Tuesday, February 8, 2022

here

 
 
 



 
 
I see the lamp, the face, the eye, 
an alter where the soul bows, a
 
gladness and refuge. My loving says,
"Here. I can leave my personality
 
here." My reason agrees! "How can 
I object when a rose makes the bent
 
backs stand up like cypresses?" Such
surrender changes everything. Turks
 
understand Armenian! Body abandons
boldness. Soul goes to the center.
 
Rubies appear in the begging bowl.
But don't brag when this happens.
 
Be secluded and silent. Stay in 
the delight, and be brought the
 
cup that will come. No artfulness.
Practice quiet and this new joy.
 
 
 
 
 ~ Rumi
from The Soul of Rumi 
translations by Coleman Barks
 
 
 

Monday, February 7, 2022

there is a candle

 
 
 
 
 

 
 
There is a candle in the heart of man, waiting to be kindled.
In separation from the Friend, there is a cut waiting to be
stitched. 

Love comes of its own free will, 
it can’t be learned
in any school.

There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired,
as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts
from books and from what the teacher says,
collecting information from the traditional sciences
as well as from the new sciences.
With such intelligence you rise in the world.
You get ranked ahead or behind others
in regard to your competence in retaining
information. You stroll with this intelligence
in and out of fields of knowledge, getting always more
marks on your preserving tablets.

There is another kind of tablet, one
already completed and preserved inside you.
A spring overflowing its springbox. A freshness
in the center of the chest. This other intelligence
does not turn yellow or stagnate. It’s fluid,
and it doesn’t move from outside to inside
through conduits of plumbing-learning.
This second knowing is a fountainhead
from within you, moving out.
 
 
 ~ Rumi

 

the art you practice







A wealth you cannot imagine
flows through you.

Do not consider what strangers say.
Be secluded in your secret heart-house,
that bowl of silence.

Talking, no matter how humble-seeming,
is really a kind of bragging.

Let silence be the art 
you practice.




~ Rumi
translation by Coleman Barks
from Rumi: Bridge to the Soul



amor fati

 
 
 

 
 
 
 
Little soul,
you have wandered
lost a long time.

The woods all dark now,
birded and eyed.

Then a light, a cabin, a fire, a door standing open.

The fairy tales warn you:
Do not go in,
you who would eat will be eaten.

You go in. You quicken.

You want to have feet.
You want to have eyes.
You want to have fears.




~ Jane Hirshfield
from Poetry (February 2017)
with thanks to Love is a Place




Friday, February 4, 2022

stages






As every flower fades, so with all youth
And age brings different flowers at each stage of life,
Blooms each and every virtue and wisdom
In their time, and may not last forever.
From within every heart,  life calls, be
Ready for parting, and each new endeavor,
To bravely and without remorse
Find new beauty in the next other.
In all beginnings dwells a magic
Protecting us and helping us to live.

We shall traverse realm on realm,
cleaving to none as a home,
The world of spirit wishes not to fetter us,
He will raise us higher, to wider spaces.
We're hardly at home in one circle,
 Familiar habits make for indolence,
In someone who is ready to depart and travel,
 The crippling habit may dismiss itself.

Perhaps even the hour of death
may bring us home to new fresh spaces
The call of life to us is never ending ...
Well, my heart, bid farewell continually!



~ Hermann Hesse




Thursday, February 3, 2022

relaxing into flexibility and composure

 
 
 
 

 
 
We are so used to being caught up in our thoughts and feelings
 that we lose sight of our true nature. The key to meditation
 is to recognize that the host is not the guest. 
 
The comings and goings of thoughts and feelings are like guests
 coming into our homes. Would you let guests run your house? 
Of course not. You're the host. You may consult them, 
but you must be the one to make any final decisions.
 Most of the time, trouble comes when we listen to the guests - 
our fleeting thoughts and feelings - and ignore our responsibility as hosts.
 For example, some people are extremely affected by 
self-disparaging thoughts. But why should our happiness 
depend on passing thoughts? 
Our true nature, is already free and liberated.
 
Who is the host though?
 
Many of us are habituated to tensing up throughout the day.
Due to our postures while sitting or working, we may have pain
in different areas of our bodies. For some of us,even certain words
 or images can trigger tension. Every time these scenarios arise, 
the body responds in a certain way. These are signs that our bodies
 have learned to respond to situations with tension, and there's
blockage.  
 
