Tuesday, September 26, 2017

the sea wind





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The sea wind sways over the endless oceans -
spreads its wings night and day
rises and sinks again
over the desolate swaying floor of the immortal ocean.

Now it is nearly morning
or it is nearly evening
and the ocean wind feels in its face - the land wind.

Clockbuoy toll morning and evening psalms,
the smoke of a coalboat
or the smoke of a tar-burning phoenician ship faces away at the horizons.

The lonely jellyfish who has no history rocks around with
burning blue feet.
It's nearly evening now or morning.


–Harry Martinson



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Live to the point of tears. —Albert Camus



 

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We find ourselves in a world structured by matter and energy in space and time, and in that world each of us inhabits a body, one among many. At least, that is how we interpret our experiences.

But when we analyze our conviction of the reality of the material world, we find that it is all based on experiences, nothing else, nothing more real than that.



—Piet Hut
The Nature of Reality: Matter, Experience, Appearance, Presence


Piet Hut is President of YHouse, Professor of Astrophysics and Head of the Program in Interdisciplinary Studies at the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton, and one of the founders of YHouse - a nonprofit institute in New York City devoted to innovative and transdisciplinary research, intellectual partnership, and public discourse tackling humanity’s greatest questions on awareness, consciousness, and the future of intelligence.
 
 
 
 
 
 



conditions of a solitary bird





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The conditions of a solitary bird are five:

The first, that it flies to the highest point;

the second, that it does not suffer for company,
not even of its own kind;

the third, that it aims its beak to the skies;

the fourth, that it does not have a definite color;

the fifth, that it sings very softly.


–St. John of the Cross



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simplicity is simple





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In the point of rest at the center of our being, we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way. Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each man a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses. The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.


–Dag Hammarskjöld

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say i am





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Outwardly, I am one apple among many.

Inwardly, I am the Tree.

–Alan Watts



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That which is above is like that which is below

and that which is below is like that which is above,

to achieve the wonders of the one thing.


–Hermes Trismegistus


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you know ...





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there is no place at all that is not looking at you.


–Rainer Maria Rilke

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listen





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The flute of the Infinite is played without ceasing, and its sound is Love.

–Kabir

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shanti, shanti, shanti





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Hell is in the here and now. So is heaven.

Do not worry about hell or dream about heaven, as they are both present inside this very moment.

Every time we fall in love, we ascend to heaven.

Every time we hate, envy, or fight someone, we tumble straight into the fires of hell.


—Rumi


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The day I am killed
my killer will find
tickets in my pockets:
One to peace,
one to fields and the rain,
and one
to humanity's conscience.
I beg you--please don't waste them.
I beg you, you who kill me: Go.


Samih al-Qasim
tickets



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Sunday, September 24, 2017

question





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It is every intelligent man's experience ... wrong-doing recoils on the doer sooner or later. Why is this so?
Because the Self is one in all.


When seeing others you are only seeing yourself in their shapes.

'Love they neighbor as thyself' means that you should love him because he is your Self.


–Ramana Maharshi
S. S. Cohen, 15th August, 1948



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observer







There is the body. 

Inside the body appears to be an observer, and outside a world under observation. 

The observer and his observation as well as the world observed appear and disappear together. Beyond it all, there is void. 

This void is one for all.


–Nisargadatta Maharaj



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observ(ation





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The day is coming when a single carrot, freshly observed,
will set off a revolution.



—Paul Cezanne


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listen






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Love with no object.
There is a way of loving not attached to what is loved.
 
Observe how water is with the ground, always moving toward the ocean, though the ground tries to hold water’s foot and not let it go.
This is how we are with wine and beautiful food, wealth and power, or just a dry piece of bread: we want and we get drunk with wanting, then the headache and bitterness afterward.
Those prove that the attachment took hold and held you back. Now you proudly refuse help. “My love is pure. I have an intuitive union with God. I don’t need anyone to show me how to be free!”
This is not the case. A love with no object is a true love.
All else, shadow without substance.
Have you seen someone fall in love with his own shadow? That’s what we’ve done. Leave partial loves and find one that’s whole.
Where is someone who can do that? They’re so rare, those hearts that carry the blessing and lavish it over everything.
Hold out your beggar’s robe and accept their generosity. Anything not coming from that will damage the cloth, like a sharp stone tearing your sincerity.
Keep that intact, and use clarity; call it reason or discernment, you have within you a deciding force that knows what to receive, what to turn from.

 –Rumi 
Mathnawi III: 2248-80
Coleman Barks version



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look





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You observe the heart feeling, the mind thinking, the body acting;

the very act of perceiving shows that you are not what you perceive.



–Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj 




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note to self





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What we observe is not nature itself, but nature exposed to our method of questioning.

–Werner Heisenberg


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every(thing






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Start seeing everything as God,

But keep it a secret.


–Hafiz


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tell me before you go





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WRITER: But tell me before you go. What was the worst thing about being down there?

AGNES: Just existing. Knowing my sight was blurred by my eyes, my hearing dulled by my ears, and bright thought trapped in the grey maze of a brain. Have you seen a brain?

WRITER: And you're telling me that's what's wrong with us? How else can we be?



