Thursday, April 29, 2021

the silent self


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There is a silent self within us whose presence is disturbing
 precisely because it is so silent: it can't be spoken.
 It has to remain silent. To articulate it, to verbalize it,
 is to tamper with it, and in some way to destroy it. 

Now let us frankly face the fact that our culture is one 
which is geared in many ways to help us evade any need to face this inner, silent self.
 We live in a state of constant semi attention to the sound of voices, music, traffic,
 or the generalized noise of what goes on around us all the time. 
This keeps us immersed in a flood of racket and words,
 a diffuse medium in which our consciousness is half diluted:
 we are not quite "thinking", not entirely responding, 
but we are more or less there. 
 
We are not fully present and not entirely absent, 
not fully withdrawn, yet not completely available. 
 
It cannot be said that we are really participating in anything
 and we may in fact, be half conscious of our alienation and resentment. 
Yet we derive a certain comfort from the vague sense that we are
 "part of something" -- 
although we are not quite able to define what that something is -- 
and probably wouldn't want to define it even if we could. 
 
We just float along in the general noise. 
Resigned and indifferent,
 we share semi-consciously in the mindless mind of Muzak 
and radio commercials which pass for "reality".
 
 
 
 

- Thomas Merton
from  Love & Living
art by Andy Mercer
 

 
 

the unwinding






So we sit down, we’re quiet for a while.
And gradually the unwinding happens –
of the mind, and the body, and the heart.
And then maybe we get a glimpse, or a taste, of freedom;
and if we do, then we give our attention to that.
We surrender to that presence.
Dropping out of our heads and surrendering to stillness,
one-pointed presence, effortless vastness.
We let it take us, completely.
That’s what surrender is.



~ Jon Bernie
from  Ordinary Freedom
 
 
 

Tuesday, April 20, 2021

with mindfulness' rope

 
 
 

 
 
Those who wish to keep the trainings
Must with perfect self-possession guard their minds.
Without this guard upon the mind,
The trainings cannot be preserved.
 
Wandering where it will, the elephant of mind,
Will bring us down to torment in the hell of Unrelenting Pain. 
No worldly beast, however wild and crazed, 
Could bring upon us such calamities.
 
If, with mindfulness' rope,
The elephant of mind is tethered all around,
Our fears will come to nothing,
Every virtue drop into our hands. 
 
 
 
 
~ Shantideva
from The Way of the Bodhisattva
 
 
 
 

Sunday, April 18, 2021

equanimity

 
 
 

 
 
 
The things of the world cannot affect the soul;
 they lie inert outside it, and only internal beliefs disturb it.

Nothing happens that isn’t in accord with universal nature, 
and before long you won’t exist at all, just like [your heroes]…
 
 fix your gaze on the matter at hand and see it for what it is,
 and then, keeping in your mind 
your obligation to be a good person 
and the demands of your humanity, 
go right ahead and do it, in the way that seems to you
 to be most just. 
 
But do it with kindness and modesty

describe to yourself every impression that occurs to your mind, 
so that you can clearly see what the thing is like in its entirety, 
stripped to its essence, and tell yourself its proper name 
and the names of the elements of which it consists 
and into which it will be resolved.
 
 Nothing is more conducive to objectivity than the ability 
methodically and honestly to test everything that you come across in life, 
and always to look at things in such a way that you consider
 what kind of part each of them plays in what kind of universe,
 and what value it has for the universe as a whole.

If you carry out every present task by following right reason assiduously, 
resolutely, and with kindness; if rather than getting distracted by irrelevancies, 
you keep your guardian spirit unspoiled and steady, 
as though you had to surrender it at any moment; 
if you engage with the task not with expectations or evasions,
but satisfied if your current performance is in accord 
with nature and if what you say and express is spoken with true  honesty, 
you’ll be living the good life. And there’s no one who can stop you doing so!
 
 
 
 
~ Marcus Aurelius
excerpts from Meditations: The Annotated Edition by Robin Waterfield
art - Light distribution on soap bubble from Le monde physique
with thanks to brainpickings
 
 
 

the inter-relatedness of all things

 
 
 


 
 
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
art by Carl Beam,
  M'Chigeeng First Nation
 
 
 

Friday, April 16, 2021

song of the barren orange tree






Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of seeing myself without fruit.

Why was I born among mirrors?
The day walks in circles around me,
and the night copies me
in all its stars.

I want to live without seeing myself.
And I will dream that ants
and thistleburrs are my 
leaves and my birds.

Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of seeing myself without fruit.





