9/30/2013

Conditions of Happiness Already Available in the Body Here and Now: Thich Naht Hanh


~from Thich Naht Hanh, August, 201l, University of British Columbia, Awakening the Heart and Healing the Body through Mindfulness of Breathing

"When I look deeply, I see that the kingdom of God is a place where there is understanding and love. But there is something else: Suffering. If there is no suffering, how can you give rise to understanding and love?

I do not want to send my children to a place where there is no suffering. Because in such a place they have no chance to learn how to understand and to be compassionate. That is why, in my definition of the kingdom of God, it is not a place without suffering. It is a place where people know how to make use of suffering to create love and understanding. It is like the mud and the lotus. If there is no mud, there is no lotus flower....

****

When you breathe in mindfully, you bring your mind home to your body, and you establish yourself in the here and now. And then you realize that there are so many conditions of happiness that are already available in the here and the now.

Breathing in, I am aware of my eyes, breathing out I smile to my eyes.... I only need to open my eyes to enjoy this paradise of form and color. Having our eyes is one condition of happiness we possess right now.

Breathing in, I am aware of my heart. Breathing out I smile to my heart. Use the practice of mindful breathing to recognize the presence of your heart. Embrace your heart with the energy of mindfulness and send love to your own heart.


Practice like this with every organ in the body. This is the practice recommended by the Buddha in the sutra on the contemplation of the body in the body. (Anapanasati Sutra) Buddha says, "Suppose there is a farmer who opens a bag of seeds and allows all the seeds to flow out on the floor. He pays attention to every seed, and recognizes every kind. This is a seed of kidney bean, this is a seed of corn, this is a seed of mung bean. So the practitioner of meditation does the same thing.

Using mindful breathing, the practitioner recognizes her eyes, and smiles at these eyes. Then she goes down through the body, recognizing the nose, tongue, lungs, heart, kidney, liver, and so on. It is scanning the body with the energy of awareness. In a hospital we scan with an x-ray. But in the Buddha's practice, we use a ray of mindfulness to scan our body, to visit all parts of our body and to smile on each one. This helps us relieve the tension that causes illness, and to heal the body.

So the Buddha recommends that you visit all parts of your body and send the energy of compassion to every part. This is the practice of deep total relaxation.

And when you come to a place that is ailing, you may stay longer. You may hold that organ longer in the energy of mindfulness, and that will help the healing to take place more quickly.

When we practice visiting all parts of our body, we recognize that there are so many conditions of happiness already within us, and also around us in the environment. Mindfulness in the present moment helps us realize that we already have more than enough conditions to be happy right here and right now. We do not have to run into the future to look for more conditions of happiness.

This is a basic teaching of the Buddha: you can be happy and joyful right in the here and the now. The Sanskrit expression is dristrah dharma sukka vihara: "dwelling happily right in the present moment."

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9/27/2013

A Practice For This Moment

True faith means not asking for any other blessing but this breath, at this moment, from the One who breathes you. And we don't even need to ask for that.

 Caress your chest with this breath. Loving your own heart softens the whole world. A practice for any moment.

Now gaze into the eyes of a friend, partner, child, or perfect stranger, and carry their gaze into your chest with this breath. Nourish your heart with the pain and beauty of the world. A practice for dissolving the illusion of separateness.

9/26/2013

Circles of Desire


Desire is not a linear path that leads us toward a goal. Desire is circular. The fulfillment of a desire is not progress toward some end. Rather, it carries us back to the state we were in before the desire arose.

In actuality, we are always there, in the same desireless place. We come from this space, we are destined for this space. And in this space there is no time.

Yet through desire we create time. We make constant little excursions and side trips of desire, sensation, and return. Finally, we tire of desire-tripping and awaken to just being here.

Now we desire one last thing: Fully awake, to explore this home space, this Om space, the unfathomable ocean of not wanting.

I do not desire to go "beyond" desire. I desire to rest before desire, a priori desire, deeper than any sadness or joy.

So I watch desire without suppressing it. I witness desire and the fulfillment of desire, remaining awake. Without judgment, I notice where I Am at the beginning and the end of desire.

By fulfilling this desire, do I possess anything I did not own before I began this excursion? Have I advanced down any sort of path? Is the present moment at the end of this desire and its fulfillment any different than the moment when the desire arose? Or are they actually the same eternal moment?

Again, I watch my desire rise and fall, without suppressing or grasping it, or naming it "right" or "wrong." What if I honor this desire and feel it completely, but do not enact it?