–August Strindberg
A Dream Play, Caryl Churchill adaptation



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Epigraph - Why Buddhism is True: The Science and Philosophy of Meditation and Enlightenment –Robert Wright
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not to worry





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They are always kissing,
they can't control themselves.
 

It is not possible that any
creature can have greater instincts
and perceptions than the
mature human mind.

God ripened me.
So I see it is true:  
all objects in existence are
wildly in love!


–Meister Eckhart


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Saturday, September 23, 2017

a winter night





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The storm puts its lips to the house
and blows to make a sound.
I sleep restlessly, turn over, with closed
eyes read the book of the storm.

But the child's eyes grow huge in the dark
and the storm whimpers for the child.
Both love to see the swinging lamp.
Both are halfway toward speech.

Storms have childlike hands and wings.
The caravan bolts off toward Lapland
and the house senses the constellation of nails
holding its wall together.

The night is quiet above our floor
(where all the died-away footsteps
are lying like sunken leaves in a pond)
but outside the night is wild!

A more serious storm is moving over us all.
It puts its lips to our soul
and blows to make a sound. We're afraid
the storm will blow everything inside us away.



–Tomas Tranströmer
Robert Bly translation



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spirit(uality




  

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There is some kiss we want with our whole lives,
the touch of spirit on the body.

Ocean water begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling!
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come
and press its face against mine,

Breathe into me,
Close the language-door and open the love-window.

The moon won't use the door, only the window.


–Rumi



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It Is I Who Must Begin





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It is I who must begin.
Once I begin, once I try --
here and now,
right where I am,
not excusing myself
by saying things
would be easier elsewhere,
without grand speeches and
ostentatious gestures,
but all the more persistently
-- to live in harmony
with the "voice of Being," as I
understand it within myself
-- as soon as I begin that,
I suddenly discover,
to my surprise, that
I am neither the only one,
nor the first,
nor the most important one
to have set out
upon that road.

Whether all is really lost
or not depends entirely on
whether or not I am lost.


–Vaclav Havel



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for the children






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The rising hills, the slopes,
of statistics
lie before us.
the steep climb
of everything, going up,
up, as we all
go down. 
In the next century
or the one beyond that,
they say,
are valleys, pastures,
we can meet there in peace
if we make it. 

To climb these coming crests
one word to you, to
you and your children: 

stay together
learn the flowers
go light
 



–Gary Snyder  



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look






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... if a mirror ever makes
you sad
you should know
that it does
not know
you.

—Kabir

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i will not let sadness possess you






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I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.


—Friedrich Nietzsche
Thus Spoke Zarathustra


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Someone put
You on a slave block
And the unreal bought
You. Now I keep coming to your owner
Saying
"This one is mine."


You often overhear us talking
And this can make your heart leap
With excitement.

Don't worry,
I will not let sadness
Possess you.


I will gladly borrow all the gold
I need

To get you
Back.



Hafiz



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something wonderful will happen






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It’s that dream that we carry with us
that something wonderful will happen,
that it has to happen,
that time will open,
that the heart will open,
that doors will open,
that the mountains will open,
that wells will leap up,
that the dream will open,
that one morning we’ll slip in
to a harbor that we've never known.


Olav H. Hauge
Robert Bly version



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dear ones





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For a day, just for one day,
Talk about that which disturbs no one
And bring some peace into your
Beautiful eyes.

—Hafiz

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like this







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If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our longing
will look, lift your face
and say,
Like this.

When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the night sky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,
Like this?

If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,
or what "God's fragrance" means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close,
Like this.

When someone quotes the old adage
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe,
Like this?

If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don't try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips,
Like this. Like this.

When someone asks what it means
to "die for love," point
here.

If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.
This tall.

The soul sometimes leaves the body, then returns.
When someone doesn't believe that,
walk back into my house.
Like this.

I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
While the breeze says a secret.
Like this.

When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in his hand.
Like this.

How did Joseph's scent come to Jacob?
Huuuu.

How did Jacob's sight return?
Huuuuu.

A little wind cleans the eyes.
Like this.

When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
he'll put just his head around the edge
of the door to surprise us.
Like this.


–Rumi
Coleman Barks version



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Friday, September 22, 2017

i am so afraid of people's words






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I am so afraid of people's words.
They describe so distinctly everything:
And this they call dog and that they call house,
here the start and there the end.
I worry about their mockery with words,
they know everything, what will be, what was;
no mountain is still miraculous;
and their house and yard lead right up to God.

I want to warn and object: Let the things be!
I enjoy listening to the sound they are making.
But you always touch: and they hush and stand still.
This is how you kill.


–Rainer Maria Rilke
Annemarie S. Kidder translation



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creat(ions





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The moment you start talking you create a verbal universe, a universe of words, ideas, concepts and abstractions, interwoven and inter-dependent, most wonderfully generating, supporting and explaining each other and yet all without essence or substance, mere creations of the mind.

Words create words, reality is silent.


–Nisargadatta


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silence






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silence
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a
looking

bird:the

turn
ing;edge,of
life
(inquiry before snow

–E. E. Cummings



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