How to get rid of ego as dictator and turn it into messenger and servant and scout, to be in your service, is the trick.
When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego, and when we escape like squirrels turning in the cages of our personality and get into the forests again, we shall shiver with cold and fright but things will happen to us so that we don't know ourselves.
Cool, unlying life will rush in, and passion will make our bodies taut with power, we shall stamp our feet with new power and old things will fall down, we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like burnt paper.
–D. H. Lawrence
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.
Between now and now,
between I am and you are,
the word bridge.
you enter yourself:
the world connects
and closes like a ring.
From one bank to another,
there is always
a body stretched:
I’ll sleep beneath its arches.
... your breath is a bridge between you and your body. Constantly, breath is bridging you to your body, connecting you, relating you to your body.Not only is the breath a bridge to your body, it is also a bridge between you and the universe. The body is just the universe which is nearer to you.If the bridge is broken, you are no more in the body. You move into some unknown dimension; then you can not be found in space and time. So, breath is also the bridge between you, and space and time.Breath has two points.
One is where it touches the body and the universe, and another is where it touches you and that which transcends the universe.We know only one part of the breath. When it moves into the universe, into the body, we know it. But it is always moving from the body to the "no-body," from the "no-body" to the body.There are certain points in breathing which you have never observed, and those points are the doors.Man is trying to reach further, from earth into space, and man has not yet learned the nearest part of his life ...
The Book of Secrets
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
A man and a woman and a blackbird
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.
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
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.
If the universe is non-local at a sub-quantum level, that means that reality is ultimately a seamless web, and it is only our own idiosyncrasies that direct us to divide it up into such arbitrary categories as mind and body.
Thus, consciousness cannot be considered fundamentally separate from matter, any more than life can be considered as fundamentally separate from non-life.
being to timelessness as it's to time,love did no more begin than love will end;where nothing is to breathe to stroll to swimlove is the air the ocean and the land(do lovers suffer?all divinitiesproudly descending put on deathful flesh:are lovers glad?only their smallest joy'sa universe emerging from a wish)love is the voice under all silences,the hope which has no opposite in fear;the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:the truth more first than sun more last than star-do lovers love?why then to heaven with hell.Whatever sages say and fools,all's well
–E. E. Cummings
.'Exotic' - timothy allen:'A couple in the central highlands of Papua, New Guinea share an intimate moment during a courtship ritual.'Runner up, National Geographic Best Travel Pictures of 2011
Directly opposite to the concept of a universe as machine built on law is the vision of a world self-synthesized. On this view, the notes struck out on a piano by the observer participants of all times and all places, bits though they are in and by themselves, constitute the great wide world of space and time and things.
The divine manifestation is ubiquitous, only our eyes are not open to it. Awe is what moves us forward.
Live from your own center. The divine lives within you.
The separateness apparent in the world is secondary.Beyond the world of opposites is an unseen, but experienced, unity and identity in us all.You must return with the bliss and integrate it.
The return is seeing that the radiance is everywhere.
The world is a match for us. We are a match for the world.
The spirit is the bouquet of nature.Sanctify the place you are in.
Now this lesson is quite simply this, that any experience that we have through our senses, whether of sound or of light, or touch, is a vibration. And a vibration has two aspects, one called “on” and the other called “off”. Vibration seems to be propagated in waves and every wave system has crests and it has troughs. And so, life is a system of “now you see it, now you don’t”. And these two aspects always go together.
For example, sound is not pure sound, it is a rapid alternation of sound and silence. And that’s simply the way things are. Only you must remember that the crest and the trough of the wave are inseparable. Nobody ever saw crests without troughs or troughs without crests, just as you don’t encounter, in life, people with fronts but no backs. Just as you don’t encounter a coin that has a heads but no tails.
Just as the heads and tails, backs and fronts, the positives and the negatives are different, they are at the same time One. And one must get used to the notion that different things can be inseparable.
