presence. > > > " Squirrel dharshan, " I thought. And a deep > > > feeling of blessing poured through me. > > > > > > > You're a very lonely man, Bill. > > > > No, just kidding. Beautifully written, great choice of words. > > Noticed you chose to spell " fussing. " without " poetic license. " > > > > :-) > > > > ~*~ > > > > I agree, beautifully written Bill prose is poetry too sky (Robert?) > nature darshan is amazing. > > Let the wind speak to you, > let the air breathe you > the trees bow in your presence > and may the ground rise to > meet you half way to the stars. > ;-) > i swear it sent it like this, but compputer darshan is quite literal I'm afraid. ;-) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 12, 2006 Report Share Posted June 12, 2006 Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart wrote: > > This is a story from 2002: > > > > Yesterday I was meditating in a forest by a stream. > My mind was a bit stirred up as I walked to the spot, > but as I sat it quieted down. How can I describe the > breath-taking beauty? It was as if melted into a > deep puddle of feeling that was hued by leaves and > tree trunks, rock and water, and pierced by crystal > sounds. A squirrel came down from a tree a ways away, > looked at me, fussed around but gradually worked > closer and closer until he was peering at me from > a few feet, his forlegs perched on a branch that lay > near my feet. He was young and there was a softness > about him. Not just his fur, but a tenderness in his > gaze. In a few moments he had skittered off again. > > Later last night I was meditating at home. The > presence of that squirrel was suddenly so great > in my mind. I felt pierced by that presence. > " Squirrel dharshan, " I thought. And a deep > feeling of blessing poured through me. > Come back when your very being is located at the mid-point between you and the squirrel. toombaru Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 12, 2006 Report Share Posted June 12, 2006 Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart@> > wrote: > > > > This is a story from 2002: > > > > > > > > Yesterday I was meditating in a forest by a stream. > > My mind was a bit stirred up as I walked to the spot, > > but as I sat it quieted down. How can I describe the > > breath-taking beauty? It was as if melted into a > > deep puddle of feeling that was hued by leaves and > > tree trunks, rock and water, and pierced by crystal > > sounds. A squirrel came down from a tree a ways away, > > looked at me, fussed around but gradually worked > > closer and closer until he was peering at me from > > a few feet, his forlegs perched on a branch that lay > > near my feet. He was young and there was a softness > > about him. Not just his fur, but a tenderness in his > > gaze. In a few moments he had skittered off again. > > > > Later last night I was meditating at home. The > > presence of that squirrel was suddenly so great > > in my mind. I felt pierced by that presence. > > " Squirrel dharshan, " I thought. And a deep > > feeling of blessing poured through me. > > > > > > > Come back when your very being is located at the mid-point between you > and the squirrel. > > > > > > toombaru that afternoon when the squirrel came I was all over that canyon I was the water the trees the leaves the sounds and the air and I was none of those it was an unbroken wholeness piercingly silent in rapt stillness Bill Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 12, 2006 Report Share Posted June 12, 2006 Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart@> > > wrote: > > > > > > This is a story from 2002: > > > > > > > > > > > > Yesterday I was meditating in a forest by a stream. > > > My mind was a bit stirred up as I walked to the spot, > > > but as I sat it quieted down. How can I describe the > > > breath-taking beauty? It was as if melted into a > > > deep puddle of feeling that was hued by leaves and > > > tree trunks, rock and water, and pierced by crystal > > > sounds. A squirrel came down from a tree a ways away, > > > looked at me, fussed around but gradually worked > > > closer and closer until he was peering at me from > > > a few feet, his forlegs perched on a branch that lay > > > near my feet. He was young and there was a softness > > > about him. Not just his fur, but a tenderness in his > > > gaze. In a few moments he had skittered off again. > > > > > > Later last night I was meditating at home. The > > > presence of that squirrel was suddenly so great > > > in my mind. I felt pierced by that presence. > > > " Squirrel dharshan, " I thought. And a deep > > > feeling of blessing poured through me. > > > > > > > > > > > > > Come back when your very being is located at the mid-point between you > > and the squirrel. > > > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > that afternoon > when the squirrel came > I was all over that canyon > > I was the water > the trees > the leaves > > the sounds and the air > > and I was none of those > > it was an unbroken wholeness > piercingly silent in rapt stillness > > > Bill > It cannot be seen as an entity located somewhere, because it is not created or made by anything. Nor can it be seen as just being empty, because there exists the transparent radiance of its own luminous clarity and awareness. Leo Hartong Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 12, 2006 Report Share Posted June 12, 2006 Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart@> > wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@> wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart@> > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > This is a story from 