What if I sense my desire, not as the repeated image of a past experience, or the imagination of a future one, but as present living energy in my body?

Now I feel this desire fulfill itself. I feel it burn itself away, a galaxy of dissolving electrons in my forehead, throat, chest, belly, or groin....

Have I lost any pleasure by not putting my desire into action?

Or have I in fact gained something quite profound: a more established, solidified, permanent Witness, a deeper inner Silence?

"At this time, flares of Shiva from the stars leap down to kiss surges of Shakti from the earth. These polarities meet as lightning in the human nervous system, swirling up and down the subtle dimensions of the spine. The effusive delights of their union may feel like a dizzy opening of the crown, a radiant pressure in the brow, trembling romance in the heart, restless excitement in the solar plexus, or the stirring of Eros through the hips.

"In meditation, there may be luminous golden supernovae, with the influx of celestial music. In the body, heightened sexual attraction. In large crowds, exhilaration, confusion, and possible violence.

"Now it is essential to have a stable regular meditation practice, grounding and channeling these energies so that they remain creative, and do not become destructive or dissipated. Avoid practices of mere concentration, which at this time will only cause head-ache, repression, and frustration. Learn practices that focus the energies without denying them, channeling fire upward from the Earth, breathing starlight downward from the crown, so that Shiva and Shakti, Christ and Mary Magdalene, may meet in the Bridal Chamber of Hridaya, the Heart, consummating their marriage as divine human Radiance, and giving birth to inspired acts of art or service."  ~U.

Politics of the Buddha

 

Buddha mind is neither liberal nor conservative. 
Since clarity is always boundless, there is nothing to liberate. 
Since awareness is always empty, there is nothing to conserve. 
Radiating clear empty sapphire Buddha joy, 
dissolve politics into Presence. 
Earth is always perfect, just as it is. 
Accepting it with every breath perfects it even more.

Pretending

A great deal of this so-called "spirituality" consists of pretending, based on the desperate proposition that if we pretend to be happy, we will be. Look deeply into this. It is the basis of many rituals, spiritual practices, celebrations, satsangs, and even service projects.

We so often attempt to create happiness through sympathetic magic. Are we spontaneously born each moment from a spring of original happiness inside, or are we just trying to act like it, trying to smile like it, under the assumption that everybody else seems happy, so I'm damn well going to act like I am too?

Consider that no outward "spiritual" or "moral" behavior actually causes happiness or enlightenment to arise. Happiness arises un-caused, simply as the relaxed ease, the complete repose, of not pretending.

9/25/2013

Your Gaze

My gaze flows clear and translucent into the depths of eternal Presence. But from where does it flow? Every atom of my eye is made out of protons and stories that are billions of years old. This Now contains an infinite past. Is it not my freedom, my choice every moment, whether to let the past claim me, or to baptize time itself in eternity?

Running Away From Now

A profound poem by Guthema Roba... Consider the infinite opportunity of this ordinary moment from which you are tempted to be distracted by a mere image of some past futility.
"I was going for a short walk -
in our neighborhood,
those long elegant trees
were rising
to touch the half dark sweet moon.
Birds were singing of aliveness.
In the highway
People were speeding –
they were running away
from what expands them,
what makes their hearts
explode with joy."

~Guthema

It's OK Not To Forgive

Shhhh... It's OK not to forgive. Just don't harm anyone, don't seek revenge. That's all.

Nothing could be crueler than telling someone they should forgive. Especially if they've been abused, violated, or betrayed.

Hug your pain and your non-forgiveness, which has every right to be there. Keep hugging, cradling, and being real to yourself.

Then some day, when it happens, it happens, because it feels OK in your heart. The fruit is ripe and it drops. So you let it go. No one can force it, and no one needs to make it a 'should.' I love you.

9/23/2013

Ancient Light


I am utterly convinced that Abraham (A-brahm, "from-Brahman"), Moses, Jesus and Muhammad, Buddha, Shankara, Mahavira and Guru Nanak, all revealed the same divine Source, each through their own culture and epoch. That Source is the light that shines eternally in the human heart.

All religious scriptures, stories, rites and symbols are metaphors, pointers to that Source. As the stuff of ecstatic poetry, these symbols profoundly enrich us. But when priestly authorities turn them into doctrine, mistaking pointers for the ineffable radiance toward which they point, their authority becomes a great evil, their doctrine a vicious obstacle to our happiness.