~ Federico Garcia Lorca
translation by W.S. Merwin


Lorca and his family at their house in Granada.





the man who lost his key





A Sufi heard a cry: "I've lost my key;
If it's been found, please give it back to me -
My door's locked fast; I wish to God I knew
How I could get back in.  What can I do?"
The Sufi said: "And why should you complain?
You know where this door is; if you remain
Outside it - even if it is shut fast -
Someone no doubt will open it at last.
You make this fuss for nothing; how much more
Should I complain, who've lost both key and door!"
But if this Sufi presses on, he'll find
The closed or open door which haunts his mind.
Men cannot understand the sufis' state,
That deep Bewilderment which is their fate.
To those who ask: "What can I do?" reply:
"Bid all that you have done till now goodbye!"
Once in the Valley of Bewilderment
The pilgrim suffers endless discontent,
Crying: "How long must I endure delay,
Uncertainty? When shall I see the Way?
When shall I know? Oh, when?"  But knowledge here
Is turned again to indecisive fear;
Complaints become an grateful eulogy
And blasphemy is faith, faith blasphemy.





~Farid Attar
from The Conference of Birds
translation by Afkham Darbandi and Dick Davis



dreams




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~  Emil Nolde
born: 7 August 1867 Hans Emil Hansen Nolde at Burkal, North Schleswig
died: 13th  April 1956 Seebüll, North Friesland
one of the leading painters of expressionism
one of the great water-color artists in the 20th Century
Nolde is known for his expressive choice of colors

with thanks to Semsakrebsler








Tuesday, April 13, 2021

search for?








Don’t you see that it is your very search for happiness
 that makes you feel miserable? 
 
Try the other way: indifferent to pain and pleasure, 
neither seeking, nor refusing, 
give all your attention to the level on which
 ‘I am’ is timelessly present. 

Soon you will realize that peace and happiness are in your very nature 
and it is only seeking them through some particular channels that disturbs. 

Avoid the disturbance, that is all. 
 
To seek there is no need;
 you would not seek what you already have. 
You yourself are God, the Supreme Reality. 
To begin with, trust me, trust the teacher. 
It enables you to make the first step - 
and then your trust is justified by your own experience.



~ Nisargadatta Maharaj



happiness






As long as you chase happiness,
you are not ready to be happy, 
even if you owned everything.

As long as you lament a loss,
run after prizes in restless races,
you have not yet known peace.

But when you have moved beyond desire,
become a stranger to your goals and longings
and call no longer on happiness by name,

then you heart rises calmly
above the ebb and flow of action
and peace has reached your soul.


~ Hermann Hesse
translation by Ludwig Max Fischer 
 

so much




.
 
 
 
 
It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
A wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
Something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.
 
But happiness floats.
It doesn’t need you to hold it down.
It doesn’t need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
And disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
And now live over a quarry of noise and dust
Cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own,
It too could wake up filled with possibilities
Of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
And love even the floor which needs to be swept,
The soiled linens and scratched records….
 
Since there is no place large enough 
To contain so much happiness,
You shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you
Into everything you touch. You are not responsible.
You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
For the moon, but continues to hold it, and to share it,
And in that way, be known.






.
~ Naomi Shihab Nye
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Sunday, April 11, 2021

a life





That the stars are adamant
everyone understands—
but I won’t give up seeking joy on each blue wave
or peace below every gray stone.
If happiness never comes, what is a life?
A lily withers in the sand
and if its nature has failed? The tide
washes the beach at night.
What is the fly looking for on the spider’s web?
What does a dayfly make of its hours?
(Two wings creased over a hollow body.)

Black will never turn to white—
yet the perfume of our struggle lingers
as each morning fresh flowers
spring up from hell.

The day will come
when the earth is emptied, the skies collapse
and all goes still—
when nothing remains but the dayfly
folded in a leaf.
But no one knows it.




~  Edith Sodergran
translation by Averill Curdy

bluebird

 
 
 
 

 

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you? 
 
 
 


~ Charles Bukowski
from The Last Night of the Earth Poems
 art by Ayat Fawzy
 

 
 
 

a gardner digs in another time

 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 The gardener digs in another time, without past or future, beginning or end.
 A time that does not cleave the day with rush hours, lunch breaks, the last bus home.
 As you walk in the garden you pass into this time —
 the moment of entering can never be remembered.
 Around you the landscape lies transfigured.
 Here is the Amen beyond the prayer.

I have re-discovered my boredom here… 
where I can fight “what next” with nothing.

My garden is a memorial, each circular bed a dial and a true lover’s knot 
— planted with lavender, helichryssum and santolina.

to whom it may concern
in the dead stones of a planet
no longer remembered as earth
may he decipher this opaque hieroglyph
perform an archeology of soul
on these precious fragments
all that remains of our vanished days
here — at the sea’s edge
I have planted a stony garden
dragon tooth dolmen spring up
to defend the porch
steadfast warriors
 
 
 
 
~ Derek Jarman
from Modern Nature
with thanks to brianpickings
art by Emily Hughes


 
 

Friday, April 9, 2021

something unimportant






Happy as something unimportant
and free as a thing unimportant.
As something no one prizes
and which does not prize itself.
As something mocked by all
and which mocks at their mockery.
As laughter without serious reason. 
As a yell able to outyell itself.
Happy as no matter what,
as any no matter what.

Happy
as a dog's tail.



~ Anna Swir
from Talking to my body
translated by Czeslaw Milosz