Friday, November 22, 2024

lightening the burden

 





The siren's song -
"Be more than you are,
be everything you're not."

.
The sages say,
"Be less, not more,"
because all that we're not
lightens the burden,
delighting without hope
our desiring hearts.
.



~ Joseph Goldstein
from Dreamscapes of the Mind,
Poems and Reflections



Wednesday, November 20, 2024

the world is myself

 





In the mirror of your mind images appear and disappear.
 The mirror remains.

 Learn to distinguish the immovable in the movable,
 the unchanging in the changing,
 till you realise that all differences are in appearance only
 and oneness is a fact.

 This basic identity -- you may call God,
 or Brahman, or the matrix (Prakriti),
 the words matters little -- 
is only the realisation that all is one.

Once you can say with confidence born from direct experience:
 'I am the world, the world is myself','

you are free from desire and fear on one hand 
and become totally responsible for the world
 on the other. 

The senseless sorrow of mankind
 becomes your sole concern.





~ Excerpts from I Am That 
by Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj


Sunday, November 17, 2024

may all beings be happy

 




Perhaps nothing more fully expresses the spirit of Jennifer’s lifework
 than the recent performances of “Song For All Beings." 
A large-scale multimedia cirque de spirit, 
these events featured over 100 artists
 and included Bruce Cockburn, Joanna Macy,
 Ferron, Jack Kornfield, Anam Thubten Rinpoche, 
Sarah Dugas, Raz Kennedy, and many others. 
Song For All Beings Live!
 was released as a DVD/video recording of the 2017 show.



In these Arms A Song for all Beings © (p) Jennifer Berezan I cannot turn my eyes, I cannot count the cost Of all that has been broken, all that has been lost I cannot understand, the suffering that life brings War and hate and hunger And a million other things When I've done all that I can And I try to do my part Let sorrow be a doorway Into an open heart And the light on the hills is full of mercy The wind in the trees it comes to save me This silence it will never desert me I long to hold the whole world in these arms May all beings be happy May all beings be safe May all beings everywhere be free



~ Jennifer Berezan
with thanks to When I was 69




Saturday, November 16, 2024

fall with me here







So it came time
for me to cede myself
and I chose
the wind
to be delivered to

The wind was glad
and said it needed all
the body
it could get
to show its motions with

and wanted to know
willingly as I hoped it would
if it could do
something in return
to show its gratitude

When the tree of my bones
rises from the skin I said
come and whirlwinding
stroll my dust
around the plain

so I can see
how the ocotillo does
and how saguaro-wren is
and when you fall
with evening

fall with me here
where we can watch
the closing up of day
and think how morning breaks






~ A. R. Ammons
photo by R Christopher Vest



 






where amazement and clear thought twine their slow growth into us


.




.
The most living moment comes when
those who love each other meet each
.
other's eyes and in what flows
between them then.  To see you face
.
in a crowd of others, or alone on a 
frightening street, I weep for that.
.
Our tears improve the earth.  The
time you scolded me, your gratitude,
.
your laughing, always your qualities
increase the soul.  Seeing you is a 
.
wine that does not muddle or numb.
We sit inside the cypress shadow
.
where amazement and clear thought
twine their slow growth into us.
.



~  Rumi
.

Friday, November 15, 2024

I would cease to be

 






God
dissolved
my mind - my separation.

I cannot describe now my intimacy with Him.

How dependent is you body's life on water and food and air?

I said to God, "I will always be unless you cease to Be,"

and my Beloved replied, "And I

would cease to Be

if you

died."




~ St. John of the Cross
from Love Poem from God
translation by Daniel Ladinsky
art by Daniel Taylor


Wednesday, November 13, 2024

beneath the ancient mountains tears

 





~ Tania
with thanks to Barbara @ When I was 69






Tuesday, November 12, 2024

losing yourself in love

 
 



 
 
Meditation provides a deeper appreciation 
of the inter-relatedness of all things
 and the part each person plays.
 The simple rules of this game are honesty
 with yourself about where you are in your life
 and learning to listen to hear how it is. 
 
Meditation is a way of listening more deeply,
 so you hear from a deeper space, exactly how it is.
 
 Meditation will help you quiet your mind, 
enhance your ability to be insightful and understanding
 and give you a sense of inner peace.

If you meditate regularly, even when you don’t feel like it, 
you will make great gains, for it will allow you to see
 how your thoughts impose limits on you.
 Your resistances to meditation are your mental prisons in miniature.

When I asked Maharajji how to meditate, he said, 
“Meditate like Christ.” 
I said, “Maharajji, how did Christ meditate?”
 He became very quiet and closed his eyes.
 After a few minutes,
 he had a blissful expression on his face 
and a tear trickled down his cheek. 
He opened his eyes and said, 
“He lost himself in Love.” 
Try the meditation of losing yourself in love…. 
 