2002: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Yesterday I was meditating in a forest by a stream. > > > > My mind was a bit stirred up as I walked to the spot, > > > > but as I sat it quieted down. How can I describe the > > > > breath-taking beauty? It was as if melted into a > > > > deep puddle of feeling that was hued by leaves and > > > > tree trunks, rock and water, and pierced by crystal > > > > sounds. A squirrel came down from a tree a ways away, > > > > looked at me, fussed around but gradually worked > > > > closer and closer until he was peering at me from > > > > a few feet, his forlegs perched on a branch that lay > > > > near my feet. He was young and there was a softness > > > > about him. Not just his fur, but a tenderness in his > > > > gaze. In a few moments he had skittered off again. > > > > > > > > Later last night I was meditating at home. The > > > > presence of that squirrel was suddenly so great > > > > in my mind. I felt pierced by that presence. > > > > " Squirrel dharshan, " I thought. And a deep > > > > feeling of blessing poured through me. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Come back when your very being is located at the mid-point between you > > > and the squirrel. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > that afternoon > > when the squirrel came > > I was all over that canyon > > > > I was the water > > the trees > > the leaves > > > > the sounds and the air > > > > and I was none of those > > > > it was an unbroken wholeness > > piercingly silent in rapt stillness > > > > > > Bill > > It cannot be seen as an entity located somewhere, because it is not > created or made by anything. > > Nor can it be seen as just being empty, because there exists the > transparent radiance of its own luminous clarity and awareness. > > > > > Leo Hartong > and... there is no one to see it there is no it to be seen Nisargadatta sometimes speaks of " solid like a rock " , as in: In the now you are both the movable and the immovable. So far you took yourself to be the movable and overlooked the immovable. Turn your mind inside out. Overlook the movable and you will find yourself to be the ever-present, changeless reality, inexpressible, but solid like a rock. Bill Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 12, 2006 Report Share Posted June 12, 2006 Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart@> > > wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@> wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart@> > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > This is a story from 2002: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Yesterday I was meditating in a forest by a stream. > > > > > My mind was a bit stirred up as I walked to the spot, > > > > > but as I sat it quieted down. How can I describe the > > > > > breath-taking beauty? It was as if melted into a > > > > > deep puddle of feeling that was hued by leaves and > > > > > tree trunks, rock and water, and pierced by crystal > > > > > sounds. A squirrel came down from a tree a ways away, > > > > > looked at me, fussed around but gradually worked > > > > > closer and closer until he was peering at me from > > > > > a few feet, his forlegs perched on a branch that lay > > > > > near my feet. He was young and there was a softness > > > > > about him. Not just his fur, but a tenderness in his > > > > > gaze. In a few moments he had skittered off again. > > > > > > > > > > Later last night I was meditating at home. The > > > > > presence of that squirrel was suddenly so great > > > > > in my mind. I felt pierced by that presence. > > > > > " Squirrel dharshan, " I thought. And a deep > > > > > feeling of blessing poured through me. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Come back when your very being is located at the mid-point > between you > > > > and the squirrel. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > > > that afternoon > > > when the squirrel came > > > I was all over that canyon > > > > > > I was the water > > > the trees > > > the leaves > > > > > > the sounds and the air > > > > > > and I was none of those > > > > > > it was an unbroken wholeness > > > piercingly silent in rapt stillness > > > > > > > > > Bill > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > It cannot be seen as an entity located somewhere, because it is not > > created or made by anything. > > > > Nor can it be seen as just being empty, because there exists the > > transparent radiance of its own luminous clarity and awareness. > > > > > > > > > > Leo Hartong > > > > and... > > there is no one to see it > there is no it to be seen > > Nisargadatta sometimes speaks of > " solid like a rock " , as in: > > In the now you are both the movable and the > immovable. So far you took yourself to be the > movable and overlooked the immovable. Turn your > mind inside out. Overlook the movable and you will > find yourself to be the ever-present, changeless > reality, inexpressible, but solid like a rock. > > > Bill > and the cool river flows over the rock, wearing down edges, smooth polished shining in the sun, glistening in the moon,... