• The World’s Gleam

    The World’s Gleam

    “The soul loves the Good because, from the beginning, she has been incited by the Good to love him. And the soul which has this love at hand does not wait to be reminded by the beauties of this lower world, but since she has this love–even if she does realize it–she is constantly searching. Since she wants to rise up to the Good, the soul disdains the beauties of this world. When she sees the beautiful things in this universe, she mistrusts them, for she sees that they are in flesh and in bodies, and that they are polluted by their present dwelling place. . . . When the soul further see that the beauties of this world flow away, she knows full well that the light which was shimmering upon them comes from elsewhere. Then the soul rises up to the other world, for she is clever at finding what she loves, and she does not give up before she has seized it, unless her love were somehow torn away from her.“
    – Plotinus

    Art: William Blake “The Ancient of Days”, 1794

  • You do not need many things

    You do not need many things

    My house is buried in the deepest recess of the forest
    Every year, ivy vines grow longer than the year before.
    Undisturbed by the affairs of the world I live at ease,
    Woodmen’s singing rarely reaching me through the trees.
    While the sun stays in the sky, I mend my torn clothes
    And facing the moon, I read holy texts aloud to myself.
    Let me drop a word of advice for believers of my faith.
    To enjoy life’s immensity, you do not need many things.

    -Ryōkan Taigu

    Translation by Nobuyuki Yuasa

    The flower invites the butterfly with no-mind;
    The butterfly visits the flower with no-mind.
    The flower opens, the butterfly comes;
    The butterfly comes, the flower opens.
    I don’t know others, Others don’t know me.
    By not-knowing we follow nature’s course.

    -Ryōkan

    My hut lies in the middle of a dense forest;
    Every year the green ivy grows longer.
    No news of the affairs of men,
    Only the occasional song of a woodcutter.
    The sun shines and I mend my robe;
    When the moon comes out I read Buddhist poems.
    I have nothing to report to my friends.
    If you want to find the meaning, stop chasing after
    so many things.

    -Ryōkan

    My life may appear melancholy,
    But travelling through this world
    I have entrusted myself to Heaven.

  • Samadhi

    Samadhi

    Vanished are the veils of light and shade,

    Lifted the vapors of sorrow,

    Sailed away the dawn of fleeting joy,

    Gone the mirage of the senses.

    Love, hate, health, disease, life and death –

    Departed, these false shadows on the screen
    of duality.

    Waves of laughter, scyllas of sarcasm, whirlpools
    of melancholy,

    Melting in the vast sea of bliss.

    Bestilled is the storm of maya

    By the magic wand of intuition deep.

    The universe, a forgotten dream, lurks
    subconsciously,

    Ready to invade my newly wakened memory divine.

    I exist without the cosmic shadow,

    But it could not live bereft of me;

    As the sea exists without the waves,

    But they breathe not without the sea.

    Dreams, wakings, states of deep turiya sleep,

    Present, past, future, no more for me,

    But the ever-present, all-flowing, I, I everywhere.

    Consciously enjoyable,

    Beyond the imagination of all expectancy,

    Is this, my samadhi state.

    Planets, stars, stardust, earth,

    Volcanic bursts of doomsday cataclysms,

    Creation’s moulding furnace,

    Glaciers of silent X-rays,

    Burning floods of electrons,

    Thoughts of all men, past, present, future,

    Every blade of grass, myself and all,

    Each particle of creation’s dust,

    Anger, greed, good, bad, salvation, lust,

    I swallowed up – transmuted them

    Into one vast ocean of blood of my own one Being!

    Smoldering joy, oft-puffed by unceasing meditation,

    Which blinded my tearful eyes,

    Burst into eternal flames of bliss,

    And consumed my tears, my peace, my frame,
    my all.

    Thou art I, I am Thou,

    Knowing, Knower, Known, as One!

    One tranquilled, unbroken thrill of eternal, living, ever-new peace!

    Not an unconscious state
    Or mental chloroform without wilful return,

    Samadhi but extends my realm of consciousness

    Beyond the limits of my mortal frame

    To the boundaries of eternity,

    Where I, the Cosmic Sea,

    Watch the little ego floating in Me.

    Not a sparrow, nor a grain of sand, falls

        without my sight

    All space floats like an iceberg in my mental sea.

    I am the Colossal Container of all things made!

    By deeper, longer, continuous, thirsty,
    guru – given meditation,

    This celestial samadhi is attained.

    All the mobile murmurs of atoms are heard;

    The dark earth, mountains, seas are molten liquid!

    This flowing sea changes into vapors of nebulae!

    Aum blows o’er the vapors; they open their veils,

    Revealing a sea of shining electrons,

    Till, at the last sound of the cosmic drum,

    Grosser light vanishes into eternal rays

    Of all-pervading Cosmic Joy.

    From Joy we come,

    For Joy we live,

    In the sacred Joy we melt.

    I, the ocean of mind, drink all creation’s waves.

    The four veils of solid, liquid, vapor, light,

    Lift aright.

    Myself, in everything,

    Enters the Great Myself.

    Gone forever,

    The fitful, flickering shadows of a mortal memory.

    Spotless is my mental sky,

    Below, ahead, and high above.

    Eternity and I, one united ray.

    I, a tiny bubble of laughter,

    Have become the Sea of Mirth Itself.

    ~ Paramahansa Yogananda (Songs of the Soul, published by Self-realization Fellowship)

  • The Master Does Nothing

    The Master Does Nothing

    The Master doesn’t try to be powerful;
    thus he is truly powerful.
    The ordinary man keeps reaching for power;
    thus he never has enough.

    The Master does nothing,
    yet he leaves nothing undone.
    The ordinary man is always doing things,
    yet many more are left to be done.

    The kind man does something,
    yet something remains undone.
    The just man does something.
    and leaves many things to be done.
    The moral man does something,
    and when no one responds
    he rolls up his sleeves and uses force.

    When the Tao is lost, there is goodness.
    When goodness is lost, there is morality.
    When morality is lost, there is ritual.
    Ritual is the husk of true faith,
    the beginning of chaos.

    Therefore the Master concerns himself
    with the depths and not the surface,
    with the fruit and not the flower.
    He has no will of his own.
    He dwells in reality,
    and lets all illusions go.

    ~ Tao Te Ching, translation by S.Mitchell

  • Earth Prayer

    Earth Prayer

    Grandfather, Great Spirit, once more behold me on Earth and lean to hear my feeble voice. You lived first, and you are older than all need, older than all prayer. All things belong to you – the two-legged, the four-legged, the wings of the air, and all green things that live.

    You have set the powers of the four quarters of the Earth to cross each other.
    You have made me cross the good road and road of difficulties, and where they cross, the place is holy. Day in, day out, forevermore, you are the life of things.

    Hey! Lean to hear my feeble voice.
    At the center of the sacred hoop
    With tears running, O Great Spirit, my Grandfather,
    With running eyes I must say
    The tree has never bloomed.

    Here I stand, and the tree is withered.
    Again, I recall the great vision you gave me.
    It may be that some little root of the sacred tree still lives.
    Nourish it then
    That it may leaf
    And bloom
    And fill with singing birds!
    Hear me, that the people may once again
    Find the good road
    And the shielding tree.

    ~ Black Elk, Holy Man of the Oglala Lakota people 1863-1950