 Progressive relaxation from head to toe, by placing 
awareness on each body part and feeling its accompanying 
sensations. Not thinking, but experiencing the sensations of the body. 
This practice strengthens our ability to relax both in 
meditation and in daily life. It enhances our brain's flexibility
and stimulates neurons that secret neurotransmitters,
which strengthen our ability to make connections.
This enhancement helps enable composure when we're
faced with difficulties.
 
 
 
 
~ Guo Gu
excerpts from Silent Illumination
 art by WOLFSKULLJACK
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, February 2, 2022

the little horse







the little horse is newlY
Born)he knows nothing,and feels
everything;all around whom is
perfectly a strange
ness Of sun
light and of fragrance and of
Singing)is ev
erywhere(a welcom
ing dream: is amazing)
a worlD.and in
this world lies:smoothbeautifuL
ly folded;a(breathing and a gro
Wing)silence, who:
is:somE
oNe


.
e.e. cummings




a looking








silence
.is
a
looking

bird:the

turn
ing;edge,of
life

(inquiry before snow



~ e. e. cummings



Thursday, January 27, 2022

contentment

 
 
 

 
 
Contentment counters and overrides our constant tendency to grasp and chase after things. Contentment has the flavor of being at ease - grasping nothing, lacking nothing. It is being open and leisurely. In this state, we don't make anything into a big deal, while at the same time we engage with the freshness of each moment. Cultivating an attitude of contentment is engaging with and yet not grasping at causes and conditions.
 
We are swayed by causes and conditions when we feel a sense of lack and when grasping is present. We inevitably get sucked into the vortex of grasping and rejecting, having and lacking.  These polarities bring up all sorts of other issues, such as trying to escape from who we are or, alternately, trying desperately to be someone we're not.
 
There is no formulaic way to cultivate contentment or non-grasping. We need to personally explore the flavor of contentment and digest this feeling little by little, becoming familiar with it in our lives. We can't just force this attitude on ourselves and expect to be able to plow through all of our problems. Contentment is not a mere concept. We need to appreciate the depth of what it means to be content. It is not just being disinterested or detached from everything.
 
When we are content, we appreciate what we have, and we are able to engage fully with whatever may arise. There's a freshness to it. With contentment, we're able to avail ourselves openly of everything, without rejecting anything. In this process, there may be pain and grief, But we are cultivating the ability to feel fully, to be present to whatever arises without judgment. Allowing such feelings to move through us will make us stronger. We are incredibly resilient. Our hearts and minds will eventually accept and release whatever comes through us.
 
 
 
 
~ Guo Gu
from Silent Illumination
 
 
  

Tuesday, January 25, 2022

a fabrication

 
 
 
 

 
It’s funny how much our surroundings influence our emotions. 
Our joys and sorrows, likes and dislikes are colored by our environment 
so much that often we just let our surroundings dictate our course. 
 
We go along with “public” feelings until we no longer even know
 our own true aspirations. We become a stranger to ourselves,
 molded entirely by society… 
Sometimes I feel caught between two opposing selves — 
the “false self” imposed by society and what I would call my “true self.” 
 
How often we confuse the two and assume society’s mold to be our true self.
 Battles between our two selves rarely result in a peaceful reconciliation.
 Our mind becomes a battlefield...

These are our loneliest moments. Yet every time we survive such a storm, 
we grow a little. Without storms like these, I would not be who I am today.
 But I rarely hear such a storm coming until it is already upon me.
 It seems to appear without warning, as though treading silently
 on silk slippers. I know it must have been brewing a long time,
 simmering in my own thoughts and mental formations,
 but when such a frenzied hurricane strikes,
 nothing outside can help.
 I am battered and torn apart,
 and I am also saved.

I saw that the entity I had taken to be “me” was really a fabrication.
 My true nature, I realized, was much more real,
 both uglier and more beautiful than I could have imagined.

 I saw that I am neither young nor old, existent nor nonexistent.
 My friends know I can be as playful and mischievous as a child.
 I love to kid around and enter fully into the game of life.
 I also know what it is to get angry. And I know the pleasure
 of being praised. I am often on the verge of tears or laughter. 
But beneath all of these emotions, what else is there? 
How can I touch it?
 If there isn’t anything, 
why would I be so certain that there is?

