Guest guest Posted July 18, 2000 Report Share Posted July 18, 2000 To NDS/Harshasatsangh communities.. I have just returned from four days in another world. I have returned from Nowhere.. a landscape of the Living Heart. A veil opened and we entered... for a span of space within and without time... a trueness. A trueness buoyed by open gracious heart. The trueness appeared as facets. Apparent facets of diversity. Diversity needed to be heard and known. Compassion and joy were the food. Diversity was seen through as emptiness. Diversity was seen through as All. I traveled with an understanding that an aspect of what is being revealed is how to be with others in essential awareness beyond the objectification of the personal. Locus of awareness kept flickering. In and out of personal and impersonal love. Knowing Itself through form and formlessness. I thank.. Greg for your solidness and authentic, exuberant presence. For the Awareness meditation; for your gesture of purchasing a sound system and bringing us, chants, nondual music and especially the Afro-Cuban music. Our joy was matched.. chanting, and you drumming to our salsa dancing in the Zendo before Buddha, Quan Ying and the fireflies. I thank you also for planting the expanding seed of space in our hearts and minds. Gloria, gracious host, for your soulful radiant eyes, open heart, stunning generosity with having handmade mugs for each of us... and for being my eternal sister. David, for the alive dialogue entered seamlessly as we transitioned from the core we've already touched in other mediums. For grounding the awareness of our different rhythms. For your depth and intelligence and for entering the music with me. Nora, for touching my mother heart, for your vulnerability and for the gift of the tee-shirts with OH's three questions on the back. As we took Michael to the airport, people kept reading Jerry's back and smiling. Harsha, for teaching us how to correctly pronounce your name (folks, its articulated as "Hirsha" or "Hursha"); for the twinkle in your eyes; for the openness with which you receive everyone, and mostly for finding this Shambhala where the veil could open and envelope us. OH.. what can we say! We thank you for simply Being There; for your vision (inner and outer), for your fine magic, for leading dirvish whirl, and for the song you gave us. I also thank you for being my graceful dance partner after your dance hiatus of 22 years! Victor, for the earnestness of your inquiry, devotional heart and your exuberant playfulness. Biff (Gloria's husband) for supporting and sustaining this gathering, for your elegance and your story. Mark, for your vulnerability, humor, poetry, music, eyes, jelly roll hug and for introducing us to .. Mary, for reminding me of my roots, for being a mirror as we danced, and for teaching us all that there are no strangers anywhere. Michael, for being larger than life while being totally empty, and for being a playmate through various rhythms for days. Petros, for adding the fullness of your human journey to the clarity of your posts; for your humble heart and kind eyes. Andrew, for your living eyes which see so deeply and radiate Self and for awakening the crystal pattern wave movement within me. Jerry, for the openness of your being and your capacitance to listen to the collective whole with discerning, kind and humorous heart; for midwifing this entire adventure... and mostly for where I find you as echo. Dolores, for nourishing the seeds of Jerry's vision. And I thank all of you who were not there in person, yet whose presence was ever in our hearts and words. Yes, Dave, it was a full moon eclipsed time and we thought of you as we looked up, knowing you also saw this same moon. Bruce and Judi.. there was no phone anywhere near the Center.. but we called you, nonetheless. Mark even dedicated a song to you, Judi. For the long wooden table in the kitchen, which rarely was unattended. For the beauty of the Monastery overlooking trees and lawns and a pond. For the amazing bell rung each day at 7pm evoking a deep resonance to entrain upon. For the balance of the ordinary kitchen with the aesthetics of the Zendo meditation hall. For the various types of frogs calling to each other. For the fireflies. For the path with steps leading nowhere. For the way our Hearts became One. For the Silence. Tonight I read Gene's words.. spoken, perhaps, in a different context, yet they speak to something known this weekend. > Perhaps it is useful to point out, that as a person reaches out > 'experimentally' in order to touch things, thus to 'see what > happens', that the feedback they receive (what seems to happen upon > touching something), is itself what eventually defines the boundaries > or 'parameters' of what is assumed to be self. That is to say, that > there are areas in which touch (of any kind) produces discernable > effects, and there are (apparently) areas in which touch produces no > discernable effect. > There were oodles of moments of touch, in myriad of ways. There were occasions for each of us to recognize these 'parameters' of assumed self. Again and again.. these assumed boundaries were dropped to no discernible effect other than unspeakable aliveness. May this seed of aliveness grow everywhere as we do nothing and love everyone. with tremendous gratitude, Christiana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 18, 2000 Report Share Posted July 18, 2000 Christiana Duranczyk <cpd > I have just returned from four days in another world. I have returned > from Nowhere.. a landscape of the Living Heart. Thank you Christiana for sharing this experience which echoes from behind the tissue of this universe and comes as a shiver on the