Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Childhood Inspiration
Be a Paradox. Deliberately. Like Shakespeare's clowns.
The fools will take you for a fool,
And the wise will see wisdom.
But Who really are you? As always: A Paradox.
Be a Paradox. Deliberately. Like Shakespeare's clowns.
The fools will take you for a fool,
And the wise will see wisdom.
But Who really are you? As always: A Paradox.
There is no innocence in this poem
What enlightenment!?
Always keep me a child that
with fresh eyes your creation sees,
and jumps with joy at the prospect
of candy treats!
What enlightenment!?
Always keep me a child that
with fresh eyes your creation sees,
and jumps with joy at the prospect
of candy treats!
Vijnana Bhairava
You reach Bhairava, through pure grace. No amount of dharana or yukti can get you there. Awareness is a gift from God, that comes from surrender. It cannot be consciously "raised". If at all, 'The Ascent' happens through descent.
You reach Bhairava, through pure grace. No amount of dharana or yukti can get you there. Awareness is a gift from God, that comes from surrender. It cannot be consciously "raised". If at all, 'The Ascent' happens through descent.
Monday, September 21, 2009
the arrogance of the ones that think they've "gotten it", is more dangerous than the ignorance of the ones who think they haven't.
so if you are reading this blog, watch out!
so if you are reading this blog, watch out!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Deer Park Library/Cease to Be
It is there, when i am not there.
how can i ever know it?
maybe i should drop all pretense
There is no way for me to grasp it.
And when it is, there is peace.
Not that i know it as peace,
for where am i when there is peace.
The I is an eternal disturbance,
a distortion and diversion.
From the birdsong and warm light,
the silence and the smile.
Prayer flags in the wind, Majestic mountains
and their snow caps, quiet plants in the sunlight.
This is now and ever.
It is there, when i am not there.
how can i ever know it?
maybe i should drop all pretense
There is no way for me to grasp it.
And when it is, there is peace.
Not that i know it as peace,
for where am i when there is peace.
The I is an eternal disturbance,
a distortion and diversion.
From the birdsong and warm light,
the silence and the smile.
Prayer flags in the wind, Majestic mountains
and their snow caps, quiet plants in the sunlight.
This is now and ever.