Happy holidays and peace on earth!
time of giving means a time of selfless being - we may achieve abundance in giving that which we want for ourselves, that which is most difficult for us to give is what will create the most growth and bliss in ourselves. so during this time it is important to think of giving the smiles and love that we have eternally and can never exhaust. when we give this great gift to those around us = the generosity is passed along creating such a great effect that we are uplifted to a place of tranquility so easily - by thinking not of ourself we can realize how much we give to ourself in spirit and we can then know that a great blessing is upon us, somthing that is worth more than any thing we can give away - and somthing that lasts as long as we keep this state of mind. please let peace come into us through these acts - the acts of the inner love for a truth that is contained in every one of us.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Saturday, December 17, 2005
"In my own hands I hold a bowl of tea; I see all of nature represented in its green color. Closing my eyes I find green mountains and pure water within my own heart. Silently, sitting alone, drinking tea, I feel these become part of me. Sharing this bowl of tea with others, they, too, become one with it and nature". - Soshitsu Sen XV
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
The painings below are done by Alex Grey, a very enlightening artist. I'm excited to go check out his gallery in NYC at the end of this month.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
this is my latest painting. its the heart- the heart energy - the everything - the center of all of us. to me it represents a giving, an emitting of pureness which can be simply put as love. 'i am that i am' is this essence to me - it is the all that pervades and means that i am a part of everything as that which flows through all things. i am that - and that- and this. whatever you say you are i am that too, we are all i am's - and are born from the same light.
Friday, December 09, 2005
We’re all artists, rightfully so, we all take our own paint to the medium of life. We all have different ways of expressing human, emotions and colors, voices and sculptures of realities. The art of being human is expressed in who we are – what we do (and what we don’t do), and even the subtle thoughts that no one could possibly know about. So what does this all mean – that I’m the center of the universe- and the thing is, you are too. Each human expression is a soul’s expression, and that is universal expression. Artists at work creating our own meanings to life – but what’s at the heart is truly becoming the expression you are and realizing it. What color are you today – what sound, what vibration, what echo, what sensation? Don’t categorize it just be it.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Q: What is self-realization
A: Entry into the Kingdom of Heaven within, getting out of the field of relativity, crossing all limits of creation, and getting to the field of the Creator, is realizing the Self. Suppose anything experienced - a flower- the flower has occupied the mind so fully that the nature of the mind is not found, the nature of the experiencer is mising. Only the eye, the sight, and the object remain. The subject is annihilated, only the qualities of the object remain. Pure Bliss Consciousness, that Bliss Consciousness of Absolute Nature, has been overshadowed by the impression of the object.
Meditation is a way to reduce the impact of the object gradually. It cannot be overthrown suddenly. If we want all of a sudden to forget the flower, we will be remembering to forget! So, we just use a technique. If suddenly is not possible, then gradually do it. The best way is this.
If we know the process of continously going from the subtler to a point, and as the object is being reduced in its status, the experiencer increases his status, until object is nil and subject is full. This is Self-Realization. Self is realized in its full 100% glory, devoid of any objective experience.
This is the way to increase the capacity of experience. As it is, the senses are capable of experienceing only gross, long experiences though the eyes, nose, and ears, entirely gross experiences. And experiencing the gross for a long time, the capacity of subtle experience is rusted, the machinery is not used. Only gross facilities are used and when all the time the gross facilities of experience are used and the finer facilities of experience are not used, then life becoms dry and dulled. Tense.
Meditation is just oiling the machinery and making the unused parts come into use. Refining the faculty of experience. Eventually the faculty of experience is increased to such a great degree, that inner Bliss, the all pervading God, comes to be lived a hundred per cent. When this stage is reached, and the flower comes before the sense, the subject maintains himself and experiences the flower at the same time. The quality of the subject, the Self, is maintained and also the flower is experienced.
this is the process of getting to the field of Being, and then coming out, the Self is maintained by Itself. Get to that status of the mind where the individual mind gets on to the Cosmic mind, and is That. Meditation is the way. Just a matter of learning a technique.
- Meditations of Maharishi Mahesh Yogi-
A: Entry into the Kingdom of Heaven within, getting out of the field of relativity, crossing all limits of creation, and getting to the field of the Creator, is realizing the Self. Suppose anything experienced - a flower- the flower has occupied the mind so fully that the nature of the mind is not found, the nature of the experiencer is mising. Only the eye, the sight, and the object remain. The subject is annihilated, only the qualities of the object remain. Pure Bliss Consciousness, that Bliss Consciousness of Absolute Nature, has been overshadowed by the impression of the object.
Meditation is a way to reduce the impact of the object gradually. It cannot be overthrown suddenly. If we want all of a sudden to forget the flower, we will be remembering to forget! So, we just use a technique. If suddenly is not possible, then gradually do it. The best way is this.
If we know the process of continously going from the subtler to a point, and as the object is being reduced in its status, the experiencer increases his status, until object is nil and subject is full. This is Self-Realization. Self is realized in its full 100% glory, devoid of any objective experience.
