Wednesday, August 20, 2014

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The cosmos that you and I are experiencing right now, with trees, plants, peoples, houses, cars, stars and galaxies, is just consciousness expressing itself at one particular frequency.

—Deepak Chopra






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All that happens is the cause of all that happens. Causes are numberless; the idea of a sole cause is an illusion.

—Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj


















the universe is a self-excited circuit





 

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My father leaned in closer and spoke louder. “We have a question we’ve always wanted to ask you,” he said, over-enunciating every word.

“If observers create reality, where do the observers come from?”

[Physicist John] Wheeler smiled. “From physics. From the universe. I like to say”— he paused, trying to find the words — “that the universe is a self-excited circuit.”


–Amanda Gefter
Trespassing on Einstein’s Lawn



A Poetic Version:

I know that nothing has ever been real
without my beholding it.
All becoming has needed me.
My looking ripens things
and they come toward me, to meet and be met.

–Rainer Maria Rilke
Book of Hours, I-1







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Tuesday, August 19, 2014

time







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For the birds there is not a time that they tell,
but the point vierge between darkness and light, between being and nonbeing. 
You can tell yourself the time by their waking,
if you are experienced. 

But that is your folly, not theirs.


–Thomas Merton
Confessions of a Guilty Bystander






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Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes.
Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.


—Rumi














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Time is what keeps the light from reaching us. 
There is no greater obstacle to God than time: and not only time but temporalities, not only temporal things but temporal affections, not only temporal affections but the very taint and smell of time.


–Meister Eckhart





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Monday, August 18, 2014

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Be with no one but me.
When you are with everyone but me, you’re with no one.
When you are with no one but me, you’re with everyone.
Instead of being so bound up with everyone, be everyone.
When you become that many, you’re nothing.
Empty.


–Rumi





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I am a traveler








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I am a fountain, You are my water.
I flow from You to You.

I am an eye, You are my light,
I look from You to You.

You are neither my right nor my left.
You are my foot and my arm as well.

I am a traveler, You are my road.
I go from You to You.


–Zeynep Hatun, 15th Century,
Murat Yagan translation








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the gladdest thing








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Ah, not to be cut off,
not through the slightest partition
shut out from the law of the stars.
 
The inner -- what is it?
if not the intensified sky,
hurled through with birds and deep
with the winds of homecoming.

–Rainer Maria Rilke
Stephen Mitchell version





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Sunday, August 17, 2014

for your Sunday










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today







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Find out what is immediate, intimate, instead of trying to find out what is distant and unknown.
 
–Ramana Maharshi








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There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.


—William Stafford








the lover of god, excerpt


 





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You innocent,
so careless with your lapful of red flowers,
eyes searching the moonless woods
for his eyes looking back.
Not there tonight. No sound but the bees
rummaging through the twilight, whispering.
You startle like a deer, Radha.

Where will she quench herself,
this flower-burdened girl?
I have no unguent for her burning.
No hands but his can cure her,
no hands but his can catch
her chain of flowers and hold her still.

She grabs my hand, not knowing
it’s mine, night bird about to cry out
to the whole forest, since she can’t see him
or feel the after-tremor of his touch
subsiding in her body.

Look, the wind’s undressing you,
scattered moonbeam, hold still—
it’s not his longing that loosens the cloth.
Talk to me, tear-spangled one,
quit looking down the empty path.
It’s late, it’s dark. Not even his shadow lies there.
Be quiet now. I’ll sing to you.

–Rabindranath Tagore








Saturday, August 16, 2014

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If you are silent, be silent out of love.

If you speak, speak out of love.


—Saint Augustine







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how our beliefs, attitudes and intentions effect our ability to heal and stay healthy










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Realize that whereas you exist in a seemingly continuous state of arousal in your waking state, the arousal of the quantum self is quite discontinuous from this ordinary state of your consciousness.

Realize that whereas you in your ordinary ego are local, quite identified with your local personality and history, your quantum self is nonlocal; its identity is the whole cosmos.


–Dr. Amit Goswami






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The Unforeseen Wilderness, excerpt







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And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our own feet, and learn to be at home.

It is a journey we can make only by the acceptance of mystery and of mystification – by yielding to the condition that what we have expected is not there.


–Wendell Berry







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everything is magnificent with existence







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I said I will find what is lowly
and put the roots of my identity
down there: each day I'll wake up
and find the lowly nearby,
a handy focus and reminder,
a ready measure of my significance,
the voice by which I would be heard,
the wills, the kinds of selfishness
I could
freely adopt as my own:
but though I have looked everywhere,
I can find nothing
to give myself to:
everything is

magnificent with existence, is in 
surfeit of glory:
nothing is diminished,
nothing has been diminished for me:

I said what is more lowly than the grass:
ah, underneath,
a ground-crust of dry-burnt moss:
I looked at it closely
and said this can be my habitat: but
nestling in I found
below the brown exterior
green mechanisms beyond the intellect
awaiting resurrection in rain: so I got up

and ran saying there is nothing lowly in the universe:
I found a beggar:
he had stumps for legs: nobody was paying
him any attention: everybody went on by:
I nestled in and found his life:
there, love shook his body like a devastation:
I said
though I have looked everywhere
I can find nothing lowly
in the universe:

I whirled though transfigurations up and down,
transfigurations of size and shape and place:

at one sudden point came still,
stood in wonder:
moss, beggar, weed, tick, pine, self, magnificent
with being!


