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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #3810 on: June 30, 2017, 03:58:57 PM »

Here is a relationship booster
That is guaranteed to
Work:

Every time your spouse or lover says something stupid
Make your eyes light up as if you
Just heard something
Brilliant.

Rumi

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« Reply #3811 on: June 30, 2017, 04:16:28 PM »

I am afraid of the daylight


All these miracles are about to drive me crazy:

My elbows,my ears,my nose,my wife's nagging,
and the sweet darkness of the night,and this blanket existence around my soul,
and my heart connected to the pulse of every creature.

I am afraid of the daylight.

Yesterday
God was everywhere

trowing

bliss

balls,planets,and their kin.

Rumi


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« Reply #3812 on: July 21, 2017, 03:52:40 PM »

Jean Dunn: A Truly Remarkable Woman


I lived in Mill Valley, just north of San Francisco, from the late '80s through the mid-'90s. At some point during those years - I can't remember precisely - I heard that Jean Dunn lived not too far away, in Vacaville, about half way between San Francisco and Sacramento, on I-80.

Jean had lived in India for many years, first as a disciple of Ramana Maharishi, and later as a disciple of Nisargadatta Maharaj ? both popular, if misunderstood, gurus from India. Nisargadatta had acknowledged that Jean had realized her true nature and was to carry on his work after he passed from this world, which he did in 1981.

I, too, had lived in India with a guru, though to the best of my knowledge he never publicly said I had realized my true nature. (Inasmuch as he passed from this world in 1982, I?ll have to say that on my own behalf. But not here, not know. Later. Stay tuned lovers.)

With our mutual back-story of living in India with gurus, and being mindful of her standing in the non-duality culture, I wanted to speak with her.

I held her in high regard based on her years of study and service. I contacted Jean and asked if I could come for a visit. She was most welcoming. I set off with two friends, Monika and Norman. We were full of expectant good cheer for the prospects of a great adventure.

It didn?t take long to drive the 45 miles from Marin County to Vacaville. Once there, we had to locate the trailer park Jean lived in, which was situated right behind a cement factory. We found the park, then her single-wide mobile home ? standard issue it seemed to me. I remember pausing for a moment, trying to take this in. I could see bits of the cement factory sticking up nearby, and could see and smell the dust of it, which I knew so well as I worked as a mason?s apprentice for a year in 1969.

It seemed odd that someone with the quiet notoriety of being a realized being would end up living in a mobile home park behind a cement factory. Jean was around 68, maybe 70, years old when we knocked on the door that day.

This tiny little thing, couldn't have been bigger than a bird, weighing 75 pounds, but bright and energetic as all get out, opened the door and enthusiastically welcomed us in to her home. She was thrilled we came and said she had baked some brownies for us and had made come coffee. Did we drink coffee? Yes, of course. (Actually, Monika and Norman didn't, but how could they refuse her home-brewed coffee?)

She took us to the kitchen area, where she asked us to sit around a card table, on which was a plate stacked high with brownies, a pot of coffee, and a carton - not a pack, a carton - of Marlboro cigarettes. Next to the table was an oxygen tank and mask, as Jean was suffering from emphysema at that time.

As she served us coffee and we helped ourselves to the brownies, she asked, "Would you like a cigarette?"Well, Monika and Norman said no, very politely. While I didn't smoke, I just felt that I should accept. It felt to me as if the cigarettes were a kind of sacred thing, a ritual thing, such that if I didn?t smoke I would have somehow spurned her heartfelt hospitality.

So I said, "I'd love to have a cigarette with you, thanks." Well, I don't believe I?ve ever made anyone so happy in my life. She just beamed and offered me a pack. Well, for the next hour or so, we sat around the table talking, eating brownies, drinking coffee, and smoking up a storm.

At one point, Norman asked about the paradox of taking a drag on a cigarette and then a drag on the oxygen mask. (He later said to us he was afraid she?d blow us all up, smoking right next to the tank.) Norman and, to a slightly lesser extent, Monika, were keenly and religiously health-conscious. They just nibbled on their brownie and barely touched their coffee. They kept shushing and waving the cigarette smoke away. I was, let's say, not as concerned with my health. I seem to recall gulping down brownies and cups of coffee. I probably went through half a pack of Marlboros, too.

Well, it was quite a scene: here is this lovely, dear, sweet-as-sugar woman, reputedly self-realized, having lived and worked with one of the great non-dual masters of the last century, sitting at a card table in a mobile home behind a cement factory eating brownies and drinking coffee and smoking Marlboros, all the while taking great gulps of oxygen from a tank to help her breathe in the face of her emphysema.
When Norman (I'm sure it was Norman) asked, politely, she just broke out one of her best smiles and chirped, 'Well, dearie, what can I do? The body seems to like smoking. I don't interfere.' (All these years later, I can?t swear this is a direct quote, but it reflects the spirit of what she said.)