In any weather, at any hour of the day or night, I have been anxious to improve the nick of time, and notch it on my stick too; to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line.
You will pardon some obscurities, for there are more secrets in my trade than in most men's, and yet not voluntarily kept, but inseparable from its very nature.
–Henry David Thoreau
from Economy, 1854
You wear coarse wool, but you're a king,as the soul's energy hides, as loveremembers. You enter this room in a humanshape and as the atmosphere we breathe.You are the central pole through the ninelevels connecting them and us to absoluteabsence. So that we can have what we want,you give failure and frustration. You wantonly the company of the lion and the lioncub, no wobbly legs. That man there, yousuggest, might remove his head beforeentering the temple. Then he could listenwithout ears to a voice that says, Mycreature. A month of walking the road, youmake that distance in one day. Never mindgold and silver payments. When you feelgenerous, give your head. My beauty,you have no need for a guide. The onewho follows and the one who leads areinseparable, as the moon and the circlearound it. An Arab drags his camel townto town. You go through your troublesand changing beliefs, both no different fromthe moon moving across or basil growingand getting cut for a bouquet. It doesn'tmatter you've been lost. The hoopoe isstill looking for you. It's anotherbeginning, my friend, this waking in amorning with no haze, and help comingwithout your asking! A glass submergedis turning inside the wine. With griefwaved away, sweet gratefulness arrives.
Ghazal (Ode) 2935
Coleman Barks, Nevit Ergin version
An ant hurries along a threshing floor
with its wheat grain, moving between huge stacks
of wheat, not knowing the abundance
all around. It thinks its one grain
is all there is to love.
So we choose a tiny seed to be devoted to.
This body, one path or one teacher.
Look wider and farther.
The essence of every human being can see,
and what that essence-eye takes in,
the being becomes. Saturn. Solomon!
The ocean pours through a jar,
and you might say it swims inside
the fish! This mystery gives peace to
your longing and makes the road home home.
It is this “higher-dimension reality” that [physicist David] Bohm called the “implicate order.” This level of quantum potentiality Bohm considered as being the quantum ground out of which both the subjective and objective realms of the experiential “explicate” world emerge:
If matter and consciousness could in this way be understood together, in terms of the same general notion of order, the way would be opened to comprehending their relationship on the basis of some common ground. Thus we could come to the germ of a new notion of unbroken wholeness, in which consciousness is no longer to be fundamentally separated from matter.
—Michael Mensky, Graham Smetham
Reflections on Some Misrepresentations of Buddhist Philosophy & a Quantum Buddhist Mind-only Solution
I dreamt I came to a magnificent city
whose palace was the rose, rose.
The crown and throne of the great sultan,
his garden and chambers
were the rose, rose.Here they buy and sell but roses
and the roses are the scales they use,
Weighing roses with more roses,
the marketplace and bazaar
are all roses, rose.
The white rose and the red rose
grew coupled in one garden.
Their faces turn as one toward the thorn.
Both thorn and blossom
are the rose, rose.
Soil is the rose and stone is the rose,
withered is the rose, fresh is the rose.
Within the Lord's private gardens
both slender cypress and old maple
are the rose, rose.
The rose is turning the waterwheel
and gets ground between the stones.
The wheel turns round as the water flows.
Its power and its stillness
are the rose, rose.
From the rose a tent appears
filled with an offering of everything.
Its gatekeepers are the holy prophets.
The bread and the wine they pour
are the rose, rose.
Oh Ummi Sinan, heed the mystery
of the sorrow of nightingale and rose.
Every cry of the forlorn nightingale
is for the rose, the rose.
Jennifer Ferraro and Latif Bolat version
So they set out with him inside the dream,
while he is actually sleeping beside a river of pure water.
Sleep deeply wherever you are on the way.
Maybe some traveler will wake you.
Give up subtle thinking, the twofold, threefold
multiplication of mistakes.
Listen to the sound of waves within you.