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Awakened just 3 minutes before 3 a.m. There's no going back to sleep, when such energy is present... 
Only sitting still in this pure silence...and everything is as it is...

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Now
It is time 
To give yourself up.

Surrender,
Abandon all struggle,
thoughts, worries and hopes. 

Now  
It is time
To be silent.

Be as heavy and still as the highest mountain.
Be as light and serene as the delicate feather.

Now
It is time 
To listen

Listen in pure silence
As if trying to hear the sound of the sun
Rising at dawn.

Listen to the one who hears
And rest
In this
Timeless equanimity.
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redbubble.com → (Photo by Mieke Boynton)
 

O sweet spontaneous

O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting

                     fingers of
purient philosophers pinched
and
poked

thee
,has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy

          beauty        .how
oftn have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
                (but
true

to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover

                   thou answerest


them only with


spring) 


-- e e cummings
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FIVE PRECEPTS ON HAPPINESS

1

Though your friends and family
will likely try
to save you from it,
yours is nobody else’s
business or responsibility.

2

You cannot cause,
manufacture or manipulate it.
It comes, if at all,
as gift to be received
with gratitude.

3

Hope to receive it
and prepare by giving away
what you least want to lose.
On this point
Jesus and Buddha dance.

4

Refuse to carry the burden
of maintaining it.
That’s unnecessary baggage,
will betroth you
to a boulder and a hill.

5

If you receive some,
scatter it like seed.
Sharing assures preservation.
As with manna,
held tight, it rots.

-- Bonnie Thurston

(Photo by
TrojAn)

 
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Mother-of-us-all prays to free usfrom our image of perfectionto which so much suffering clings.When in the shadowy mindwe imagine ourselves imperfectly,praying to be freed from gravityby enlightenment, she refines our prayers.Putting her arms around usshe bids us rest our head on her shoulderwhispering, Don’t you knowwith all your fear and angerall you are fit for is love.~Stephen Levine, from Breaking the Drought - Visions of Grace(Photo by Kyril Braga)

Mother-of-us-all prays to free us
from our image of perfection
to which so much suffering clings.

When in the shadowy mind
we imagine ourselves imperfectly,
praying to be freed from gravity
by enlightenment, she refines our prayers.

Putting her arms around us
she bids us rest our head on her shoulder
whispering, Don’t you know
with all your fear and anger
all you are fit for is love.
 

~Stephen Levine, from Breaking the Drought - Visions of Grace

(Photo by Kyril Braga)

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There is an elemental love in the universe by which name we know each other and encourage ourselves to live.There is a silver river that connects everything from which some part of us never leaves.There is a mercy making its way up through the ocean of the earth to the shores of our feet.There is a music so sweet it is almost unbearable that is composed between the ear and the heart which reminds us.There is a diamond-glint, a seed of longing in ourselves that recognizes the potential absence of gravity in another.There is part of us that says it is never too late to be reborn on the inbreath each morning.Somewhere there is a basket that contains all our failures. It is a big basket.  It wants to know what to do with these. Mercy has no use for them.~ Stephen Levine(Photo: Collecting Silence, by Kyrill Braga)

There is an elemental love in the universe
by which name we know each other
and encourage ourselves to live.

There is a silver river that connects everything
from which some part of us never leaves.There is a mercy making its way
up through the ocean of the earth
to the shores of our feet.

There is a music so sweet it is almost unbearable
that is composed between the ear
and the heart which reminds us.

There is a diamond-glint, a seed of longing
in ourselves that recognizes the potential
absence of gravity in another.

There is part of us that
says it is never too late to be reborn
on the inbreath each morning.

Somewhere there is a basket
that contains all our failures.
It is a big basket.  It wants to know
what to do with these.
Mercy has no use for them.

