Wednesday, February 21, 2018



Within heaven and earth, inside all the cosmos, there is contained a singular treasure concealed in the form-mountain—the numinous radiance of sentient things. Utterly empty, still, and difficult to perceive within or without, it is styled the “mystery of mysteries.” Its skill reaches out beyond the [celestial palace] of Purple Subtlety, and its function resides in the very midst of empty non-being. Unmoving among manifold transformations, it is solitary and nondual. Its voice brings forth wondrous reverberations; its form spews forth iridescent displays. But look as you will, it has no locus; it is known to us as the emptiness of emptiness.

僧肇 –Sengzhao, Pao-tsang lun
(Treasure Store Treatise)




We have reversed the usual classical notion that the independent “elementary parts” of the world are the fundamental reality, and that the various systems are merely particular contingent forms and arrangements of these parts.

Rather, we say that inseparable quantum interconnectedness of the whole universe is the fundamental reality, and that relatively independent behaving parts are merely particular and contingent
forms within this whole.

–David Bohm


You are me, and I am you.
Isn’t it obvious that we “inter-are”?
You cultivate the flower in yourself,
so that I will be beautiful.
I transform the garbage in myself,
so that you will not have to suffer.

I support you;
you support me.
I am in this world to offer you peace;
you are in this world to bring me joy.

–Thich Nhat Han




Atoms themselves are not real; they form a world of potentialities or possibilities rather than one of things or facts.

—Werner Heisenberg


time and space are modes by which we think and not conditions in which we live –Dimitri Marianoff



I, like other searchers, attempt formulation after formulation of the central issues and here present a wider overview, taking for working hypothesis the most effective one that has survived this winnowing: It from Bit. Otherwise put, every it — every particle, every field of force, even the spacetime continuum itself — derives its function, its meaning, its very existence entirely — even if in some contexts indirectly — from the apparatus-elicited answers to yes or no questions, binary choices, bits.

It from Bit symbolizes the idea that every item of the physical world has at bottom — at a very deep bottom, in most instances — an immaterial source and explanation; that what we call reality arises in the last analysis from the posing of yes-no questions and the registering of equipment-evoked responses; in short, that all things physical are information-theoretic in origin and this is a participatory universe.

–John Archibald Wheeler


from Maria Popova,
the rest is at brainpickings


rest in inaction


You have only to rest in inaction and things will transform themselves. Smash your form and body, spit out hearing and eyesight, forget you are a thing among other things, and you may join in great unity with the deep and boundless.

Chuang Tzu
(4th Century B.C.)




Maharaj: There are may persons who have a great attachment to their own individuality. They want first and foremost to remain as an individual and then search, for they are not prepared to lose that individuality. While retaining their identity, they want to find out what is the truth. But in this process, you must get rid of the identity itself. If you really find out what you are, you will see that you are not an individual, you are not a person, you are not a body. And people who cling to their body identity are not fit for this knowledge.

The names and forms that appear, with different colors and all that, their origin is water. But nobody says I'm water, they say I am the body. But if you see the origin of the body then ultimately the body has appeared only from water. All these plants and everything, all name and forms, they appear from water only. But still people don't identify themselves with water; they say I am the body.

–Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

The Ultimate Medicine, Dialogues


From the waters everything is made, both what is manifest and what is Unmanifest.
Therefore, all manifestation (murti) is water. 

–Prasna Upanishad 1.4-5


if I am not conjoined


If I am not conjoined through the uniting of the Below and the Above,
I break down into three parts:
the serpent, and in that or some other animal form I roam, living nature daimonically, arousing fear and longing.
the human soul, living forever within you.
the celestial soul, as such dwelling with the Gods, far from you and unknown to you, appearing in the form of a bird.
–Carl Jung
liber novus/ the red book

(black book 6- 1916)


Tuesday, February 20, 2018

dots on a disk


–Neil deGrasse Tyson


Safe in their alabaster chambers,
Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,
Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,
Rafter of satin, and roof of stone.

Light laughs the breeze in her castle of sunshine;
Babbles the bee in a stolid ear;
Pipe the sweet birds in ignorant cadences, —
Ah, what sagacity perished here!

Grand go the years in the crescent above them;
Worlds scoop their arcs, and firmaments row,
Diadems drop and Doges surrender,
Soundless as dots on a disk of snow.

–Emily Dickinson





It is extremely interesting, then, to think about the meaning of the word ‘form’ as it applies to constructions of arbitrarily complex shapes. For instance, what is it that we respond to when we look at a painting and feel its beauty? Is it the ‘form’ of the lines and dots on our retina? Evidently it must be, for that is how it gets passed along to the analyzing mechanisms in our heads–but the complexity of the processing makes us feel that we are not merely looking at a two-dimensional surface; we are responding to some sort of inner meaning inside the picture, a multidimensional aspect trapped somehow inside those two dimensions. It is the word ‘meaning’ which is important here. Our minds contain interpreters which accept two-dimensional patterns and then ‘pull’ from them high-dimensional notions which are so complex that we cannot consciously describe them. The same can be said about how we respond to music, incidentally.

