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Freedom from fear – Nisargadatta Maharaj

Stop attributing names and shapes to the essentially nameless and formless, realize that every mode of perception is subjective, that what is seen or heard, touched or smelled, felt or thought,expected or imagined, is in the mind and not in reality, and you will experience peace and freedom from fear. ~ Nisargadatta Maharaj

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As We Think So We Become – Buddha

The thought manifests as the word, the word manifests as the deed.

The deed develops into habit, and habit hardens into character.

So watch the thought and its ways with care and let it spring from love.

Born out of concern for all living beings, the shadow follows the body

and never leaves it.

In the same way, as we think, we become. 

Buddha

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Shelter from the Storm

Rose Valley, Cappadocia, Turkey, 15/11/14

Rose Valley, Cappadocia, Turkey, 15/11/14

My heart is sung out,
But to where does honesty carry
The buoyant caste.

Metallic clouds ring the sky
With grey,
Circle my stilling mind
With a heavy halo.

Lightning strikes the village pond;
Lashing black striation
Of awesome calm and power,
Baby frogs take cover
Beneath the blades of quivering grass.

The fields sway in controlled ways,
The well rehearsed bird song unfolds;
The reason we are reaching out
Only to return to centre.

All things that flip and flow
Off centre,
Balance redressed when gaze
Turns back;
To the source of heart and soul,
The primal clicking of some things
Unseen; some more,
Without cause or measure.

Where once we rested
Naked in the dark,
Small bells tied to our ankles
In a cascading melody of calm.

Drops of storm rain cleanse
The silver mirror,
Slipping on over surfaces; snagged on
Rougher edges,
Lost in the engravings of the
Ceremonial plate.

Cappadocia, Turkey 15/11/14

Cappadocia, Turkey 15/11/14

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No fear in the familiar

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Sunset from Llyn Peninsula

Mysterious wisdom,
The hovering art,
The ‘all seeing eye!’

Beating the game through
A pack of propaganda.
Where are the super heroes we seek?

The infinite in the ordinary,
The wisdom of the ages
Ensnared by the daily grind,

In bodies, in minds.

Where is the siddhi of truth?
Lost in the foothills of the insane
Desire spirals in a consuming charade.

Have we thought it through?
You; the master who rules.
The mantle of a god is a curse.

No alarms, no surprises,
No shock and joy.
Will relates to the extraordinary.

True affection
In the humanity of petty existence;
Brilliant existence,
Existence for the sake of it.

Do not be disappointed
By the magical mornings
Of grey skies and cold toast.

No white robes or
Beatific folly can ease
The darkness drawn to your gaze.

Do not fear the familiar,
For the tired lines on your face
Are the brushstrokes of true grace.

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To Come Undone

I have a wealth of time, I have now.

I am rich beyond imagination; I see,
I hear, I speak,
I feel and think; eat well
And sleep; drink wine,
Drunk on love and my cosmic muse,
Vibrant in the focused sincerity
Of an honest fool.

I am ever free to dream and always, almost,
Close to release.
Making commands of light,
Making my way along the pathways of experience,
To be delivered, eyeing the ear of corn
And the passing boatman’s song.

Out of the smallest parts
Of what I am,
Comes a sense of something more refined, already risen.
Where I may alight and speak of unspeakable
Beauty and revel in the parts
Now hidden,

There the immensity of being shrinks,
Where I may yearn to come undone.

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(Grounded)

(Grounded)

Immovable intelligence

Fire ceremony

Dark shine

Enchanted (without magnification)

Sense perfection

Breathe

 

(Grounded)

Universal essence

Great one (Buddha)

Nameless and emptied

Golden

Formless

 

(Grounded)

Lotus throne

Thought cannot reach

Farthest branch

Gripped by breeze

Words dissolve

Truth

 

Crickets sunset chorus

 

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Children of the Soil

Painting by Seema Kohli

Children of the soil

One and all,

Wayward spirits stray

Far from the apple tree,

At play.

 

The shadows of leaves

Blot out the sun,

In this shade we shelter

And come undone.

 

The translucent veneer

Of the peace that we found,

Is born in the one,

Unifying sound.

 

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Manic hounds barking at the gate

Strange when the mind is still the silence between words seems louder than the

Pervading chatter,

The faintest of rustles sparks a great forest fire.

Colours glow brighter on the blank canvas, the beauty of existence glistens

In missing parts, in passing clouds;

The bits in-between, a lost song’s melody, untrammeled emotions

Climb the twice ruined folly, a slight pause, a return

With each brave gesture and fist in the air.

The rebel tumbles in cycles of doubt where darkness shines more luminous

Than light and emptiness is filled with something else all together.

There’s a breeding solace within such wounds of thirst

As the dripping moss feeds the rushing river, each lowest ebb unveils a

Silvered salmon.

This wholeness begs release yet thoughts trickle as wild rains, out in the fields.

In this deluge, great work is washed away and we drink from the purest of

Waters, our deepest stain shelters a

Mighty flame.

In perceived exile something eternal shudders, mouth noise becomes as

Relevant

As the manic hounds barking at the gate.

 

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Do you want to be the creator or the victim? – An evening with Ram Dass

“Let’s trade in all our judging for appreciating. Let’s lay down our righteousness and just be together.”

“Treat everyone you meet like God in drag.”

“The spiritual journey is individual, highly personal. It can’t be organized or regulated. It isn’t true that everyone should follow one path. Listen to your own truth.”

“What you meet in another being is the projection of your own level of evolution.”

“If you think you’re free, there’s no escape possible.”

Worth a watch just for the crochet story alone…….

“We’re all just walking each other home.”

“It is important to expect nothing, to take every experience, including the negative ones, as merely steps on the path, and to proceed.”

“The heart surrenders everything to the moment. The mind judges and holds back.”

“In most of our human relationships, we spend much of our time reassuring one another that our costumes of identity are on straight.”

“As long as you have certain desires about how it ought to be you can’t see how it is.”

“Be here now.”

Ram Dass

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Reeking Reality

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Nantlle Ridge, Snowdonia

Eyes closed, shuttered and empty,
Wrung of feeling and cleanly wired, my cup is drained and
Stained by lip marks.

The lawn a perfect postage stamp, an old phone
Rings in the hallway, light beams through the letterbox
And parts the dusty air dark and light.

Exhausted I wait for emotion, for a connection to act
And acting I am.
Finally the heavy door creaks open, my outer landscape
Retreats to another room, reeking of deeper reality
And boiled sweets.

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