~ Stephen Levine

(Photo: Collecting Silence, by Kyrill Braga)

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This awkward speck of dust, this universe, time, and every act and thoughtfrom mineral to man, deposited in the library of my marrow.I do not know what I knowit enters through another door,disturbs my fragile understandings,rattles my dinnerware and knocks all my trophies off their shelves.Breathed in loving madness,revealed beyond the mind and the shape of things.Do not be betrayed by philosophies and enlightenments–  all there is to be  was yours before you began.~Stephen Levine(Image: HubbleSite)

This awkward speck of dust,
this universe, time, and every
act and thought
from mineral to man,
deposited in the library of my marrow.

I do not know what I know
it enters through another door,
disturbs my fragile understandings,
rattles my dinnerware and knocks
all my trophies off their shelves.

Breathed in loving madness,
revealed beyond the mind
and the shape of things.

Do not be betrayed
by philosophies and enlightenments–
all there is to be
was yours before you began.

~Stephen Levine

(Image: HubbleSite)

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Dragon FlySunspots are  lillypads Buddha a dragon      fly.Remember the last time you forgot your true heart? It was a  hell of a  day but none-the-less dragonflys were hatching.Sunspots are  lillypads Buddha a dragon        fly.~Stephen Levine(Photo: by Sue Nueckel)

Dragon Fly


Sunspots
are
lillypads
Buddha
a dragon
     fly.

Remember
the last
time you
forgot your
true heart?
It was a
hell of a
day
but none-the-less
dragonflys
were
hatching.

Sunspots
are
lillypads
Buddha
a dragon
       fly.

~Stephen Levine

(Photo: by Sue Nueckel)

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joie de vivreHappiness is a superstition but Joy is our birthrightHappiness comes from getting      what you want Joy from being      who you really areThe deeper       you go the less definable      you become and the realer      you feelThere is nothing for us to get      and everything for us to be Joy is who we really are when we stop pretending we’re not free~Stephen Levine(Photo: “Lor Lake” by Martin Zalba)

joie de vivre


Happiness is a superstition
but Joy is our birthright

Happiness comes from getting
     what you want
Joy from being
     who you really are

The deeper
     you go
the less definable
     you become
and the realer
     you feel

There is nothing for us to get
     and everything for us to be

Joy is who we really are
when we stop pretending
we’re not free

~Stephen Levine

(Photo: “Lor Lake” by Martin Zalba)

 

 

 

 

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 Millennium blessingThere is a grace approachingthat we shun as much as death,it is the completion of our birth.It does not come in time,but in timelessnesswhen the mind sinks into the heartand we remember.It is an insistent grace that draws usto the edge and beckons us surrendersafe territory and enter our enormity.We know we must passbeyond knowingand fear the shedding.But we are pulled upwardnone-the-lessthrough forgotten ghostsand unexpected angels,luminous.And there is nothing left to saybut we are That.And that is what we sing about.~ Stephen Levine , (Thanks to Panhala.net)<br />(Photo by Konstantin Dmitriev)

Millennium blessing

There is a grace approaching
that we shun as much as death,
it is the completion of our birth.

It does not come in time,
but in timelessness
when the mind sinks into the heart
and we remember.

It is an insistent grace that draws us
to the edge and beckons us surrender
safe territory and enter our enormity.

We know we must pass
beyond knowing
and fear the shedding.

But we are pulled upward
none-the-less
through forgotten ghosts
and unexpected angels,
luminous.

And there is nothing left to say
but we are That.

And that is what we sing about.

~ Stephen Levine , (Thanks to Panhala.net)


(Photo by Konstantin Dmitriev)



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(Photo by Vladimir Metzger)From “Resting in the river”:“Let us visualize the waves on the ocean, several  waves appearing on the surface of the ocean. Some waves are big, there  are those that are small, and each wave seems to have its own life. A  wave may have ideas like, “I am a wave. I am only a wave among many  waves. I am smaller than the other wave. I am less beautiful. I last  less than the other wave.” Ideas like that. A wave can be caught in  jealousy, in fear, in discrimination.But if the wave is able to bend down and touch the water within  herself, it will realize that while it is a wave, it is at the same time  water. Water is the foundation of the wave. While waves can be high and  low, more and less beautiful, the water is free from all these notions.  That is why if we are able to touch the foundation of our being, we can  release our fear and our suffering.Touching the foundation of our being means touching nirvana. Our  foundation is not subjected to birth and death, being and non-being. A  wave can live the life of a wave, but a wave can do much better than  that. While living the life of a wave, a wave can live a life of the  water. The more our solidity and our freedom grows, the deeper we touch  the ground of our own being. That is the door for emancipation, for the  greatest relief.&#8221;~Thich Nhat Hanh, (much thanks to dhammanovice for pointing out the link)