–A. R. Ammons
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messages







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A story is like water
that you heat for your bath.
It takes messages between the fire
and your skin. It lets them meet,
and it cleans you!
Very few can sit down
in the middle of the fire itself
like a salamander or Abraham.
We need intermediaries.


A feeling of fullness comes,
but it usually takes some bread
to bring it.
Beauty surrounds us,
but usually we need to be walking
in a garden to know it.
The body itself is a screen
to shield and partially reveal
the light that’s blazing
inside your presence.
Water, stories, the body,
all the things we do, are mediums
that hide and show what’s hidden.
Study them,
and enjoy being washed
with a secret we sometimes know,
and then not.

–Rumi
Coleman Barks version







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Friday, August 15, 2014

epic perfection for your Friday










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thank you, largerloves!
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Keep moving.
Stay light-footed, and keep moving.
Do you hear what the violin
says about longing?
The same as the stick, "I was once
a green branch in the wind."
We are all far from home.
Language is our caravan bell.
Don't stop anywhere.
The moment you're attracted to a place,
you grow bored with it.
Think of the big moves you've already made,
from a single cell to a human being!
Stay light-footed, and keep moving.
Turkish, Arabic, Greek, any tongue
is a wind that was formerly water.
As a breeze carries the ocean inside it,
so underneath every sentence is,
"Come back to the source."


–Rumi 
Keep Moving
Coleman Barks version, from a
John Moyne translation







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the only true statement






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'I do not know’ is the only true statement the mind can make.

–Nisargadatta Maharaj





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What in your life is calling you,

when all the noise is silenced,

the meetings adjourned,

the lists laid aside,

and the wild Iris blooms

by itself

in the dark forest,

what still pulls on your soul?


–Rumi







Thursday, August 14, 2014

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Have nothing in your home that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.


–William Morris





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On the Road Home








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It was when I said,
“There is no such thing as the truth,”
That the grapes seemed fatter.
The fox ran out of his hole.
You….You said,
“There are many truths,
But they are not parts of a truth.”
 
Then the tree, at night, began to change,
Smoking through green and smoking blue.

We were two figures in a wood.
We said we stood alone.

It was when I said,
“Words are not forms of a single word.
In the sum of the parts, there are only the parts.
The world must be measured by eye.”

It was when you said,
“The idols have seen lots of poverty,
Snakes and gold and lice,
But not the truth;”

It was at that time, that the silence was largest,
And longest, the night was roundest.
The fragrance of the autumn warmest,
Closest, and strongest.


–Wallace Stevens







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Picnic, Lightning


 



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It is possible to be struck by a
meteor or a single-engine plane while
reading in a chair at home. Pedestrians
are flattened by safes falling from
rooftops mostly within the panels of
the comics, but still, we know it is
possible, as well as the flash of
summer lightning, the thermos toppling
over, spilling out on the grass.
And we know the message can be
delivered from within. The heart, no
valentine, decides to quit after
lunch, the power shut off like a
switch, or a tiny dark ship is
unmoored into the flow of the body's
rivers, the brain a monastery,
defenseless on the shore. This is
what I think about when I shovel
compost into a wheelbarrow, and when
I fill the long flower boxes, then
press into rows the limp roots of red
impatiens -- the instant hand of Death
always ready to burst forth from the
sleeve of his voluminous cloak. Then
the soil is full of marvels, bits of
leaf like flakes off a fresco,
red-brown pine needles, a beetle quick
to burrow back under the loam. Then
the wheelbarrow is a wilder blue, the
clouds a brighter white, and all I
hear is the rasp of the steel edge
against a round stone, the small
plants singing with lifted faces, and
the click of the sundial as one hour
sweeps into the next.


–Billy Collins 







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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

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Be ordinary. 
Every place is a place of arrival,
every place is a true home for the practitioner.

There is nothing that is not deep and wonderful,

there is nothing that is not liberated.
The most noble person is the person who has nothing to do.
The only thing you should avoid is thinking about what
you are going to do.


All you need to do is be an ordinary person,
be sovereign wherever you are and use
that place as your seat of awakening.


You should live your lives in a very natural way.
Do not put on airs.
When it is necessary to walk, walk.
When it is necessary to sit, sit.


–Ramana Maharshi








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praise them






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The birds don't alter space.
They reveal it. The sky
never fills with any
leftover flying. They leave
nothing to trace. It is our own
astonishment collects
in chill air. Be glad.
They equal their due
moment never begging,
and enter ours
without parting day. See
how three birds in a winter tree
make the tree barer.
Two fly away, and new rooms
open in December.
Give up what you guessed
about a whirring heart, the little
beaks and claws, their constant hunger.
We're the nervous ones.
If even one of our violent number
could be gentle
long enough that one of them
found it safe inside
our finally untroubled and untroubling gaze,
who wouldn't hear
what singing completes us?



–Li-Young Lee
Book of My Nights







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Vermeer, excerpt







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The airy sky has taken its place leaning against the wall.
It is like a prayer to what is empty.
And what is empty turns its face to us and whispers:
“I am not empty, I am open.”


—Tomas Tranströmer
Robert Bly translation








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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

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Be interested in yourself beyond all experiences, be with yourself, love yourself; the ultimate security is found only in self-knowledge.
The main thing is earnestness. Be honest with yourself and no-thing will betray you.
Virtues and powers are mere tokens for children to play with. They are useful in the world, but do not take you
out of it.
To go beyond, you need alert immobility, quiet attention.


–Nisargadatta Maharaj








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one song









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 The universe is change; life is your perception of it.


–Marcus Aurelius
 




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