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 12, 2006 Report Share Posted June 12, 2006 Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart@> > > wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@> wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart@> > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > This is a story from 2002: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Yesterday I was meditating in a forest by a stream. > > > > > My mind was a bit stirred up as I walked to the spot, > > > > > but as I sat it quieted down. How can I describe the > > > > > breath-taking beauty? It was as if melted into a > > > > > deep puddle of feeling that was hued by leaves and > > > > > tree trunks, rock and water, and pierced by crystal > > > > > sounds. A squirrel came down from a tree a ways away, > > > > > looked at me, fussed around but gradually worked > > > > > closer and closer until he was peering at me from > > > > > a few feet, his forlegs perched on a branch that lay > > > > > near my feet. He was young and there was a softness > > > > > about him. Not just his fur, but a tenderness in his > > > > > gaze. In a few moments he had skittered off again. > > > > > > > > > > Later last night I was meditating at home. The > > > > > presence of that squirrel was suddenly so great > > > > > in my mind. I felt pierced by that presence. > > > > > " Squirrel dharshan, " I thought. And a deep > > > > > feeling of blessing poured through me. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Come back when your very being is located at the mid-point > between you > > > > and the squirrel. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > > > that afternoon > > > when the squirrel came > > > I was all over that canyon > > > > > > I was the water > > > the trees > > > the leaves > > > > > > the sounds and the air > > > > > > and I was none of those > > > > > > it was an unbroken wholeness > > > piercingly silent in rapt stillness > > > > > > > > > Bill > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > It cannot be seen as an entity located somewhere, because it is not > > created or made by anything. > > > > Nor can it be seen as just being empty, because there exists the > > transparent radiance of its own luminous clarity and awareness. > > > > > > > > > > Leo Hartong > > > > and... > > there is no one to see it > there is no it to be seen > > Nisargadatta sometimes speaks of > " solid like a rock " , as in: > > In the now you are both the movable and the > immovable. So far you took yourself to be the > movable and overlooked the immovable. Turn your > mind inside out. Overlook the movable and you will > find yourself to be the ever-present, changeless > reality, inexpressible, but solid like a rock. > > > Bill > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 12, 2006 Report Share Posted June 12, 2006 Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <anabebe57 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart@> > wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@> > wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart@> > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " > <lastrain@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " > <pliantheart@> > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > This is a story from 2002: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Yesterday I was meditating in a forest by a stream. > > > > > > My mind was a bit stirred up as I walked to the spot, > > > > > > but as I sat it quieted down. How can I describe the > > > > > > breath-taking beauty? It was as if melted into a > > > > > > deep puddle of feeling that was hued by leaves and > > > > > > tree trunks, rock and water, and pierced by crystal > > > > > > sounds. A squirrel came down from a tree a ways away, > > > > > > looked at me, fussed around but gradually worked > > > > > > closer and closer until he was peering at me from > > > > > > a few feet, his forlegs perched on a branch that lay > > > > > > near my feet. He was young and there was a softness > > > > > > about him. Not just his fur, but a tenderness in his > > > > > > gaze. In a few moments he had skittered off again. > > > > > > > > > > > > Later last night I was meditating at home. The > > > > > > presence of that squirrel was suddenly so great > > > > > > in my mind. I felt pierced by that presence. > > > > > > " Squirrel dharshan, " I thought. And a deep > > > > > > feeling of blessing poured through me. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Come back when your very being is located at the mid-point > > between you > > > > > and the squirrel. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > > > > > that afternoon > > > > when the squirrel came > > > > I was all over that canyon > > > > > > > > I was the water > > > > the trees > > > > the leaves > > > > > > > > the sounds and the air > > > > > > > > and I was none of those > > > > > > > > it was an unbroken wholeness > > > > piercingly silent in rapt stillness > > > > > > > > > > > > Bill > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > It cannot be seen as an entity located somewhere, because it is > not > > > created or made by anything. > > > > > > Nor can it be seen as just being empty, because there exists the > > > transparent radiance of its own luminous clarity and awareness. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Leo Hartong > > > > > > > and... > > > > there is no one to see it > > there is no it to be seen > > > > Nisargadatta sometimes speaks of > > " solid like a rock " , as in: > > > > In the now you are both the movable and the > > immovable. So far you took yourself to be the > > movable and overlooked the immovable. Turn your > > mind inside out. Overlook the movable and you will > > find yourself to be the ever-present, changeless > > reality, inexpressible, but solid like a rock. > > > > > > Bill > > > > > and the cool river flows over the rock, > wearing down edges, smooth > polished > shining in the sun, > glistening in the moon,... > baby, I love it when you talk like that! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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