Gently, resolutely, abandon the tribal cult of the past, embrace the ancient Light now, and reveal pure beauty on the alter of this heartbeat. Then you will know what Jesus meant by the words, "Amen, Amen, I say unto you: before Abraham was, I Am." (John 8:58)

You too may say those words. Reveal your Self. Anoint your Self. Delight your Self. Isn't it time to quit looking for that place, and start looking from that place?

The Unpardonable Sin

"Every kind of sin can be forgiven, but blasphemy against the Spirit will not be forgiven." (Matthew 12:31)

Jesus made the remarkable statement that there is only one unpardonable sin: to blaspheme against the Holy Spirit. What does this mean? 

The Spirit is my very life-breath. If I blaspheme against myself, if I belittle my own life, not even God can help me. The unpardonable sin is to think so little of myself that I give away my spiritual authority to another. 

Whether I go to Church or don't go to Church, whether I follow one religion or another, or none at all, doesn't matter at all. What matters is to pray this prayer for absolution of all my sins: 
"O My Self, have mercy on me. Forgive me for placing my faith in anyone else, forgive me for forfeiting my spiritual authority to another, priest or pope, savior or guru. Forgive me for doubting the audacious humility of my perfection. For it is only when I embrace my unfalleness, that I may ignite perfect joy in others. Amen."

9/20/2013

Crystalline



1. The Self 

No sensory or chemical stimulus can unfold the self-effulgent uncreated Light of consciousness. Consciousness must come Om to its infinite subjectivity, without an object. Thus the science of meditation explores the structure of awareness through awareness alone.

This is why Patanjali defines Yoga as "chitta vritti nirodhah." "Chitta" means awareness. "Vritti" is the Sanskrit root of the English word "vibration." "Nirodha" means to neutralize and still. Yoga is the cessation of vibrations in awareness.

If we throw pebbles of sensation or chemical stimulation into the pool of awareness, we create ripples, experienced as thoughts and images in the mind. They may be very pleasant ripples, but they prevent the stilling of the pool into its Self-nature, which is "ananda," pure bliss.

Every sensation produced by an external source is a super-imposition, an impurity that distorts the Self-radiant jewel. To reveal its own diamond essence of absolute bliss and absolute beauty, consciousness must be unalloyed, unconditioned, utterly silent. This transcendental silence is not only a silence from external sensation but from thinking, for even a thought is an object, external to pure awareness.

In the transcendental deep meditation, we do not focus on any external stimulus, but rest gracefully in the ground of Being - boundless, ever expanding, and effulgent with divine Light. This Light is pure love, the ancient Self.

Only the jewel is adamant enough to penetrate the jewel.


2. The Mantra

"Is the mantra not an external stimuli, making ripples in the still pool of awareness?" 

This is an excellent question. It takes us into the science of mantra yoga,  a profound secret that is not understood in the West. People mistakenly believe that meditation is just repeating a mantra, or concentrating on it, and that the mantra is an external sound. In that case, mantra would be a super-imposition, and the practice would merely distract us from inner silence. Anyone who simply repeats a mantra is not allowing real meditation to happen.

"Manas" means mind. "Tra" means vehicle. The mantra is the vehicle that leads mind back to its source.  A living mantra, a "chaitanya" mantra, is received through the Guru at "diksha" initiation. This is not the casual hearing of an external stimulus, because a living mantra does not come from outside: it arises from the vibrant inner structure of consciousness itself.

Mantra is the vibration of the void, a fluctuation of the vacuum at the ground-state of cosmic energy. In graceful meditation, there is no repetition or concentration. We simply allow the mantra to settle. As its vibration settles into Source, the whole mind settles into transcendental silence. It is not the repetition, but the conscious fading away and dissolving of the mantra, that defines its deepest function. Effortless dissolution of the mantra leaves awareness pure, unalloyed, thought-free, and Self-radiant.

Then we understand that the mantra was never an ordinary word, sound, or external sensation. We  picked up its external echo at the moment of initiation. Then, by the intrinsic grace of Being, the mantra unified our awareness in its source, where the mantra eternally resonates as the inner structure of divine Silence.


The final mystery of mantra is Grace. "The impulse that draws the mantra into transcendental silence is exactly the same impulse that draws the devotee to the Guru." ~Maharishi Mahesh Yogi 

9/16/2013

Labore Est Saltare: To Work Is To Dance


Ora et labora, said Saint Benedict, 
pray and work.
So we became holy monks.
 

