Light will someday split you open, Even if your life is now a cage. Little by little, you will turn into stars. Little by little, you will turn into The whole sweet, amorous universe. Love will surely burst you wide open Into an unfettered, booming new galaxy. You will become so free in a wonderful, Secret and pure love that flows From a conscious, one-pointed, infinite light. Even then, …
Only You
come, beggars sit with open hands at the gate of nothingness God will bring bread without the medium of bread sweetness without honey or bee when past and future dissolve there is only you senseless as a lute upon the breast of God ~ Rumi (trans. Liebert: Fragments, Ecstasies) * …
Practice Notes: Appetite, Irritation, Ratios
Mood I very much appreciate philosophy--and often find myself with an appetite for such texts, via eastern and western authors alike. But every now and again I'll shift into a mood in which pretty much all I can bear to read are the Ashtavakra and Avadhuta Gitas: the most direct pointing to nondual reality. In such a mood, even Longchenpa--whom I adore--feels a bit too flowery. My appetite is for …
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Naked & Dancing
Lalla When Lalla Yogishvari found Ātma Within herself, the outer world became Her sole garment, a web of dreams; Thus she went naked beneath the vault of Heaven. And as she entered from the outward to the Inward, So did the Inward enter her body's fullness; And thus she went naked and dancing through the land -- In Lakshmi's ecstasy and in Ātma's stillness. ~ Frithjof Schuon * …
Practice Notes: Magic
Tip Of The Tongue I've been feeling curious, as of late, about the experience of not-quite-but-almost remembering something: of having it right on the tip of the tongue, so to speak. In these moments, there's the distinct sense of knowing that I know something--of almost palpably feeling the presence of this information, pressing up from who-knows-where--yet the final revelation of it has yet to …
Stealthy, Flashing, Serpentine
River Still, as in the long Soft light of summer, it gleams In the mind of the forest As it does in mine -- Coiling in and out of sight, Stealthy, flashing, serpentine. Along its banks The densely woven trees Stand mesmerized, deep roots And mirrored branches reaching out To draw their life From its light, As birds like arrows hunt among The highest hazy leaves, Then dive …