Followers

Saturday, May 31, 2008

All things are conditions of mind.




















That which knows the mind is the

unconditional SELF of everything.
~Ramesh S. Balsekar

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Searching for the Dharma



You've traveled up ten
thousand steps in search of
the Dharma.

So many long days in the archives, copying, copying.

The gravity of the Tang and the profundity of the Sung
make heavy baggage.
Here! I've picked you a bunch of wildflowers.
Their meaning is the same
but they're much easier to carry.
~ Xu Yun ~

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Cosmogenesis


"By means of all created things, without exception, the divine assails us, penetrates us, and molds us. We imagined it as distant and inaccessible, whereas in fact we live steeped in its burning layers . . . This palpable world, which we are used to treating with the boredom and disrespect with which we habitually regard places with no sacred association, is a holy place."

-Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, *The Divine Milieu*

Sunday, May 18, 2008

birthday 2008



"In reality only the Ultimate is. The rest is a
matter of name and
form. And as long as we
cling to the idea that only what has name
and
shape exists, the Supreme will appear to us
non-existing. When
we understand that names
and shapes are
hollow shells without any
content whatsoever, and what is real is
nameless
and formless, pure energy of life and light of
consciousness,
we will be at peace - immersed
in the deep silence of reality."
~Nisargadatta

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Ladybug


inch by inch
exploring the universe.

G.Rosenstock

That this entire phenomenal show of the universe has no purpose indicates the obvious futility of seeking a goal in life. No sooner is a goal conceived than spontaneity is at once destroyed and the self
conscious ego takes over in destructive competition against everything that comes, thus missing all that is worthwhile in life. It is, indeed, the
"purposeful" life which entirely misses out on the purpose

of life! The true purposeless vision misses nothing and enjoys
everything without inhibition.
~Ramesh S. Balsekar

Friday, May 16, 2008

Lost


Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

~ David Wagoner ~

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Cellular


At a certain level of magnification the various cells of an organism appear to be engaged in a fierce and ruthless battle for individual survival. Yet if the organism as a whole is observed at a different level of magnification, it is clearly seen that what appears as conflict at the lower level is indeed harmony at the higher level. And so it is with the ceaseless flow of energy passing through infinitely diverse patterns, expressing the rhythm and unity of Life throughout the changing myriad's of forms in the manifest universe, for which the illusory individual ego has unnecessarily and mistakenly assumed the burden of concern.
~
Ramesh S. Balsekar

Monday, May 12, 2008


Nature does not know or care about the world or man-made opposites. Nature is perfectly
satisfied and happy to produce a world of
infinite, rapturous variety that knows nothing
about pretty or ugly,
ethical or unethical. Nature never apologizes for anything, nor does it see or acknowledge anything of man's
misconceived errors of
opposition.
~Ramesh S. Balsekar

Thanatopsis


















Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix forever with the elements,
To be a brother to the insensible rock
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mold.

~ William Cullen Bryant

Happy Birthday Siddhartha Gautama






















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. 563–479 BC

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

The Second Coming






















Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming!
Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi

Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert.


A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches toward Bethlehem
to be born?
-W. B. Yeats

Monday, May 05, 2008

The Bat Poet























...
A bat is born
Naked and blind and pale.

His mother makes a pocket of her tail

And catches him.
He clings to her long fur

By his thumbs and toes and teeth.

And then the mother dances through the night

Doubling and looping, soaring, somersaulting --
Her baby hangs on underneath.


... The mother eats the moths and gnats she catches
In full flight; in full flight

The mother drinks the water of the pond

She skims across.

~Randall Jerrell

Saturday, May 03, 2008

WHAT SHOULD WE DO ABOUT THAT MOON?


A wine bottle fell from a wagon and
broke open in a field.

That night one hundred beetles and all their cousins
Gathered

and did some serious binge drinking.

They even found some seed husks nearby
and began to play them like drums and whirl.
This made God very happy.

Then the "night candle" rose into the sky
and one drunk creature, laying down his instrument,
said to his friend ~ for no apparent
Reason,

"What should we do about that moon?"

Seems to Hafiz
Most everyone has laid aside the music

Tackling such profoundly useless
Questions.

Nature as Mind





















"There is a great insight which our culture is
deliberately designed to
suppress, distort,
and ignore: that Nature is a minded entity;
that Nature
is not simply the random flight
of atoms through electromagnetic fields;

that Nature is not the empty, despiritualized
lumpen matter that we
inherit from modern
physics. But it is instead a kind of intelligence,
a kind
of mind."
- Terence McKenna