We human beings are macroscopic structures in a universe whose laws reside at a microscopic level. As survival-seeking beings, we are driven to seek efficient explanations that make reference only to entities at our own level. We therefore draw conceptual boundaries around entities that we easily perceive, and in so doing we carve out what seems to us to be reality.

–Douglas R. Hofstadter



Truth cannot be out there—cannot exist independently of the human mind—because sentences cannot so exist, or be out there.

The world is out there, but descriptions of the world are not.
Only descriptions of the world can be true or false.

The world on its own—unaided by the describing activities of humans—

–Richard Rorty
Contingency, Irony, and Solidarity


the brain is wider than the sky


The Brain—is wider than the Sky—
For—put them side by side—
The one the other will contain
With ease—and You—beside—

The Brain is deeper than the sea—
For—hold them—Blue to Blue—
The one the other will absorb—
As Sponges—Buckets—do—

The Brain is just the weight of God—
For—Heft them—Pound for Pound—
And they will differ—if they do—
As Syllable from Sound—

–Emily Dickinson


i am not i


I am not I.
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;

who remains calm and silent while I talk,
and forgives gently, when I hate,

who walks where I am not,
who will remain standing when I die.

–Juan Ramón Jiménez 


Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra


Bodhisattva Avalokiteshvara,
Sitting in the depth of knowledge,
Lit glow of his wisdom five elements
And saw that all of them are empty.
After this enlightenment he overcame the pain.

Listen, Shariputra,
Form - a void, emptiness - is the form
Form - is nothing but emptiness,
Void - it is nothing but a form.
The same is true for the senses,
Perceptions of mental activity and consciousness.
Listen, Shariputra,
All dharmas are empty properties.
They do not created and not exterminable,
Not dirty and not cleaned,
Not grow or shrink.

Hence, in the void
There is no form, no feelings, no perceptions,
No mental activity or consciousness.
There is no dependent origination
No eyes, no ears, no nose,
No tongue, no body, no mind.
There is no form, no sound, no smell,
No taste, no touch, no object of mind.
No sphere of elements, ranging from eye
And the ending of consciousness.

And it is not fading, from ignorance
And ending with death and decay.
There is no source of suffering and misery,
No Cessation of Suffering
And there is no way to end suffering.
There is no wisdom and no progress.

Since there is no progress, all the Bodhisattvas,
Relying on perfect wisdom,
No obstacles are in your mind.
With no obstacles, they overcome fear,
Forever exempt from error
And reach true nirvana.
Thanks to this perfect wisdom,
All the Buddhas of the past, present and future
Enter into a full, true and total enlightenment.

Therefore, to know that perfect wisdom
Expressed unsurpassed mantra,
The highest mantra, devastating suffering
Perfect and true.
Hence, the mantra Prajnaparamita
Must be declared. Here is the mantra:

Gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha.
Gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha.
Gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha.


if you want


God wishes to be known,
And it pleases Him that
We rest in Him;
For all that is beneath Him
Will never satisfy us.
Therefore no soul is rested
Til it is emptied of all things
That are made
When, for love of Him,
It is empty,
The soul can
Receive His deep rest.

–Julian of Norwich
(1342-c. 1423)
For He is the Very Rest


Sunday, February 18, 2018

where does morning lie?



Will there really be a "Morning"?
Is there such a thing as "Day"?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like Water lilies?
Has it feathers like a Bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?

Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!
Oh some Wise Men from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called "Morning" lies!

–Emily Dickinson




What is life?

It is the flash of a firefly in the night.

It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.

It is the little shadow which runs across
the grass and loses itself in the sunset.

Blackfoot warrior and orator
1830 - 1890


open secret


Think of the phoenix coming up out of ashes,
but not flying off.
For a moment we have form.
We can't see.

How can we be conscious and you be conscious
at the same time and separate?

Copper when an alchemist works on it loses its copper qualities.
Seeds in Spring
begin to be trees, no longer seed. Brushwood
put in the fire changes.

The snow-world melts.
You step in my footprint and it's gone.

It's not that I've done anything to deserve
this attention from you.

Predestination and freewill: We can argue them,
but they're only ideas. What's real
is a presence, like Shams.

Coleman Barks version



We are individualized waves of consciousness on the Infinite Ocean of Spirit; so say the sages.

But, although the Ocean has become the wave, and the wave, when it dissolves the illusion of ego-separation and limitation, realizes that it has always been one with the Infinite Ocean, the form-bound wave itself is not the Ocean. Nor is the Ocean merely the sum of its waves—the Ocean can exist without the waves, but the waves cannot exist without the Ocean.

