Fred LaMotte - Beautiful Lie

 

Non-duality is a lie.
Duality is a lie.
Creation is a beautiful lie, for the sake of love.
There is neither one nor two.
There is only zero.
This. Only zero, empty and bubbling over with infinite selves, atoms, worlds, for the sake of play.
The brilliant light of astonishment is all there is.
This instant, the cosmos bursts into flower and dissolves in the brilliant light of astonishment, and the brilliant light of astonishment is the Beloved.
Surrender and be held.
This breath is enough.
The bridal chamber of the Beloved is the very form of this moment.

 

 

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Thomas Merton - To become unnameable

 

Art Kinuko Y. Craft

 

 There is no where in you a paradise
that is no place and there
You do not enter except without a story.
To enter there is to become unnameable.

Whoever is there is homeless for he has no
door and no identity with which to go out
and to come in.

Whoever is nowhere is nobody, and
therefore cannot exist except as unborn:
no disguise will avail him anything
Such a one is neither lost nor found.

But he who has an address is lost.
They fall, they fall into apartments and
are securely established!

They find themselves in streets.
They are licensed
To proceed from place to place
They now know their own names
They can name several friends and know
Their own telephones must some time ring.

If all telephones ring at once,
if all names are shouted at once and
all cars crash at one crossing:
If all cities explode and fly away in dust.
Yet identities refuse to be lost.
There is a name and number for everyone.

There is a definite place for bodies,
there are pigeon holes for ashes:

Such security can business buy!

Who would dare to go nameless in
so secure a universe?
Yet, to tell the truth,
Only the nameless are at home in it.

They hear with them in the center of nowhere
the unborn flower of nothing:
This is the paradise tree.
It must remain unseen until words end
and arguments are silent.

 

 

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Albert Einstein - Everything is determined

 

"Everything is determined by forces beyond our control.
Everything is determined, for the insect as for the star.
Human beings, vegetables or stardust, we all dance
to the rhythm of a mysterious tune
played in the distance by an invisible piper." 

 

 

 

 

Mary Oliver - Storage

 

 When I moved from
one house to another,
there were many things
I had no room for.
 
What does one do?
I rented a storage space
and filled it.

Years passed.

Occasionally,
I went there
and looked in,
but nothing happened,
not a single twinge
of the heart.

As I grew older
the things I cared about
grew fewer but were
more important,
so one day I undid the lock
and called the trash man.
He took everything.

I felt like the little donkey
when his burden is finally
lifted.

Things! Burn them, burn them!
Make a beautiful fire!

More room in your heart
for Love, for the trees.
For the birds who own
nothing;

the reason they
can fly.

 

 

 

J. Krishnamurti - I really don’t know

 

Do you ever say you don’t know? 

Does it ever occur to you to say to yourself, ‘Really, I don’t know about this,’ and remain there? 

‘I don’t know’ – not trying to find an answer. To find an answer can only be verbal. 

Somebody tells you what to do, and you say, ‘Well, that may be.’ It is still verbal; it’s not yours. 

So why can’t we be very simple about this matter, which is, ‘I really don’t know’?

 Can you honestly say that?

 

From Public Discussion 6, Saanen, 9 August 1964

 

 

Naomi Stone - Sparkling wine of Love

 

Come...come sip the wine from the fountain of life....

How do I open the treasure chest of the heart
to entice you to dive into your own...

coaxing you to tumble down the vortex of love
like Alice falling into the metaphors of wonderland...

enticing you to breathe the fragrance in the mystical garden
of the sweetest sanctuary of belovedness...

hearing the sweet cries of the nightingale
bewitched by the shimmering dew on the wild roses...

i stumble and fall into the spring of eternal youth
and meet the sound of laughter within my own heart...

come and play in the beauty letting the fireflies light the way
through the unknown creativity in your soul...

step out of your dreams into the enchanting stars
where the mystics sing and the free ones dance...

the pure spring of joy bubbles from the earth
waiting for you to sip the sparkling wine of love...

 

 

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Nathalie Delay - In Silence

 

It’s interesting to observe how hard it is to stay alone,
in silence, without distractions.
We are afraid to be face-to-face with ourselves.
Face-to-face with our impatience, our agitation, our worry.
Face-to-face with the depth of our being.
We are afraid to dive into the infinite space of our true nature,
when no attribute nor any -  story covers it up.
And yet it calls to us in silence,
but we don’t listen.
And yet we have an acute and painful longing for it,
like exiles too long cut off from their homeland.
So, instead of trying to fill the space which has appeared,
let us give ourselves over to silence, to the absence of certainty.
Let us not miss the incredible opportunity to be,
in all simplicity and humility
and taste the nectar of pure presence
when there are no more expectations, only the gift of self.
Let us not miss the unique chance to taste the substance of the moment
when no superfluous activity waters it down.

 

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J. Krishnamurti - Life begins where thought ends

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LIFE BEGINS WHEN THOUGHT ENDS

Beautiful extract from 'The Only Revolution': J Krishnamurti

"If you pass on through the meadows with their thousand flowers of every color imaginable, from bright red to yellow and purple, and their bright green grass washed clean by last night’s rain, rich and verdant – again without a single movement of the machinery of thought–then you will know what love is.
 
To look at the blue sky, the high full-blown clouds, the green hills with their clear lines against the sky, the rich grass and the fading flower–to look without a word of yesterday; then, when the mind is completely quiet, silent, undisturbed by any thought, when the observer is completely absent–then there is unity.
 
Not that you are united with the flower, or with the cloud, or with those sweeping hills; rather there is a feeling of complete non-being in which the division between you and another ceases.

The woman carrying those provisions which she bought in the market, the big black Alsatian dog, the two children playing with the ball–if you can look at all these without a word, without a measure, without any association, then the quarrel between you and another ceases. This state, without the word, without thought, is the expanse of mind that has no boundaries, no frontiers within which the I and the not-I can exist.

Don’t think this is imagination, or some flight of fancy, or some desired mystical experience; it is not. It is as actual as the bee on that flower or the little girl on her bicycle or the man going up a ladder to paint the house – the whole conflict of the mind in its separation has come to an end. You look without the look of the observer, you look without the value of the word and the measurement of yesterday.

The look of love is different from the look of thought. The one leads in a direction where thought cannot follow, and the other leads to separation, conflict, and sorrow. From this sorrow, you cannot go to the other. The distance between the two is made by thought, and thought cannot by any stride reach the other.

As you walk back by the little farmhouses, the meadows, and the railway line, you will see that yesterday has come to an end: life begins where thought ends.

J. Krishnamurti
The Only Revolution

 

 

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