Then Love whispered, Ora et salta, 
pray and dance.
So we became fools
 

neither holy nor unholy, 
just drunk
on raindrops and sunbeams.


Can we work and dance at the same time? Tribal people teach us how. Pre-colonial Africans had work dances and work songs, which slaves brought to America. In parts of Africa, they still sing and dance while working. I have seen them do it... Even African longshoremen working on American ships. Thus the African American term "Worksong," like the jazz classic by Nat Adderly, embedded below.

But white Euro-culture divorced work from prayer, work from dance, work from song. We filled work with a sense of dread and anxiety. Why? Marx wrote all about that... 

When I was a Merchant Marine seaman, I was on a freighter in the port of Dakar, Senegal. The officer directed me to supervise African workers who were trying to move a huge crate across the deck to a position where the crane could hoist it down into the hull.

These workmen labored 12 hours straight with no rest, and no food but a few kola nuts wrapped in a bandana. They were listless and drowsy, and the American Merchant Marine officers disdained them, even kicking them when they got too sleepy.

I had no idea what I was doing or how to get the men to move the crate, which probably had some diplomat's car in it, headed for the American embassy. Finally the leader of the men pleaded with me, "Boss, let us do it the African way."

I looked up at the officer on the bridge, who frowned and shook his head. So I said, "No." 

They kept struggling and again the man asked me, "Let us do it the African way." Evidently the white American officers were dedicated to keeping the African workers subservient: it was a rule that they must not do anything "the African way." I had no idea what this was all about. It was 1968, I was just a 22 year old looking for some knowledge about the world, and I had never consciously encountered systemic, intentional, institutionalized racism.

The Africans made no headway with the crate. It wouldn't budge an inch. On the bridge, the officer looked down at us smugly. Now the longshoreman asked me a third time if they might do it the African way, and I gave up any pretense of control. "What the hell," I thought, "I don't know anything, and life should be more interesting than this."

So I challenged the men, "Go ahead, show us how to do it the African way!" The officer looked disgusted. He turned his back on us and went into the cabin. The Africans immediately started smiling. Their eyes literally brightened and their bodies stood tall. They began to sing, chanting in unison. A work song.

Every seventh beat, they pressed their shoulders to the crate and heaved, all together. The crate slid a good six inches each time. Moving across the deck as part of the rhythm of their dance, their song, that enormous crate was suddenly light and alive. It danced too. And in a very short time the men had moved it over fifty feet, under the crane.

The men were sweating. They had dazzling grins on their faces. They were very much awake. I learned more that day than in seven years of college and graduate school.

9/13/2013

Holy Mater: the Sacrament of Sensation



 I. Sacred Sensuality 
"Ancient rishis called it Gyan-ganu, solidified Knowledge. Every particle contains all the information in the cosmos... Empty space is really not empty, but filled with bliss and knowledge. Knowing that, we simply relax and get connected."  ~Sri Sri Ravi Shankar
1.
A molecule of dung sings with the voice of Andromeda. The holly berry ripens, humming with the moon. When the wood thrush chants, hidden in dark branches, sunlight gushes through her throat. Minerals, plants and animals are all suffused with the nectar of consciousness. Yet having no mind, they neither worry nor doubt: they are immersed in the oceanic sensuality of the Holy Spirit, beyond any need for thought. 

Choiceless delight irradiates dust, berry and bird, in weightless awareness without an 'I.' It is for humans to worry and doubt, because only humans have invented the mind, in the no-man's-land between biosphere and angelic kingdom.

When a stream of photons bursts the bud, I say that stream is consciously blissful. Green seedlings break ground, aching like nipples for the kiss of the sun: I say they are aware. Sparrow-throated joy arises at first light, witnessing its own feathered song. The boundless subjectivity of God quivers in each molecule of a leaping salmon. 

It is not terror but bliss that explodes through the muscle fibers of a doe as the cougar sinks its teeth into her fibrillating artery. Blood-mist sprays in noble delight through her nostrils, Spirit surfeits form in mid-leap, and the body falls, re-cycling fuel to the living planet. 

Awareness infuses all organic matter with super-essential joy. We humans know this ground-state of joyful energy in morning stillness just as we awaken, right before our first thought....

But as soon as the mind of yesterday returns, we remember what it was we were supposed to worry about, and we drag that non-existence past into this now of creation. Happiness is instantaneous and only lasts a moment: it must be re-discovered ten thousand times per hour.