sky, waters, leafs and ground... the skin of the soul of the. Antoine "The wind blows where it wills, and you hear the sound of it, but you do not know whence it comes or whither it goes; so it is with every one who is born of Spitit." (St. John iii, 8) > > A veil opened and we entered... for a span of space within and without > time... a trueness. > A trueness buoyed by open gracious heart. > The trueness appeared as facets. > Apparent facets of diversity. > Diversity needed to be heard and known. > Compassion and joy were the food. > Diversity was seen through as emptiness. > Diversity was seen through as All. > > I traveled with an understanding that an aspect of what is being > revealed is how to be with others in essential awareness beyond the > objectification of the personal. > Locus of awareness kept flickering. > In and out of personal and impersonal love. > Knowing Itself through form and formlessness. > > I thank.. > > Greg for your solidness and authentic, exuberant presence. For the > Awareness meditation; for your gesture of purchasing a sound system and > bringing us, chants, nondual music and especially the Afro-Cuban music. > Our joy was matched.. chanting, and you drumming to our salsa dancing in > the Zendo before Buddha, Quan Ying and the fireflies. I thank you also > for planting the expanding seed of space in our hearts and minds. > > Gloria, gracious host, for your soulful radiant eyes, open heart, > stunning generosity with having handmade mugs for each of us... and for > being my eternal sister. > > David, for the alive dialogue entered seamlessly as we transitioned from > > the core we've already touched in other mediums. For grounding the > awareness of our different rhythms. For your depth and intelligence and > for entering the music with me. > > Nora, for touching my mother heart, for your vulnerability and for the > gift of the tee-shirts with OH's three questions on the back. As we took > > Michael to the airport, people kept reading Jerry's back and smiling. > > Harsha, for teaching us how to correctly pronounce your name (folks, its > > articulated as "Hirsha" or "Hursha"); for the twinkle in your eyes; for > the openness with which you receive everyone, and mostly for finding > this Shambhala where the veil could open and envelope us. > > OH.. what can we say! We thank you for simply Being There; for your > vision (inner and outer), for your fine magic, for leading dirvish > whirl, and for the song you gave us. I also thank you for being my > graceful dance partner after your dance hiatus of 22 years! > > Victor, for the earnestness of your inquiry, devotional heart and your > exuberant playfulness. > > Biff (Gloria's husband) for supporting and sustaining this gathering, > for your elegance and your story. > > Mark, for your vulnerability, humor, poetry, music, eyes, jelly roll hug > > and for introducing us to .. > > Mary, for reminding me of my roots, for being a mirror as we danced, and > > for teaching us all that there are no strangers anywhere. > > Michael, for being larger than life while being totally empty, and for > being a playmate through various rhythms for days. > > Petros, for adding the fullness of your human journey to the clarity of > your posts; for your humble heart and kind eyes. > > Andrew, for your living eyes which see so deeply and radiate Self and > for awakening the crystal pattern wave movement within me. > > Jerry, for the openness of your being and your capacitance to listen to > the collective whole with discerning, kind and humorous heart; for > midwifing this entire adventure... and mostly for where I find you as > echo. > > Dolores, for nourishing the seeds of Jerry's vision. > > And I thank all of you who were not there in person, yet whose presence > was ever in our hearts and words. > > Yes, Dave, it was a full moon eclipsed time and we thought of you as we > looked up, knowing you also saw this same moon. > > Bruce and Judi.. there was no phone anywhere near the Center.. but we > called you, nonetheless. Mark even dedicated a song to you, Judi. > > For the long wooden table in the kitchen, which rarely was unattended. > For the beauty of the Monastery overlooking trees and lawns and a pond. > For the amazing bell rung each day at 7pm evoking a deep resonance to > entrain upon. > For the balance of the ordinary kitchen with the aesthetics of the Zendo > > meditation hall. > For the various types of frogs calling to each other. > For the fireflies. > For the path with steps leading nowhere. > For the way our Hearts became One. > For the Silence. > > Tonight I read Gene's words.. spoken, perhaps, in a different context, > yet they speak to something known this weekend. > > > Perhaps it is useful to point out, that as a person reaches out > > 'experimentally' in order to touch things, thus to 'see what > > happens', that the feedback they receive (what seems to happen upon > > touching something), is itself what eventually defines the boundaries > > or 'parameters' of what is assumed to be self. That is to say, that > > there are areas in which touch (of any kind) produces discernable > > effects, and there are (apparently) areas in which touch produces no > > discernable effect. > > > > There were oodles of moments of touch, in myriad of ways. There were > occasions for each of us to recognize these 'parameters' of assumed > self. Again and again.. these assumed boundaries were dropped to no > discernible effect other than unspeakable aliveness. > > May this seed of aliveness grow everywhere as we do nothing and love > everyone. > > with tremendous gratitude, > Christiana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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