Nonduality Salon (/\)
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For me, the goal is to
have a free and open
I find that it just so happens
that when my heart is free
and open [non reactive], that.
my awareness shifts from
a dual to a nondual perspective.
If those who teach you say to you,
'See, the Kingdom is in the sky,'
then the birds of the sky will get there before you do.
If they say to you,
'It is in the sea,'
then the fish will go before you.
Rather, the Kingdom is within you, and it is outside of
Recognize what is in front of you, and what is hidden
revealed to you, for there is nothing hidden that will
Jesus said: I am the Light that is above them all. I am
came forth from me, and the all returned to me. Cleave a
wood: I am
there. Raise up a stone, and you will find me there.
We have forgotten how to wait; it is almost an abandoned
And it is our greatest treasure to be able to wait for
The whole existence waits for the right moment. Even
it--when it is time to bring the flowers and when it is
let go of all the leaves and stand naked against the sky.
are still beautiful in that nakedness, waiting for the
foliage with a great trust that the old has gone, and the
will soon be coming, and the new leaves will start
We have forgotten to wait, we want everything in a hurry.
It is a
great loss to humanity....
In silence and waiting something inside you goes on
authentic being. And one day it jumps and becomes a
your whole personality is shattered; you are a new man.
new man knows what ceremony is, this new man knows life's
Osho, Zen: The Diamond Thunderbolt Chapter 10
There are times when the only thing to do is to wait. The
has been planted, the child is growing in the womb, the
coating the grain of sand and making it into a pearl.
This card reminds us that now is a time when all that is
is to be simply alert, patient, waiting. The woman
is in just such an attitude. Contented, with no trace of
she is simply waiting. Through all the phases of the moon
overhead she remains patient, so in tune with the rhythms
moon that she has almost become one with it. She knows it
time to be passive, letting nature take its course. But
neither sleepy nor indifferent; she knows it is time to
for something momentous. It is a time full of mystery,
hours just before the dawn. It is a time when the only
do is to
----------hmmmmmmmm, i'm not so sure that intellect can
love and unity, but an intellect educated in the dharma,
in the heat of suffering could help you from going
comes to town and shatters everything you hold sacred.
"this too shall pass" Matthew
To me love is sharp as a sword. It cuts to the quick.
It is that moment when you see things as they really
are and you fall on your knees and beg forgiveness
for being so imperfect. In that moment you are stripped
of all the phoniness, all the "bathing in the
kind of stuff. Life is hard. Marcia
Yes, and indescribably
Then you realize there's
nobody from whom to beg
forgiveness -- there's
just you and the mirror
showing you your pretense,
your elaborate self-image. Bruce
My heart is burning with love.
All can see this flame.
My heart is pulsing with passion
like waves on an ocean.
My friends have become strangers
and I'm surrounded by enemies.
But I'm free as the wind
no longer hurt by those who reproach me.
I'm at home wherever I am
and in the room of lovers
i can see with closed eyes
the beauty that dances.
Behind the veils
intoxicated with love
I too dance the rhythm
of this moving world.
I have lost my senses
in my world of lovers. Thanks Melody
In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do, and that
sight becomes this art.
How easy it would be to believe
one is crazy or deluded when one
begins to open to this 'resonance of love'.
So many people willing to tell you
"you're a fool!"
And there is nothing
to 'anchor' to....nothing to trust in -
other that what is arising with you,
moving thru you, enveloping you.
To discover voices such as Rumi's,
Meera Bai's....even Osho's...
can be a real blessing
at such a pivotal time.
From the beginning of my life
I have been looking for your face
but today I have seen it.
Today I have seen
the charm, the beauty,
the unfathomable grace
of the face
that I was looking for.
Today I have found you
and those who laughed
and scorned me yesterday
are sorry that they were not looking
as I did.
I am bewildered by the magnificence
of your beauty
and wish to see you with a hundred eyes.
My heart has burned with passion
and has searched forever
for this wondrous beauty
that I now behold
I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine
Your fragrant breath
like the morning breeze
has come to the stillness of the garden.
You have breathed new life into me.
I have become your sunshine
and also your shadow.
My soul is screaming in ecstasy
Every fiber of my being
is in love with you
has lit a fire in my heart
and you have made radiant
the earth and sky
My arrow of love
has arrived at the target.
I am in the house of mercy
and my heart
is a place of prayer.
> This is however something that has been growing over
> years. It started with the growth in awareness. It
has now taken on
> something in addition, the growth of love. It comes
from within, or
> perhaps without, or perhaps everywhere, maybe
nowhere, perhaps it is
> what I am. It waxes and wanes. At its peak I cannot
contain it, or
> bear it yet.
Beautifully stated, neo.
I remember saying something very similar once.
A very wise man responded privately (saying essentially):
"Don't try to contain it....or to bear it.
Lose yourself in it......melt *into* it."
I am not lonely either. I believe loneliness is a fear of
Love as coming from some "object out there" is
Love that comes from within may be nonsense but I do not
believe it is our true nature. It seems that love has
Sometimes I think we assume that we know more than we do.
Yes, consciousness itself is that one. I am beginning to
believe that the realization of the unity of
beginning, only just the start. As Gangaji is fond of
It is easy to discuss issues of boundaries, separation,
and distinction, but apparently it is difficult to
this, everything, as a single conversation.
It is difficult to portray this ongoing single
conversation; if I
speak of it, I am by convention, obligated to frame it in
understandable to the casual reader. If I ignore
to illustrate exactly how this is 'so', the casual reader
what I say; thus, what I say will be 'falling on deaf
casual reader uses conventional filters, as protection
would threaten their access to 'where they get their
is the 'world-dream'.
So, ignoring convention once again, I speak not to the
but to those who can 'already hear'.