And that was that. After about an hour or so, we could see that Jean was getting tired, so we thanked her, and we left.

I don't remember anything from our conversation. Not a word, except those words of wonderful welcome and offers of brownies and coffee and cigarettes. I do remember her beautiful sweet smile and gentle eyes. I met her once, maybe 25 years ago. I am telling this story now for the first time. I don't know why it's popped into my consciousness, but it has.

I have no idea if dear Jean had realized her true nature. I tend to scoff at those terms and claims these days. But I can say that she was completely, utterly gracious and charming and sweet and vulnerable and transparent and loving?I can say those things based on my experience. I haven?t met many like her. I don?t think I?ve met anyone like her. She was a beauty. A rare, authentic beauty.

She passed from this world in 1996, at 75 years of age. Her legacy? Insofar as I see it, her legacy is the fragrance she emitted, the fragrance of authenticity, the smell and scent of deep beauty, peace, kindness, humor, self-acceptance and loving nature. All this seemed, in her, to be the most natural thing in the world. Oh, yes, that's what a real human being looks like. Simple, basic, natural, original self kind of beauty. A child. A true child. An embodiment of simple kindness, open-hearted, friendly, welcoming, respectful, joyful. I'll take those as meaning she was self-realized.

Robert Rabbin's recollections of Jean Dunn
from his site www.robertrabbin.com



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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #3813 on: July 21, 2017, 04:06:28 PM »

Holy Mother of God
Save us!

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #3814 on: July 23, 2017, 07:46:36 PM »

My dear Narada,
actually I do not reside in My abode,Vaikuntha,
nor do I reside within the hearts of the yogis,
but I reside in that place where My pure devotees chant My holy name
and discuss My forms, pastimes, and qualities.

Padma Purana

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« Reply #3815 on: July 23, 2017, 08:06:17 PM »

Lord Hanuman's prayer to Lord Rama


'Oh my Lord, my obeisances unto You, the Sweet Lord discussed in the scriptures.
All my respects for You who possess all the good qualities one also finds with the advanced devotees.
My reverence for You as the One who is in control of His senses and is always remembered and worshiped by the people of all places.
My salutations unto You as the touchstone of quality for any seeker of truth. I bow before You, the great personality and godhead of the brahmins, the King of Kings.
Let me worship Him, the absolutely pure, supreme truth, that one measure for understanding the world who by His spiritual potency vanquishes the influence of the modes of nature.
He is the inner peace of wisdom to be attained when one, beyond name and form, is free from ego.
Incarnated as a human being He was not only there as the Almighty One to kill the demon Ravana, but also as the One instructing the mortals of this material world.
For what other reason would there have been all the misery of S?ta's being separated from Him, the Supreme Lord, but to offer the opportunity to serve the One satisfied within, the original spiritual soul?
 In truth He, the Supreme Soul and best friend of the ones self-realized, is never attached to whatever within the three worlds. He is the Supreme Lord Vasudeva who in fact never suffered from being separated from His wife S?ta or could be disturbed by what happened with Lakshmana His brother and eternal associate.
One cannot establish a friendship with the Supreme Lord Ramacandra on the basis of material qualities such as one's birth in an aristocratic family, one's personal beauty, one's eloquence, one's sharp intelligence or one's superior race or nation. None of these qualifications is actually a prerequisite for friendship with Lord. Otherwise how is it possible that although we uncivilized inhabitants of the forest have not taken noble births, although we have no physical beauty and although we cannot speak like gentlemen, Lord Ramacandra has nevertheless accepted us as friends?
Therefore, being enlightened or not, a beast or a human being, anyone who's of the soul should worship Rama, the foremost one who is so easy to please, the Lord who appeared as a human being and thus led the inhabitants of Kosala [Ayodhya, northern India] back to heaven.'

Srimad Bhagavatam
Canto 5 Chapter 19



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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #3816 on: July 23, 2017, 08:24:38 PM »

Empty the sack and
The burden is lightened.
So many concepts?..
To what end?

Wu Hsin

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #3817 on: July 23, 2017, 08:29:50 PM »

Come inside of the heart's house.
There is a peace and solace there.