When we cling to yesterday, we begin another drab loop of conditioned thought, each thought a reaction to a past thought. We dwell in abstractions about life instead of living life itself. Insofar as we inhabit concepts instead of life energy, we forfeit our birthright of primordial joy. Humans are the only sentient beings to have lost their song of animal ecstasy, the bliss that pulses in each particle of matter. 

Might bliss sing again in our marrow? People seek ecstasy by forcing themselves to the edge of experience: in extreme sports, violence, drugs, mind-shattering noise, sexual license. They desperately look for bliss in extremes, when in fact bliss vibrates right within each atom of this body, while simply sitting, gracefully standing, calmly walking, or lying in repose.

How did we ever lose what cannot be lost? 


We rejected the Tree of Life, preferring the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. We invented thinking. The Tree of Knowledge is the thought-realm of opposites. The seed of this tree is the division of subject and object. To separate matter and spirit, subject and object, is our "original sin." The only sin is to abstract ourselves from creation's pulsating joy. 

Through abstract thinking, we become exiles from the Earth, expelled from the garden of Now. We invent the future and the past which, after all, only exist as thoughts, detached from the atomic substance of our bodily presence. Then we dwell in the ghostly parallel world called "mind," existing as approximations that ever approach but never touch the asymptote of the sensible world.  

"In nature there's no blemish but the mind." (Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, III.4)
 
2.
The invention of the abstract mind allowed us to develop science and technology. No doubt science had a purpose in human evolution. But the laboratory method of science only succeeds because thought kills matter, and lays it on a dissecting table, embalming the world in "objectivity." Thought triumphantly imagines its superiority over the inanimate earth, and takes dominion over her. Yet science, by this very method, kills the soul of the planet. The science-lab is by definition an artificial world. It is bleached white, sterilized, and haunted by a sense of exile. 

To save the planet, we must now learn to subsume and sublimate science under the deeper matrix of intuition, where subject and object re-unite in the primal unity of organic self-awareness.

Therefor the next step in our spiritual practice is not detachment from the material world, but consecration of the material world through enlightened sensuality.
This means, quite simply, that our senses embrace the object of perception without losing awareness of the subject. Just as a flame immolates the wick, so awareness immolates the object. In this way, we transmute Matter into Spirit.

                                                                                3.
The function of awareness is to bless the object of perception, whether it is a flower, the face of a homeless child, or a loaf of bread. The material form is the host which is trans-substantiated by our senses into the body of the Goddess. 

Before the object is consecrated by our attention, it is merely matter. But when infused with awareness, we see the object as Mater, holy Mother. Consciousness is an energy that irradiates the earth, and the channel through which consciousness spills into creation is our eye, our ear, our tongue, our skin. 

In this dawning age, we understand that Spirit does not flow down from above, but outward through the senses, until we see divinity glow from each material object of perception. When we witness Christ born in the womb of the neutrino, it will be the Second Coming. Our consecrated sensuality is the vessel through which God becomes incarnate again in the womb of Mater.

                                                                               4.
Every physical particle has a spiritual core. It is time for humanity to locate the seat of divinity in the heart of the atom. This new mode of sacramental sensation reveals God in our bodies. We now transcend the age-old dualism of soul and flesh. Our goal is not to be liberated from the body, but to glorify it. For this body is an ever-dissolving stream of photons, and each photon is a virtual particle made of bliss, bubbling up and vanishing instantaneously in the boundless ocean of awareness. Our body is the field of our bliss.
 

The only difference between a Human and a Christ is that the Christ is fully aware of what the Human is. In the 2nd century, St. Athanasius declared: "God is humanity wholly alive." We are not designed for out-of-body experience. Nor are we designed for blind absorption in sensuality. Let us transcend these neurotic mood-swings between the metaphysical and the addictive. Rather, let us unite heaven and earth in celestial sensuality.

Jesus prayed, "Thy kingdom come on earth as in heaven." This is an earth prayer, a body prayer, a prayer for the glorification of matter through sacramental delight in the eye, ear, nose, tongue, and skin.
 
II. Practice for the Consecration of Matter

1.
Observe the next thought arising...  This simple practice will subvert the power of forming images and words in your mind. Then you can rest as awareness unformed into thoughts. Do this not by suppressing thought, but observing the thought-stream without resistance or concentration. Simply refrain from grasping any particular concept in the moment of its arising.