A word is no more meaningful than a pebble on a beach.
is, that words stand as a class of objects which have
defined as being components of language, while a pebble
has long been defined as an object in a class which is
definition) NOT a component of language. The truth of
however, that the pebble is indeed language, as is
everything, speaking together, is what we refer to as
hidden joke, is that the 'casual listener' cannot hear
language, and thus cannot hear their own voice and how it
participates in the single conversation; the casual
conditioned to listen only to predefined 'word-objects',
ignore the meanings stated by everything else. It is the
voice of everything, speaking all at once, which is the
harmony which sings 'us'. We are in the literal womb of
continually nurtured, and given every opportunity to 'get
and yet, the casual observer persists in missing this
Yes, cee, I agree that 'we do not hear a single thing'.
protected from that 'single thing' that we have had to
'religions' to substitute for ongoing communion with 'a
The 'world-dream' has nothing to say about this 'one
who derive identity from world-dream identifications,
to 'hear a single thing', for at the moment the 'single
actually heard, the world-dream pops like a soap-bubble.
Sandeep says that the path of the
Heart requires the heart of a lion. :-) Melody
Language is a set of filters (properly called grammars)
used exclusively to create distinction; it is difficult
language in a way that makes distinction work to
"Things are not as they seem; nor are they
Discussions of similarity use distinction-creating words
similarity by a process of eliminating difference, to the
revealing similarity. In reality, only words create this
but few speakers have mastered the art of using words in
that does not inherently lead to separation. If we could
talk' in a manner that could transcend the usual inherent
words, we could speak without creating illusory
Many speakers (and I include Jerry, Dan, Xan, and Greg in
category) speak from a deep assumption of similarity or
identicalness. Words can be used fearlessly, when
place. Speaking from this place, words are tools, not
Rumi and others succeed in implying 'unity' 'oneness'
'nondistinction' 'equality' and thus communicate
the essence of love. Speaking in such a manner is an art,
defies conventional language usages, and opens the
living the reality known by the artist.
Living in love, is so delicious, that one will not
allowance to do so; that is why, the patterns of speech
actually live in love, succeed in persistently
essence of love, to those who read such words. The artist
subtle plea to the reader, to give up the life of
of the life of love, and to husband this conversion, by
the speech of self, to remain within the constraints of
The artist is pleading with the reader, to learn to speak
similar manner, thus to reform the deepest inner thoughts
assumptions. So reformed, language is naturally used as a
open, rather than close, the mind and heart of those who
Timeless, singular, at the nadir
existence spills into the now
in infinite variety,
like a billion trees with one root,
each vying with the other
for the light of life,
unknowing that they are
of one root,
of one beginning,
of one being.
Mace (from Gloria Lee)
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Subject: "secretary to mountains"
this is a poem from Ngodup Paljor (1947-1988.) "His
while drinking tea near noisy streams."
(from "What Book?" Gary Gach, editor)
"Robert Frost and I
Have one thing in common
He loves woods
And so do I
But, there seems to be
A big difference
In the way we set forth
In life's journey
He is a goer,
And I am a sitter
He has miles and miles to go
Before he sleeps
Whilte I have years and years to sit
To reach the same destination"
as a robert frost fan, myself, i'll just note that i've
robert frost asserting all of his going and choosing in
it. his "i took the road less traveled by , and that
difference" is, IMHO, an example of an ironic
miles to go? go where? :-)
Robert Frost knew this! to surrender, or to melt into
likewise find and express the beauty there resonates with
"One could do worse than be a swinger of
birches." -- robert
i think frost would concur with another of Paljor's
"exhausted by jogging
I stopped near a creek
and took a flowing lesson
from the water
and a sitting lesson
no time for a walk, no time for school--
but lotsa rocks. . .here now. . . Gen
Life Is Free
Have a good laugh for free!
Think, but not too deeply!
You're life's expression
Life's light looks out of you!
Got nothing better to do!
Just help yourself to the beans and rice.
Be the bestest person you know how.
Laugh when happy
Cry when sad
Eat when hungry
Be good when being bad (if you know what I mean)
Don't take yourself too serious
And you won't go too mad!
HAHAHAH and HOHOHOHO!
Peace and Love Abiding - St. Michael the Demented
ps Enlightened beings cat fighting - turns me on! Michael
I only ask you to consider what I have to say. I went to
Holotropic Breathing workshops with Stan. I went
including the postage" as far as Holotropic
The setting is that you totally oxygenate your body and
on your back and listening to incredibly emotionally
music. You can't help but enter into an altered state
LSD. But you must consider that, as Charles Tart says
again, altered states are not necessarily higher states.
serve a purpose somehow or another but in the long run
become addictive in my opinion.
The road is long and the path narrow and you certainly
get through the eye of a needle with your camel. Consider
that all the imagination surrounding altered states is
a camel. Marcia
We are free to point out what we see as important, and we
also free to release ourselves from such evaluations.
If there is no "I", there is (also) no
"thou". To have a "we",
needs and you and a me.
It is that simple; that, in a nutshell, condenses all of
wisdom of 'nonduality' into a veritable electron of
duality-busting verbiage, to be launched at the aggregate
the world-dream. "Shields on full!"
Desire and aversion are indeed the great, cosmic
paddles of 'duality'. And 'we' are the long-suffering
ball, which is getting paddled, back and forth.
Whose hands hold those paddles?
Be careful to NOT mix levels:
_ 1 Relative does NOT cancel absolute
_ 2 Absolute does NOT cancel relative
Ego is the _teacher_ of the immature, and the invisible
the mature. It is possible to 'Be' any-where in this
glorious construct, as an act of will, deliberately.
I am deliberately Being where I am Being.