Rumi

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« Reply #3818 on: July 28, 2017, 08:23:31 PM »

Oh! Thou, the Protector of life
Of Thine dear devotees,
Who received the Cosmic Yoga Grace
Through the single word (OM)
And the Cosmic Form entire becoming total Bliss!
Oh! Thou the True Friend to me, too!

Unto the fragrance in the fullblown blossom
That opened its mouth as the musical cymbal,
Thou have pervaded the body and the rest of tattvas,
Radiant as the Mountain of Divine Bliss!

Thayumanavar

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« Reply #3819 on: July 29, 2017, 02:00:05 PM »

According to me, if you are living joyously,
you are a holy man.

Osho

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« Reply #3820 on: July 29, 2017, 02:08:56 PM »
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Being requires no declaration,
Neither affirmation nor validation.
Who is it who declares
I am not?

Wu Hsin

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« Reply #3821 on: July 29, 2017, 02:17:56 PM »

O my choice beauty
You've gone
But your love remains in my heart
Your image in my eye
O guide on my winding road
I keep turning round and round in the hopes of
Finding you.

Rumi

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« Reply #3822 on: July 29, 2017, 02:23:00 PM »

O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now,

Be all - worlds dissolve into your stainless endless radiance,
Frail living leaves burn with your brighter than cold stares
Make me your servant, your breath, your core.

Rumi

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« Reply #3823 on: July 29, 2017, 02:51:21 PM »

He is the Beginning;
He is the Beginningless;
He is the Bliss;
He is the Knowledge
He is the Light;
As a Silent One He appeared;
And spoke a word unspeakable
O, Maid!

Sankara, Sankara, Sambhu, Siva, Sankara, Sankara, Sankara, Sambhu

Thayumanavar

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« Reply #3824 on: August 02, 2017, 12:10:46 PM »

I've said before that every craftsman
searches for what's not there
to practice his craft.
A builder looks for the rotten hole
where the roof caved in. A water-carrier
picks the empty pot. A carpenter
stops at the house with no door.

Workers rush toward some hint
of emptiness, which they then
start to fill. Their hope, though,
is for emptiness, so don't think
you must avoid it. It contains
what you need!
Dear soul, if you were not friends
with the vast nothing inside,
why would you always be casting you net
into it, and waiting so patiently?

This invisible ocean has given you such abundance,
but still you call it "death",
that which provides you sustenance and work.

God has allowed some magical reversal to occur,
so that you see the scorpion pit
as an object of desire,
and all the beautiful expanse around it,
as dangerous and swarming with snakes.

This is how strange your fear of death
and emptiness is, and how perverse
the attachment to what you want.

Now that you've heard me
on your misapprehensions, dear friend,
listen to Attar's story on the same subject.

He strung the pearls of this
about King Mahmud, how among the spoils
of his Indian campaign there was a Hindu boy,
whom he adopted as a son. He educated
and provided royally for the boy
and later made him vice-regent, seated
on a gold throne beside himself.

One day he found the young man weeping..
"Why are you crying? You're the companion
of an emperor! The entire nation is ranged out
before you like stars that you can command!"

The young man replied, "I am remembering
my mother and father, and how they
scared me as a child with threats of you!
'Uh-oh, he's headed for King Mahmud's court!
Nothing could be more hellish!' Where are they now
when they should see me sitting here?"

This incident is about your fear of changing.
You are the Hindu boy. Mahmud, which means
Praise to the End, is the spirit's
poverty or emptiness.

The mother and father are your attachment
to beliefs and blood ties
and desires and comforting habits.
Don't listen to them!
They seem to protect
but they imprison.

They are your worst enemies.
They make you afraid
of living in emptiness.

Some day you'll weep tears of delight in that court,
remembering your mistaken parents!

Know that your body nurtures the spirit,
helps it grow, and gives it wrong advise.

The body becomes, eventually, like a vest
of chain mail in peaceful years,
too hot in summer and too cold in winter.

But the body's desires, in another way, are like
an unpredictable associate, whom you must be
patient with. And that companion is helpful,
because patience expands your capacity
to love and feel peace.
The patience of a rose close to a thorn
keeps it fragrant. It's patience that gives milk
to the male camel still nursing in its third year,
and patience is what the prophets show to us.

The beauty of careful sewing on a shirt
is the patience it contains.

Friendship and loyalty have patience
as the strength of their connection.

Feeling lonely and ignoble indicates
that you haven't been patient.

Be with those who mix with God
as honey blends with milk, and say,

"Anything that comes and goes,
rises and sets, is not
what I love." else you'll be like a caravan fire left
to flare itself out alone beside the road.
 
Rumi VI (1369-1420) from 'Rumi :
One-Handed Basket Weaving