(Photo by Vladimir Metzger)

From “Resting in the river”:

“Let us visualize the waves on the ocean, several waves appearing on the surface of the ocean. Some waves are big, there are those that are small, and each wave seems to have its own life. A wave may have ideas like, “I am a wave. I am only a wave among many waves. I am smaller than the other wave. I am less beautiful. I last less than the other wave.” Ideas like that. A wave can be caught in jealousy, in fear, in discrimination.

But if the wave is able to bend down and touch the water within herself, it will realize that while it is a wave, it is at the same time water. Water is the foundation of the wave. While waves can be high and low, more and less beautiful, the water is free from all these notions. That is why if we are able to touch the foundation of our being, we can release our fear and our suffering.

Touching the foundation of our being means touching nirvana. Our foundation is not subjected to birth and death, being and non-being. A wave can live the life of a wave, but a wave can do much better than that. While living the life of a wave, a wave can live a life of the water. The more our solidity and our freedom grows, the deeper we touch the ground of our own being. That is the door for emancipation, for the greatest relief.”

~Thich Nhat Hanh

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Dipa Ma (March 25, 1911 - September 1989) was born Nani Bala Barua in a small village named Chittagong in East Bengal (currently, Bangladesh), moving to join her husband in Burma when she was 16.
    After her husband died in 1957, and her only surviving child, daughter Dipa, was seven years old, Nani "Dipa Ma", was drowning in sorrow and at the lowest point in her life. One day a doctor said to her, "You know, you're actually going to die of a broken heart unless you do something about the state of your mind."
   Because she was living in Burma, a Buddhist country, he suggested that she learn how to meditate. It was then she had a dream in which the Buddha appeared to her as a luminous presence and softly chanted a verse from the Dhammapada:

"Clinging to what is dear brings sorrow, Clinging to what is dear brings fear. To one who is entirely free from endearment, There is no sorrow or fear."

Dipa Ma understood the Buddha's advice as a call to master Vipassana meditation, attaining the first stage of enlightenment at the age of 53.
In 1963, due to her impeccable morality and her powers of concentration, she was chosen to study the siddhis or spiritual powers with her teacher, also a family friend, the Indian master Anagarika Munindra, a senior student of Mahasi Sayadaw. These practices included dematerialization, body-doubling, cooking food without fire, mind-reading, visitation of the various realms of heaven and hell, time travel, and knowledge of past lives. Upon mastery she dropped them, as instructed in the eastern tradition.

"My worldly concerns are not a hindrance, because whatever I do, the meditation is there. It never really leaves me. Even when I'm talking, I'm meditating. When I'm eating or thinking about my daughter, that doesn't hinder the meditation."

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"Women can go more quickly and deeper in the practice of Vipassana than men because because your minds are more supple. Women's tendency to be more emotional is not a hindrance to practice." Softness of mind, Dipa Ma explained, is what brings more emotion, more movement. This is something to be witnessed, not identified with.

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Dipa-Ma's 10 Lessons to Live By

1. Choose one meditation practice and stick with it. If you want to progress in meditation stay with one technique.

2. Meditate every day. Practice now. Don't think you will do more later.

3. Any situation is workable. Each of us has enormous power. It can be used to help ourselves and help others.

4. Practice patience. Patience is one of the most important virtues for developing mindfulness and concentration.

5. Free your mind. Your mind is all stories.

6. Cool the fire of emotions. Anger is a fire.

7. Have fun along the way. I am quite happy. If you come to meditate you will also be happy.

8. Simplify. Live simply. A very simple life is good for every thing. Too much luxury is a hindrance to practice.

9. Cultivate the spirit of blessing. If you bless those around you this will inspire you to be attentive in every moment.