 I understood that I am empty of ideals, hopes, viewpoints, or allegiances.
 I have no promises to keep with others. In that moment,
 the sense of myself as an entity among other entities disappeared. 
I knew that this insight did not arise from disappointment, 
despair, fear, desire, or ignorance. A veil silently lifted effortlessly. 
That is all. If you beat me, stone me, or even shoot me, 
everything that is considered to be “me” will disintegrate.
 Then, what is actually there will reveal itself — faint as smoke, 
elusive as emptiness, and yet neither smoke nor emptiness,
 ugly, nor not ugly, beautiful, yet not beautiful. 
It is like a shadow on a screen.

At that moment, I had the deep feeling that I had returned.
 My clothes, my shoes, even the essence of my being had vanished,
 and I was carefree as a grasshopper pausing on a blade of grass… 
 
When a grasshopper sits on a blade of grass, 
he has no thought of separation, resistance, or blame…
 The green grasshopper blends completely with the green grass… 
It neither retreats nor beckons. It knows nothing of philosophy or ideals. 
It is simply grateful for its ordinary life. Dash across the meadow,
 my dear friend, and greet yesterday’s child. 
 
When you can’t see me, you yourself will return. 
Even when your heart is filled with despair, you will find the same grasshopper
 on the same blade of grass… Some life dilemmas cannot be solved 
by study or rational thought. We just live with them, struggle with them,
 and become one with them…
 To live, we must die every instant.
 We must perish again and again
 in the storms that make life possible.



~ Thich Nhat Hanh
from  Fragrant Palm Leaves: Journals 1962–1966
with thanks to the marginalian 



Saturday, January 22, 2022

breath deeply with movement

 
 
 

 
~ Judy K Young

Qigong practice is focuses mastering the art of breathing. 
How we breathe has a vital effect on our well-being physically,
 mentally, and spiritually. As you gain more control of your breathing,
 you gain more mastery of the rest of your body.
 
Your heart beats slower and more effectively

Muscles relax

Levels of nitric oxide increase, 
which relaxes blood vessel muscles and lowers blood pressure

Deep breathing is a signal to your body that the danger is over. 
The fight-or-flight hormone production stops and your body 
returns to a neutral, peaceful state. Your mind becomes clear 
and you regain perspective. 
 
This peace spills over into every part of your life.
 
 
 

zen hospice training


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From Zen Hospice training I have taken these three precious gems:

Sit
Breathe
Listen

and carried them around with me everywhere, all week. 

Sitting, not always literally, as in taking the time to settle into each moment, fully. There is a groundedness to be had there, that says, yes, I am here in this place, at this moment. I sit while I walk. I 'sit' while I drive. I 'sit' while I am talking to someone. I 'sit' everywhere, nowadays . . . 

Breathing, as a way of staying anchored in the body. I can't say enough about the gift of belly breath. So much calmness to be drawn from each breath, rising and falling in the belly. Breath has become my constant companion, my best friend, that can help me survive even the most turbulent circumstances.

Listening, as in paying attention to self, and all the thoughts, and emotions, and sensations that arise, moment to moment. Listening, as in keeping eyes, and ears, and all the other sense organs fully open to receive others. This often means talking less, and putting aside the chattering 'I'. 

Three simple things, that can change your life, and the lives of those around you!
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~  Marguerite Manteau-Rao
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Friday, January 21, 2022

be as wood to a carpenter





To put it more simply, let that mysterious grace move in your spirit
 as it will and follow wherever it leads you.  Let it be the active doer 
and you the passive receiver.  Do not meddle with it, but let it be... 

Your part is to be as wood to a carpenter or a home to a dweller.
  Remain blind during this time cutting away all desire to know, 
for knowledge is a hindrance here.  Be content to feel 
this mysterious grace sweetly awaken in the 
depths of your spirit.   Forget everything...



~ The Cloud of Unknowing




by the true, loving will of your heart






For silence is not God, nor speaking; 
fasting is not God, nor eating; 
solitude is not God, nor company; 
nor any other pair of opposites.  

He is hidden between them, 
and cannot be found by anything your soul does, 
but only by the love of your heart. 


He cannot be known by reason, 
he cannot be thought, caught, or sought by understanding.  
But he can be loved and chosen by the true, loving will of your heart.



~ The Cloud of Unknowing
Written anonymously, this practical, unemotional book of instruction focuses on stripping away all earthly ways of knowing, of passing through the cloud of forgetting and piercing the cloud of unknowing that exists between himself and God.  Widely read in the fourteen century for its beauty in aiding a contemplative experience, The Cloud, is better known than the later work, The Book of Privy Counseling which also clearly written by one who has trodden the mystical path himself and offers others a helping hand.

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Wednesday, January 19, 2022

the peace that surpasses understanding