This is the way to increase the capacity of experience. As it is, the senses are capable of experienceing only gross, long experiences though the eyes, nose, and ears, entirely gross experiences. And experiencing the gross for a long time, the capacity of subtle experience is rusted, the machinery is not used. Only gross facilities are used and when all the time the gross facilities of experience are used and the finer facilities of experience are not used, then life becoms dry and dulled. Tense.
Meditation is just oiling the machinery and making the unused parts come into use. Refining the faculty of experience. Eventually the faculty of experience is increased to such a great degree, that inner Bliss, the all pervading God, comes to be lived a hundred per cent. When this stage is reached, and the flower comes before the sense, the subject maintains himself and experiences the flower at the same time. The quality of the subject, the Self, is maintained and also the flower is experienced.
this is the process of getting to the field of Being, and then coming out, the Self is maintained by Itself. Get to that status of the mind where the individual mind gets on to the Cosmic mind, and is That. Meditation is the way. Just a matter of learning a technique.
- Meditations of Maharishi Mahesh Yogi-
Sacrifice Suffering
Oh Lord, the way is yours
I am tired of spinning in fantasy
Drawl the curtains that blind me
I would cut out my eyes to see
Speak words of simple wisdom
I would tear off my ears to hear
Remove the dams on the river of bliss
I would break my limbs to swim
Oh Lord, the way is yours
I am still imprisoned in alien thought
Tortured with misinformation
Bring peace in daily bread
I would burn my tongue to taste
Teach compassionate justice
I would loose my head to know
Be love eternal
I would sacrifice all to feel it
Oh Lord, the way is yours
I am tired of spinning in fantasy
Drawl the curtains that blind me
I would cut out my eyes to see
Speak words of simple wisdom
I would tear off my ears to hear
Remove the dams on the river of bliss
I would break my limbs to swim
Oh Lord, the way is yours
I am still imprisoned in alien thought
Tortured with misinformation
Bring peace in daily bread
I would burn my tongue to taste
Teach compassionate justice
I would loose my head to know
Be love eternal
I would sacrifice all to feel it
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Born unto Light
My motherfather knows me
My motherfather planted me
My mother waters me
My father shines on me
I was born on
The sacred mountain of fire
Where the word is spoken and all can hear
I break my flesh
And bury it
They regenerate cyclically
My motherfather pervades
All colors converge
On the sacred mountain
Where pure light is born
And the beacon in my chest is fueled
My motherfather calls
The names of all children
With one word
That burns us unto
Our essential nature
My motherfather planted me
My mother waters me
My father shines on me
I was born on
The sacred mountain of fire
Where the word is spoken and all can hear
I break my flesh
And bury it
They regenerate cyclically
My motherfather pervades
All colors converge
On the sacred mountain
Where pure light is born
And the beacon in my chest is fueled
My motherfather calls
The names of all children
With one word
That burns us unto
Our essential nature
Monday, December 05, 2005
The snow made me skip class, it made me...and stole my milk money too (soymilk). But at least i got some good pictures of it, jee, why am i'm so optimistic.
that reminds me i was watching a documentary and this is a quote:
"i am cursed with an optimistically looking face, but really im not optimistic at all"
p.s.
Forgive me, but i guess i had to
that reminds me i was watching a documentary and this is a quote:
"i am cursed with an optimistically looking face, but really im not optimistic at all"
p.s.
Forgive me, but i guess i had to
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Reverberate Emptiness
My heart has lost its strings to serenade
They’ve been plucked before
They’ve made music before
But now all that’s left is a hollow body
Ready to reverberate
Waiting to be restrung
My heart has lost its strings to serenade
What good are the curves of acoustics
If they can not even sing of sorrow
Without a single vibratory string
My heart flat lines
With the soundless songs
Of yesterday catching up with today
This score waits to be compiled again
With the single syllable of creation
Reverberating the truth
Reverberating a passion
To want to be warmly humming
The tune will want to
Want to
Love the days that harmony
Flowed swift in the vessel of my heart
If the purpose is to serenade
My instrument remains only an echo overplayed
My heart has lost its strings to serenade
They’ve been plucked before
They’ve made music before
But now all that’s left is a hollow body
Ready to reverberate
Waiting to be restrung
My heart has lost its strings to serenade
What good are the curves of acoustics
If they can not even sing of sorrow
Without a single vibratory string
My heart flat lines
With the soundless songs
Of yesterday catching up with today
This score waits to be compiled again
With the single syllable of creation
Reverberating the truth
Reverberating a passion
To want to be warmly humming
The tune will want to
Want to
Love the days that harmony
Flowed swift in the vessel of my heart
If the purpose is to serenade
My instrument remains only an echo overplayed
I Only Wanted
A starving shadow waits to be blown across a skull capped desert
The cacti provide the spiritual source of greenery
The clouds wait to rain
Wind hesitates to breathe
Oh bold sun, forty times you reappeared
With poisoned water and stolen bread rejected
I wait
To glimpse the source
A starving shadow waits to be blown across a skull capped desert
The cacti provide the spiritual source of greenery
The clouds wait to rain
Wind hesitates to breathe
Oh bold sun, forty times you reappeared
With poisoned water and stolen bread rejected
I wait
To glimpse the source
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