The instant a mental image begins to form, let it dissolve back into the electricity of the brain. This does not require effort, only attention. And no energy is expended. In fact, energy is gained; for instead of capturing energy in mental image-making, thought dissolves into pure energy and becomes available to the nervous system as bliss.

2. Now experience this living electricity in your nerves as a one continuum of sensation. Experience the body as a host for a much wider field of energy that envelopes and pervades your form,
scintillating beyond your body's edges. Experience that you, in fact, have no edges.
 

3. Enter a single random sub-nuclear particle. Observe the most minute particular impulse, such as a tingling in the brain. After dissolving thought into the sensation-field, let your attention sink into the finest particles of the field No sensation is insignificant.

4. Observe the subtlest thread of this sensation vibrating in and out of the field of pure silence. Use this very sensation as the suture (sutra) which weaves your awareness on the ever-dissolving edge of the present moment. Do not form a mental image or intellectual concept of this experience. Simply return to the finest particle of sensation arising from empty space.


5. As this sensation-thread dissolves, let empty space recognize itself as pure awareness.
 

Do these sub-nuclear particles, threads, vibrations in you body, cause you to be aware? Or does vast empty awareness vibrate into particles? Is there any difference between subject and object, consciousness and matter?

6. Now, thought and sensation have evaporated into silent emptiness. You are aware of this silence within and between every atom of your body. It is also the space around you, enveloping your body.
You have expanded into boundless space through the tiniest point in matter. 

You entered an instant photon of light and became the all-pervading eternity. You discovered the womb of the great Mother in the heart of one particle. Give thanks with this breath. 

III. Conclusion

Jewish mystical tradition calls this experience the Ain-Soph-Or: "Emptiness in a point of light." The Buddhist Heart Sutra defines this phenomena precisely in its first verse: "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form."  

Jesus ecstatically shared this awareness when he said, "I am the Alpha and Omega, the first and the last." He also applied this principle in his social ethic: "He who would be greatest among you must become the least, the servant." His teaching echoed the ancient Indian Upanishadic text:  Ano Raniyan Mahato Mahiyan: "one atom of the smallest is greater than the greatest."

Or in the words of founding quantum physicist, Sir Arthur Eddington, "when the electron vibrates, the whole universe shakes."

Growing familiar with this sacrament of sensation, you can employ the practice any time, anywhere,
at a bus stop or in a waiting room, to energize and re-create yourself. Be easy and natural with the practice. Don't regard it as a formal discipline. This practice is simply the humble awareness of your own body, in its finest particles, as the miraculous gift of Mater. Through this simple sacrament of sensation, you will know your own flesh as the kingdom of heaven on earth.

Make the entire journey - mind to body, body to energy, particular energy to cosmic silence - in less than a minute, or even in the duration of a breath.

In this dawning age, we will discover in our very own flesh, that our real substance is not dense "matter" separate from "mind." Our true stuff is Radiance: neither matter nor spirit, but a new, more integrated and gracious experience of energy. 

Our mind-body Radiance is downy as cotton, glittering with threads of ananda. Consciousness in itself is peace. Consciousness in the body is bliss. 

Through our Radiance, rays of pure awareness dance into particles, shining and spilling as light from darkness, creation ex nihilo. The entire field of body, senses, and the world we behold, is the grace of a dazzling sun, that shines from the womb of unfathomable divine silence within us.... On earth as it is in heaven.

Jai Guru Dev

9/09/2013

Echos


Silence echoes out of Depth, gazing at the stars in a mirror of Wonder. That Gaze is a Wordless flower, lasting but an instant, then sinking down again into the seedless groundless abyss, ever reverberating, ever blossoming in astonishment.

This pulsation of Silence is energy: giving birth to consciousness, then to thought, then to nutrinos, suns and galaxies, which are just waves of emptiness collapsing into spheres.

You are Silence. You are the groundless Depth. You are the vibration of Shakti dancing in Shiva, undulating in nakedness and purity.

Beloved, we've been whirling through ourselves like this, all day and all night, eternally. That is why I place this diadem of suns and moons on your forehead, then bow to you and shatter my mind against your little brown toes!

Esoteric Mathematics of the Shri Yantra


Silence  x  Grace  -  Time  =  Love.
I derived this equation by applying the science of tears to the field of yearning.

I raised God's name by the power of the Mother and rose into a shining exponential cloud where rocks, bones and prime numbers have no existence in pure space, yet appear as multiples of one.