 
 
 
~ Ram Dass

 

the weighing




The heart's reasons
seen clearly,
even the hardest
will carry
its whip-marks and sadness
and must be forgiven.

As the drought-starved
eland forgives
the drought-starved lion
who finally takes her,
enters willingly then
the life she cannot refuse,
and is lion, is fed,
and does not remember the other.

So few grains of happiness
measured against all the dark
and still the scales balance.

The world asks of us
only the strength we have and we give it.
Then it asks more, and we give it.




~ Jane Hirshfield




Monday, November 11, 2024

on the nature of awareness

 





~ Rupert Spira



Saturday, November 9, 2024

free 'here and now'

 





As long as there is the body and the sense of identity with the body, 
frustration is inevitable. 

All changes in consciousness are due to the "I-am-the-body" idea. 
Divested of this idea, the mind becomes steady. There is pure being, 
free of experiencing anything in particular. 

You are accustomed to dealing with things, physical and mental.
 I am not a thing, nor are you. We are neither matter nor energy,
 neither body nor mind. 

While alive, it [the body] attracts attention and fascinates
 so completely that rarely does one perceive one's real nature.
 It is like seeing the surface of the ocean
 and completely forgetting the immensity beneath.

As long as you take yourself to be a person,
 a body and a mind, 
separate from the stream of life,
 having a will of its own, 
pursuing its own aims, 
you are living merely on the surface, 
and whatever you do will be short-lived 
and of little value.

When you desire and fear, and identify yourself with your feelings, 
you create sorrow and bondage. When you create, with love and wisdom, 
and remain unattached to your creations, 
the result is harmony and peace.

 But whatever be the condition of your mind,
 in what way does it reflect on you?
 It is only your self-identification with your mind
 that makes you happy or unhappy.
 Rebel against your slavery to your mind,
 see your bonds as self-created 
and break the chains of attachment and revulsion.

 Keep in mind your goal of freedom, 
until it dawns on you that you are already free, 
that freedom is not something in the distant future
 to be earned with painful efforts,
 but perennially one's own, to be used! 

Liberation is not an acquisition but a matter of courage, 
the courage to believe that you are free already 
and to act on it.

We are free 'here and now', 
It is only the mind that imagines bondage. 
Once you know your mind and its miraculous powers, 
and remove what poisoned it 
-the idea of a separate and isolated person- 
you just leave it alone to do its work
 among things for which it is well suited. 



~ Excerpts from Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj's
I AM THAT


trauma: not what you think

 





~ Gabor Mate



Friday, November 8, 2024

listen to my silence









Listen to my silence
that murmurs through these leaves
listen to this unwritten song.
.
Much is heaped between these lines
risen without mouth
silted up in the underground.
.
Listen to my paper-thin silence
that is gone with the wind
through the trees.
.
Hear my voice
at the curve of your mouth
earthlydark.
.



~ Jos Steegstra
photo by Michael Kenna

.

stretch out








Leave the familiar for a while.
Let your senses and bodies stretch out
Like a welcomed season
Onto the meadows and shores and hills.
Open up to the Roof.

Make a new water-mark on your excitement
And love.
Like a blooming night flower,
Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness
And giving
Upon our intimate assembly.

Change rooms in your mind for a day.
All the hemispheres in existence
Lie beside an equator
In your heart.

Greet Yourself
In your thousand other forms
As you mount the hidden tide and travel
Back home.

All the hemispheres in heaven
Are sitting around a fire
Chatting
While stitching themselves together
Into the Great Circle inside of
You. 




~ Hafiz


see no stranger

 
 
 

 


See no stranger has become a practice that defines my relationships. . . .
 
 Seeing no stranger begins in wonder. 
It is to look upon the face of anyone and choose to say: 
You are a part of me I do not yet know. 
Wonder is the wellspring for love. 
 
Who we wonder about determines whose stories we hear 
and whose joy and pain we share. Those we grieve with,
 those we sit with and weep with, are ultimately those we organize
 with and advocate for. 
 
When a critical mass of people come together to wonder about one another,
 grieve with one another, and fight with and for one another, we begin to build
 the solidarity needed for collective liberation and transformation
—a solidarity rooted in love. . . .

Out in the world, I notice the unconscious biases that arise in me
 when I look at faces on the street or in the news. 
To practice seeing each of them as a sister or brother or family member, 
I say in my mind: You are a part of me I do not yet know. 
 
Through conscious repetition, I am practicing orienting to the world
 with wonder and preparing myself for the possibility of connection.
 (Sometimes I do this with animals and the earth, too!) 
 
It opens me up to pay attention to their story. When their story is painful, 
I make excuses to turn back—“It’s too overwhelming” or “It’s not my place”
—but I hold the compass and remember that all I need to do is be present
 to their pain and find a way to grieve with them. 
If I can sit with their pain, I begin to ask:

What do they need?
 
 

 
Valarie Kaur
 Australian aboriginal art