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Believe in your own heart – Gautama Buddha

Do not believe anything
because it is said by an authority,
or if it is said to come from angels,
or from gods,
or from an inspired source.

Believe it only if you have explored it
in your own heart
and mind and body
and found it to be true.

Work out your own path,
through diligence.

~ Gautama Buddha

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Love is Life – Leo Tolstoy

“Love is life.

All, everything that I understand,

I understand only because I love.

Everything is, everything exists,

only because I love.

Everything is united by it alone.

Love is God, and to die means that I,

a particle of love, shall return to the general

and eternal source.”

Leo Tolstoy

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“Real Love Begins….” Thich Nhat Hanh

“Real love begins when nothing is expected in return.”

“Letting go gives us freedom and freedom is the only condition for happiness.”

“Walk as if you are kissing the earth with your feet……….Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis that the earth revolves – slowly, evenly, without rushing to the future.”

“I have arrived, I am home.  My destination is in each step.”

“There is no path to peace, the path is peace.”

“Open your mouth only if what you are going to say is more beautiful than silence.”

“When you look deeply into your anger, you will see that the person you call your enemy is also suffering. As soon as you see that, the capacity of accepting and having compassion for them is there.”

“I have arrived, I am home in the now.  I am solid.  I am free.  In the ultimate I dwell.  What a loving place to be.”

“Peace in oneself.  Peace in the world.”

 

~Thích Nhất Hạnh~

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Alan Watts – Guru, Scoundrel or ‘Spiritual Entertainer’?

I’ve been listening to more Alan Watts recently and stumbled across this old post that you may enjoy. Does it matter that our spiritual guru’s are rascals? Or does it just make them more endearing and human. More real?

Riding effortlessly on a large green turtle

‘There was a young man who said Dan, for it certainly seems I am, a creature that moves in determinate grooves, I’m not even a bus I’m a tram.’ 

Alan Watts is a man who has taught me much, giving me insight and inspiration and always a good laugh.  Although he died in the early ’70’s his legacy lives on in his many books, recordings and the seemingly endless clips on Youtube.

Alan’s words deeply resonate with me, he was a man who didn’t seem to take himself or life too seriously.  I am always heartened by his mischievous belly laugh, which for me, was an integral part of his appeal (and teachings!).

Under a Thai Sun, Prachuap Kiri Khan, Thailand

By his own admission, Alan was a ‘spiritual entertainer’; but he was surely being modest, he was much more than that to so many folk.  He was a scholar who…

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Reflections on Grey Skies I & II

I
There are dark shadows
Lain over separation.
Between the gates of the field,
Reach out to chaos.
Lose mind to find fragments of truth
And a fragile tranquility
Projected within the slim pickings
And morsels
Of this movable feast.

Meaningless little crumbs
Are scattered all over the place.
The mind must act as a knife,
Sharp and present,
Able to cut through the nonsense
Felt and witnessed;
Right discernment the key to
Navigating through the oceans
Of potential suffering.

We have greatness with us.
Capabilities unfathomable,
Love supreme.
Look within to things that sparkle
With assured kindness, things that draw us in
To vistas of profound darkness
And rich seams of great strength;
Fields of baffling joy, untamed joy;
Where we may build our nest of twigs
And bones for a short stay;
A sheltered reprieve.

Beyond force and beyond fear;
Beyond thought, prayer, pity, wealth,
Song, gospel, beauty, word, instinct, intuition;
Beyond all emotions great and small;
There lies golden motions,
The infinite gesticulates towards our hearts
In signs and a manner unfamiliar,
Because we are square wooden pegs floating
On the cascading realms of tumult
And vibrancy. Change, the only constant.
Something of nothing
Which we have chosen to ignore.

We have turned our back on the essence of love,
The innocence of love; pretty and playful.
The sweet wisdom unknowable when tied
To fallacy and folly.
How do we spend our time?
Do we ‘spend’ it well?
In this realm of cause and effect,
What is our ‘cause’?

Make a peaceful fist and break the mould.
Stop to take in the fractured reflections of wisdom,
Seize the opportunity to emulate the stars
As they are the flickering, tender light
In aeons of perceived darkness.
We are the mighty conduit,
Emulating the awe that culminates in simple moments
Without immediate worth.
Become a reflection of something else;
Uncontrolled and pure.

II
The web of space and planets
Refracting in the prisms we create.
Potential joins the fractal nature of infinity;
Blessings shower momentarily
Like meteors sent from mythical realms
Of heavenly sensation;
Forces that destroy our flashing existence
To unearth a profound appreciation,
Precious sediment grows
At the base of each river.

You the dream maker! You darkness voyager! You epic consequence!
Surfing same tides.

Just one in the sacred breath
Rising like dawns mist
From the supreme universe.
All giants building bridges that spell delusion.
Why can’t we recline
For a time in the enchanted lands
Of the dream world?
Play the gods at their own game?
Find eden riddled with human virtue.

Words are weak
When held up to the sun,
Gathering tides burgeon
In invisible depths.
From the pit of our stomach
Emanates a worthy repose.

We are reaching into nothing,
For nothing.
Life’s greatest mysteries
Are cloaked by the ambiguity
Of greater questions.

Here, where all who have lived are saved,
Simple gestures rest in the peace
Of the water way;
Earth, wind and air.

No one leaf falls without consequence.

Know that and the tree of life is not wood and water,
But a cyclical dance of evolving love.

 


 

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Sweet Child on the Road

Oh Atman! Oh soul!
Sweet child on the road.

Oh mother who feeds
Her family with peace.

Oh father in sky,
Can’t you hear the lowly cry?

Oh truth, oh lies
All unfolding in time.

Oh existence, oh knowledge,
Oh bliss absolute.

Oh teacher, great silence,
So loving and wise.

Oh yoga, dissolution,
Ascend material resolution.

Oh guru, pure light,
Resting easy at your side.

Oh wisdom in life
So many ways to delight.

Oh death, take me home,
Leave with grace these skin and bones.

Oh Atman! Oh soul!
Forever love this mortal stone.

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Hushed Monsoon

 

View from the Western Ghats - Tamil Nadu, India

View from the Western Ghats – Tamil Nadu, India

At the vanguard of life,

Captured by the stream and the essence of being.

 

In the community of bamboo clusters and

Bougainvillea clouds;

We collect flowers for compost.

Fresh seeds shower the lanes,

To reap and sow as nature dictates.

 

The garden is speaking softly

Of a greatness in effortless intention.

No thought, no goal; pure action realised.

 

Do nothing for the seasons dance along with us.

We regenerate freely with open hearts;

We can no longer leave, we can no longer stay.

 

Life is cleansed of doing and in wholeness we abstain;

Suspended in the process,

 

Transfixed by the pink moons passage

And the sound of hushed monsoon

Coming to wash it all away.

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