I factored my thoughts into an empty denominator, by which I divided the tufted titmouse, the fern, the dog turd and diamond, which resulted, marvelously enough,

in a quotient of titmouse, fern, dog turd and diamond, all things remaining just as they are.

Then I stepped naked into a zero-energy mountain brook of melting snow and virtual photons, gurgling over Cartesian coordinates between a curve and its asymptote.

Thus I determined the square root of the void.

I became infinite, not through mantric repetitions of the name of the One, but a hyper-geometric progression of breaths, wings and inconceivable sexual epiphanies in the company of angels,

such that the One ascended into Many, empowered by a logarithm of Negative Zero.

But you would do better to solve this equation by entering the vacuum of your heart, where the answer was written before you were conceived in runes of black fire.

All this information, and more than I could ever write down, was channeled to me from Albert Einstein, who still wanders from star to star pulling his red wagon.

This Morning's Death


I died this morning, leaving only ripples of my disappearance to wash over you, and bless you, and cover you with abundance.

I died, and now there are no beings, only Being, rolling through multitudes like one vast wave in an ocean of broken shells.

I died this morning, now I understand the Cross: don't worship Jesus, crucify him.

Knock down the Buddha if you meet. Whirl with Shiva till Shiva dissolves into your whirling.

Slay every God but the one who awakens from your little dream, opening this sun-flooded eye, your empty center, among these ripples of disappearance -

Washing, healing the creatures, covering all your lovers with light.

9/08/2013

Distance



Distance is a gift to those
who learn the art of sighing.

I'll breathe you in someday,
if I ever end my dying -

my breathing out toward memory,
a raindrop, and a scattering

of leaves, a silence shattering
on wet stones, and a faded rose...

Autumn now, I miss you Friend,
here where you loved and dreamed

upon my shoulder, and it seemed
that Summer could not end.

9/03/2013

World Without a Story

I have been up all night monitoring credible reports from around the world indicating that nothing is certain. Given the fluidity of the situation, it is highly advised to postpone your hostilities. And if you must act now, please, do something kind, or at least something that doesn't kill anybody. I will give you an update if I learn something new, which is highly unlikely.

The truth is, the world "out there" is a random chaos of information bytes. We select the bytes of "evidence" that tend to support the narrative we have already begun telling ourselves, even before we see it in the world.

Chaos always provides enough information to support any number of alternate and conflicting narratives. All wars and human conflicts arise through these conflicting narratives, which are neither true nor false.

So why not stop telling stories to ourselves and simply observe the silence within, where the narrative arises?  Rest there, in that silence, before the story begins. Then there is no need to look for "evidence" in the world around us to confirm our version of the story.

Now look at the world without a story. Find out what is there, if you can endure the Radiance.

9/02/2013

Guru Shakti


"Guru is not a person. Guru Shakti is the infinite energy, and that is also the energy of yourself. If you become empty, you too will become that. The energy will shine through you." ~Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

"These things that I do, ye shall do also." ~Jesus 

The Guru is not here to be our personal savior. The Guru is here to teach us sadhana, to remind us and re-heart us of ourselves.

The most difficult renunciation is not to go beyond drink, or sugar, or sexual indulgence, or wealth, but to go beyond the glamor of the Master.

The truth is hard, but the truth sets us free. We don't absorb eternal Light from the form and personality of the Master. We absorb eternal Light from the core of our own heart, after the Master's grace has ignited it.


But spirituality becomes religion when we replace the inward sadhana with the personality cult of the guru. This was the mistake of the Church. Jesus taught the kingdom of heaven within, but they replaced the radiance of the heart with the outward form, and ended by worshiping a white robe and pair of sandals. That is why Jesus told the Magdalene, "Do not cling to me."

9/01/2013

Matins (A Prose Poem)

In silence there is no time. In stillness there is no thought. This bell was struck ten million years ago. Now its beauty falls on us. Because there is hearing, there is a sparrow this morning. Because there is seeing, there is blue flecked with rose falling inward and outward toward the first sound. Let every heavenly wedding burst from its seed!

Anyone's Opinion

If it comes from a sincere heart, anyone's opinion is as good as mine, and has an equal right to sparkle for its moment in the clear night sky of Bodhichitta, which is just awareness. To someone fixed in a point of view, this democracy of truth is disturbing. But to one whose thoughts immediately dissolve into pure space, it is freedom, it is peace.