Everything you can see, hear, smell, touch, taste, and much more, is part of this Ocean. For all matter, energy and consciousness is merely waves of certain rates of vibration on the surface of the Ocean of Consciousness; Spirit has become, and is present in and as, every created thing. That is, consciousness is the “water” of the Infinite Ocean of Spirit, and all phenomena arise as modifications of this one stuff, or ripples on/of this Ocean of cosmic consciousness.

–Geoffrey D. Falk
The Science of the Soul:
On Consciousness and the Structure of Reality


The body is our general medium for having a world. –Maurice Merleau-Ponty


The moment you know your real being, you are afraid of nothing. Every vestige of your imaginative self must first die, then the universe is your own, it becomes your body and your expression. Nothing can truly affect you, you are free beyond description.

–Nisargadatta Maharaj


sens(itive states


Move over, Schrödinger’s cat – birds may be the true quantum animals.

The bath of cells in avian eyes could prolong a delicate quantum state that helps to explain how some birds navigate using Earth’s magnetic field.

It is thought that light reacts with receptors in the birds’ eyes to produce two molecules with unpaired electrons, whose spins are linked by a special state called quantum entanglement.

If the relative alignment of the spins is affected by Earth’s magnetic field, the electron pair can cause chemical changes that the bird can sense.

In 2009, researchers at the University of Oxford calculated that such entanglement must last for at least 100 microseconds for the internal compass to work. But how the sensitive state of quantum entanglement could survive that long in the eye was a mystery.

Calculations by Zachary Walters of the Max Planck Institute for the Physics of Complex Systems in Dresden, Germany, now show that interactions with cells in the bird’s eye allow the electron pairs to stay entangled for longer through a dampening effect.

Rather like the way a car with stiff shock absorbers takes longer to stop bouncing after going over a bump, the signal from the electron pair dies away more slowly under strong interactions with the cellular bath.

Predicting exactly how long entanglement is sustained won’t be possible until the mechanism is better understood, says Walters. But he believes there’s a good chance his model could account for the 100 microseconds.

Erik Gauger part of the Oxford team, is intrigued by the findings. “It seems possible that this might be the mechanism allowing for the persistence of quantum coherence,” he says. “But it is probably too early to say for sure."

–Gilead Amit

Bumble Bees, Levitation and Earth’s Magnetic Grid


Aerodynamically (a bee) can’t fly…. there’s a hollow cavity inside his system and when he beats his wings he starts to resonate with this energy that goes back and forth similar to a guitar strumming on one side of the room and hitting the same chord on the other side of the room, or somebody hitting a high C and breaking a crystal. It’s the same thing. It’s resonance. 
(He) eventually reaches the resonance of the field around him (this resonance is the Earth’s rotational frequency due to its spin and is measured on today’s devices as 7.83Hz). 
Once the bumblebee hits that resonance, the frequency of his surroundings, he becomes a free agent. He creates a magnetic bubble around himself and he can go anywhere he wants… That’s not in any of the science books…. We have a conventional way of doing things and we have a natural way of doing things and they’re totally different. They’re diametrically opposed in many many cases.

–Ralph Ring


what the things can teach us


How surely gravity's law, strong as an ocean current,
takes hold of even the strongest thing and pulls it toward
the heart of the world.
Each thing - each stone, blossom, child - is held in place.
Only we, in our arrogance, push out beyond what we belong to
for some empty freedom.

If we surrendered to earth's intelligence
we could rise up rooted, like trees.
Instead we entangle ourselves in knots of our own making
and struggle, lonely and confused.

So, like children, we begin again to learn from the things,
because they are in God's heart; they have never left him.
This is what the things can teach us:
to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness.

Even a bird must do that before he can fly.

–Rainer Maria Rilke
Anita Barrows/Joanna Macy translation


13 ways of looking at a blackbird




Among twenty snowy mountains,

The only moving thing

Was the eye of the blackbird.


I was of three minds,

Like a tree

In which there are three blackbirds.


The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.

It was a small part of the pantomime.


A man and a woman

Are one.

A man and a woman and a blackbird

Are one.


I do not know which to prefer,

The beauty of inflections,

Or the beauty of innuendoes,

The blackbird whistling

Or just after.


Icicles filled the long window

With barbaric glass.

The shadow of the blackbird

Crossed it, to and fro.

The mood

Traced in the shadow

An indecipherable cause.


O thin men of Haddam

Why do you imagine golden birds?

Do you not see how the blackbird

Walks around the feet

Of the women about you?


I know noble accents

And lucid, inescapable rhythms;

But I know, too,

That the blackbird is involved

In what I know.


When the blackbird flew out of sight,

It marked the edge

Of one of many circles.


At the sight of blackbirds

Flying in a green light,

Even the bawds of euphony

Would cry out sharply.


He rode over Connecticut

In a glass coach.

Once, a fear pierced him,

In that he mistook

The shadow of his equipage

For blackbirds.


The river is moving.

The blackbird must be flying.


It was evening all afternoon.

It was snowing

And it was going to snow.

The blackbird sat

In the cedar-limbs.

Wallace Stevens