10. It's a circular journey. Meditation integrates the whole person



(Source: wiki)
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Я верю во все что еще не стало устным.
Освободить хочу все то что ждет в душе,
так что бы то чего желать еще не смел никто
смогло впервые бы ключом забиться
без замышления моего.

если то дерзость, Господи, прости,
но это я сказать обязан.
Пусть мой каждый поступок, течет  из меня как река,
непринужденно и несдержанно,
как бывает с детьми.

И тогда через потоки приливов и отливов,
через эти волны, которые бушуя уходят и вновь возвращаются,
Тебя спою я, как никто еще прежде не пел.

течя через расширяющиеся каналы,
прямо в открытое море.

~Райнер Мария Рилке

(мой скромный перевод с Английского перевода отсюда)

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Once upon a time there was a beautiful river finding her way among the hills, forests, and meadows. She began by being a joyful stream of water, a spring always dancing and singing as she ran down from the top of the mountain. She was very young at the time, and as she came to the lowland she slowed down. She was thinking about going to the ocean. As she grew up, she learned to look beautiful, winding gracefully among the hills and meadows.

One day she noticed the clouds within herself. Clouds of all sorts of colors and forms. She did nothing during these days but chase after clouds. She wanted to possess a cloud, to have one for herself. But clouds float and travel in the sky, and they are always changing their form. Sometimes they look like an overcoat, sometimes like a horse. Because of the nature of impermanence within the clouds, the river suffered very much. Her pleasure, her joy had become just chasing after clouds, one after another, but despair, anger,and hatred became her life.
Then one day a strong wind came and blew away all the clouds in the sky. The sky became completely empty. Our river thought that life was not worth living, for there were no longer any clouds to chase after. She wanted to die. "If there are no clouds, why should I be alive?" But how can a river take her own life?
That night the river had the opportunity to go back to herself for the first time. She had been running for so long after something outside of herself that she had never seen herself. That night was the first opportunity for her to hear her own crying, the sounds of water crashing against the banks of the river. Because she was able to listen to her own voice, she discovered something quite important.
She realized that what she had been looking for was already in herself. She found out that clouds are nothing but water. Clouds are born from water and will return to water. And she found out she herself was also water.
The next morning when the sun was in the sky, she discovered something beautiful. She saw the blue sky for the first time. She had never noticed it before. She had only been interested in clouds, and she had missed seeing the sky, which is the home of all the clouds. Clouds are impermanent, but the sky is stable. She realized that the immense sky had been within her heart since the very beginning. This great insight brought her peace and happiness. As she saw the vast wonderful blue sky, she knew that her peace and stability would never be lost again.
That afternoon the clouds returned, but this time she did not want to possess any of them. She could see the beauty of each cloud, and she was able to welcome all of them. When a cloud came by, she would greet him or her with loving-kindness. When the cloud wanted to go away, she would wave to him or her happily and with loving kindness. She realized that all clouds are her. She didn't have to choose between the clouds and herself. Peace and harmony existed between her and the clouds.
That evening something wonderful happened. When she opened her heart completely to the evening sky she received the image of the full moon - beautiful, round, like a jewel within herself. She had never imagined that she could receive such a beautiful image. There is a very beautiful poem in Chinese: "The fresh and beautiful moon is traveling in the utmost empty sky. When the mind-rivers of living beings are free, that image of the beautiful moon will reflect in each of us."
This was the mind of the river at that moment. She received the image of that beautiful moon within her heart, and water, clouds, and moon took each others hands and practiced walking meditation slowly, slowly to the ocean.

There is nothing to chase after. We can go back to ourselves, enjoy our breathing, our smiling, ourselves, and our beautiful environment.

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