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July 6, 2002 - Issue # 1127
Editor: Christiana
art courtesy of
Fred Casselman http://www.earthecho.com
Writing
is a struggle against silence.
Carlos Fuentes
<="http://quotes.prolix.nu">http://quotes.prolix.nu
Michael
"lastrainhome"
Yearning@YahooGroups.com
My Moon 
Last night I saw the reflection of the moon
on the surface of my bath.
I filled a cup with water and slowly put it under the
reflection.
By carefully lifting the cup, I actually captured the
moon.
My wife was astounded.
I put the cup in a hidden place........
but this morning the moon was gone.
Did one of you steal my moon?
You were the only ones there.
I'm going to leave the room now..........
Who ever stole my moon.............
just put it back...........
...............
and everything will be forgotten.
asheera
When neither exists......
When a jar is placed on the ground,
We have the ground with a jar;
When the jar is taken away,
We have the ground without a jar;
But when neither of these conditions exists,
The ground exists in its unqualified state.
Photo
Dave Hiebler
Eric
Ashford truevision@yahoogroup.com
See The Perfection
We can never have too
many notes
nor can there be enough silence.
Love is the play of both.
There never was a song written
that was not perfect at being just what it is.
No matter how you say yourself
it all comes out as God.
When I started looking for my lack.
I found only the face of love looking back.
I was Jesus riding a donkey
I was the wind pretending to be heavy boots.
I was the answer to every question.
I was the nail in my cross
and even that nail
became the flower of every possibility.
If you can take your own poison
and stir it into a sleeping potion for the ego
you become a honey-eater.
A bee-line of God
and the heart opens up laughing
as a bloom for your long nose
and your French kisses.
Yes, the bagpipes of this world are full of wind.
To make beautiful music from such an instrument
you need perfect fingering.
Once you did not know how to ride a bike
now you don’t even think about it,
but the wheels keep turning
and you never think of falling.
Just put your trust in the good vibrations
that you allow to be your unfinished symphony
and see the perfection.
Art by
Cosima Hewes <="http://cosimasart.com/art/flowersneeze.jpg">http://cosimasart.com/art/flowersneeze.jpg
Dan
Berkow Gururatings@YahooGroups.com
(snips from response
to a question, see post #2754 for full elegant post)
Death-what
happens when we die
Recognizing a reincarnating being depends on there being
a
"recognizer."
And is not a "recognizer" an identity?
And if that identity is itself transient and in process,
how can it
claim to know something definitive about other identities
which it
will define as "something that reincarnates"?
The "heart" of Buddhism, in my humble opinion,
may be viewed
as inquiry into the nature of "transience,"
which includes inquiry
into all aspects of identity and concepts of
independently existing
agents (i.e., "someone who reincarnates").
One could say, then, that talk about reincarnation
involves pattern
recognition. What reincarnates is patterns, and the
recognition of
patterns in ways that are defined and related
predictably.
There is no one incarnating within the patterning called
"the
universe of birth and death" which is not itself an
aspect of that
patterning.
This is the "point of insight" -- when it is
clear that the knower and
the known aren't occurring separately, that the knower is
itself a
pattern within the pattern being recognized by the knower
as if it
were external. That is, no knower has been internalized.
The
sense of an internal knower is an aspect of the pattern
being
recognized, as if it could be separated into internal and
external
components.
So, Steve is a pattern, it includes the world in which
Steve
appears, and the sense of a knower in Steve, which is
just an
aspect of that pattern.
It is this point where the knower, the known, and the
knowing are
the same, that one can no longer find fascination in
questions
about reincarnation in my opinion, (which questions
require
separation of a knowing entity, from that which is being
known).
One way to describe this knowing in words, while
acknowledging
that such knowing is beyond words, is to say, "the
knower,
known, and knowing are the same patterning, and thus the
patterning is known as whole."
The "wholeness" of knowing won't be found by
depending on
sequential descriptions, causal understandings, although
causality has its place in terms of communication.
For me, the significant question is: what is it to die to
oneself as
a particular entity within the field of the known, the
field of
phenomenality?
One wouldn't "come back" from such a death,
because it is
dying to the idea that one ever took the scene as an
independently existing being in the first place.
Right now, the body-mind Steve is being activated. It is
generating thoughts and ideas about reincarnation. But
that
which is animating the body-mind isn't within those
ideas. The
animation of the body-mind Steve occurs as a whole, as
totality
of being -- whereas the thoughts occuring within the
body-mind
are sequential, and involve concepts of things that move
from
here to there (such as an "entity" that moves
from birth to death
through a life).
art courtesy of
Fred Casselman http://www.earthecho.com
The
Jesus Sutras book by Martin Palmer
The verses below are from a hymn of the Christian church
in ancient China (circa
A.D. 780). Called The Da Qin Religion of Light Sutra of
Praise to the Three
Powers, this is one of several writings originally
unearthed by explorers in 1907.
These sutras provide a fascinating picture of an early
Christian community
which developed completely apart from the patriarchal
structure of the church in
the West. This ancient church, called by the Chinese
"The Da Qin [Western]
Religion of Light," communicated the teaching of
Jesus in terms that were
relevant to the culture in China at that time -- a
culture influenced by
Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, and Shamanism. So instead
of a human
sacrifice sent to pay ransom as atonement for our sins,
Jesus is presented as
a beloved Bodhisattva or "Dharma King" who has
come to free us from the
cycle of karma. Instead of "original sin,"
these sutras talk about our "original
nature" -- a state of goodness and grace to which we
can be restored.
