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#2484 - Monday, May 28, 2006 - Editor: Gloria Lee
If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough. -Meister Eckhart
I spent my days idly as a vine
growing slowly in some holy place.
Then compassion came,
and I saw the Absolute.
All the names are true,
but I kept repeating that
of my teacher, and OM.
And sometimes I sang Om
Namah Shivaya, the greeting
that gives peace to the world
as well as to the spirit.
14th Century North Indian mystic posted to Along the Way
Imagine yourself as a
child lying on your back, gazing up into a cloudless sky, and
blowing soap bubbles through a plastic ring. As a bubble drifts up into the sky, you
watch it rise, and this brings your attention to the sky. While you are looking at the
bubble, it pops, and you keep your attention right where the bubble had been. Your
awareness now lies in empty space.
--B. Alan Wallace, "Tibetan Buddhism From the Ground Up"
Experiencing the Ground of Consciousness
People often confuse
meditation with prayer, devotion, or vision. They are not the
same. Meditation as a practice does not address itself to a deity or present itself
as an opportunity for revelation. This is not to say that people who are meditating
do not occasionally think they have received a revelation or experienced visions.
They do. But to those for whom meditation is their central practice, a vision or a
revelation is seen as just another phenomenon of consciousness and as such is not
to be taken as exceptional.
The meditator simply
experiences the ground of consciousness, and in doing so
avoids excluding or excessively elevating any thought or feeling. To do this one
must release all sense of the "I" as experiencer, even the "I" that might think it is
privileged to communicate with the divine.
--Gary Snyder, Tricycle:
The Buddhist Review, Vol.I, #1
The world is still
full of divinity and strangeness, Mr. Shawnessy said. The
scientist stops, where all men do, at the doors of birth and death. He knows no
more than you and I why a seed remembers the oak of 20 million years ago, why
dust acquires the form of a woman, why we behold the earth in space and time. He
hasnt yet solved the secret of a single name upon the earth. We may pluck the
nymph from the river, but we wont pluck the river from ourselves: this coiled
divinity is still all murmurous and strange. There are sacred places everywhere.
The world is still mans druid grove, where he wanders hunting for the Tree of
Here's your Daily Poem from the Poetry Chaikhana --
English version by J. P. Seaton
month alone behind closed doors
Thought for the Day:
It is not the
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