A new book, The Jesus Sutras by Martin Palmer, tells the
story of this ancient
church and provides new translations of the sutras.
.o0o.
The
Great Holy Intelligence is as the Void: emptiness and
thus
invisible. The One Sacred Spirit itself is as
all-pervasive as the
heavenly soul is all-pervasive through the body.
The being and actions of the One Sacred spirit are
everywhere,
no beginning and no end. Creation is like this also - no
beginning and no end. This power is without boundaries -
arising
from wu wei- actionless action and from creationless
creation
-there being no stage one and state two. So the One
Sacred
Spirit is the embodiment of wu wei, originless origin,and
insubstantial substance.
And if I am everywhere in the world, then I don't know
how I am -
If I am truly in my words, then I don't know what I
signify.
Simon,you should know this. I see the Law.
I see the reality without the distraction of form.
I hear the Law. I am not distracted by sounds.
I smell the Law, and I know how to ignore smell.
I taste the Law - and I am not distractd by flavors.
I embody the Law, and I can sense it in my body.
My heart is the Law, so I can feel it all.
These six principles lead to the highest awakening:
Through the light of this teaching everyone can be saved.
This is why I say: no wanting, no doing, no piousness, no
truth. 
These are the Four Essential Laws. They cannot teach you
in
themselves. But follow them and you will be free from
trying to
sort out what to believe. Feel compassion, and be
compassionate
over and again Without trying to show it off to anyone.
Everyone
will be freed this way - And this is called the
Way to Peace and Happiness."
Simon: Master, you said that no-wanting, no doing, no
piousness,
and no truth Are the Four Laws which are called the Way
to
Peace and Happiness. But if there is no existence, how
can
there be happiness?
And the Honored One replied: "That is a wonderful
question.
Now listen carefully while I say this again: Peace and
Happiness
like this can only exist Where nothing else exists. Think
of your
question. And imagine for a moment
A distant bare mountain ringed with forests and glades
Plenty of
places of shelter and rest - Animals of all kinds are
naturally
drawn to it. Or imagine a great ocean which is fast and
fathomless: You don't have to worry how its creatures
will
survive. They gravitate there, and find all they need.
And you, what do you do? You gravitate Naturally to these
teachings, and through them You will come to live in
Peace and
Happiness. Animals practice true faith and live by these
laws So
they are already there, in that realm. And so you will
come to be
in a place Where nothing else exists or is needed."
. . . Shower us with Your Healing Rain! Help us to
overcome, give life to what is
withered, And water the roots of kindness in us . . .
http://wildfaith.homestead.com/bearsjournal5.html
http://www.sahajayoga.ch/english/e_edito.html#Discover%20in%20China
image:
Kuan Yin (the author proposes that Kuan Yin was based on
Mary)
Bob
O'hearne (hrtbt) HarshaSatsangh@yahoogroups.com
Personal experience of the ineffable Light
i was about six years old. as a youngster, i would often
receive
visits from beautiful beings of Light -- especially happy
beings who
played with me and made me laugh and fill up with tears
of Love
so much that this little boy-frame could hardly bear it!
i had been
raised in a pious Roman Catholic family, and would often
wait for
my parents to go to bed, because i knew that they didn't
understand, and then i would get down on the floor in
prostration
and fall into Jesus' Heart. Seven years later, at the age
of 13, i
would enter the Seminary to become a priest. i would
spend 7
years there, and when i finally left, i would meet Jesus
again and
be released from the burden of man-made belief in the
great lie of
separation -- that we are outside of God and need to get
back, that
God is "other" than who we are.
But that is another story, and so let's return to that
six year old boy,
who was dying of complications from pneumonia, and who
was
lying in a hospital bed, his labored breathing finally
coming to an
end with one long, drawn-out exhalation. He finds himself
floating
up above his body, looking down on it as if it is just
some worn-out
clothes that he has discarded, and then he is taken by
the hands --
one hand held by Mary, the other by Jesus -- and he is
taken into a
most Loving Light, such a Loving Light it cannot be
described, and
he is shown that this Light, which he is, and Mary is,
and Jesus is,
is All that there Is.
There is nothing but this Light, and everything that
appears to be
many beings, and worlds, and thoughts, and speaking, and
laughing, and even good and bad, and even angels and
devils,
and even the stars and moon and sky and everything is
just the
Play of this Light, and then there was something for
which there are
no words, even though these words themselves are Light,
and that
was the Source of this Light Itself, and it is not what
anyone might
imagine, for in itself it is not a thing -- not God, not
Love, not
anything of words -- and yet from it emerges this Beauty
of Light,
and to it the Light of Love returns, and this coming out
and
returning is happening simultaneously, and as this Light
flows into
the space and time of form it takes on the colors and
shapes of
forms, although in appearance it is clear and white, and
in these
forms it forgets that it is the light, but not for long!
The destiny of
Light is the Ocean of Light, and the Vastness of the
Mother of
Light.
And this Light wants to be sung, and celebrated, and
reveled in for
the sheer Joy of Itself, just as the waves love to splash
onto the
shore, and so some of us come here again to sing this
song, and
to share with the Light that has forgotten Itself as Only
Light that All
Is Well. Yes, All Is Well!
(for the rest
of this lovely story, see post #28158 on the
HarshaSatsangh list)
Michael
"lastrainhome" Yearning@YahooGroups.com
New Koan
Recently overheard at the Las Vegas airport:
"All of those on
standby...............................
please standby".
Photo:
Sky Tram worker, in 1955 Buck Rogers' state-of-the-art
technology.
San Francisco Cliff House
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