Posted by: Stephen Paul | April 24, 2015

Stay in the emptiness of Being

Stay in the emptiness of Being.
Just stay there.
It is the only place where you can stay effortlessly.
And when you recognise the effortlessness of your Self,
the idea of ‘staying’ there will gradually fade away.
You don’t have to ‘stay’ as That which is permanent;
permanence does not need to remain as permanence.
It just Is.

~ Mooji

Monte Sahaja, 2015

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Posted by: Stephen Paul | April 23, 2015

The music of stillness

When we transcend (the I-dentity/story of self) and dissolve into the field of love, there is no one there to utter anything…. everything just is as it is… there is no need to interupt or interfere, no need to controle, nothing to add and nothing to deduct. There is just pure omni pres(essence) of love. We can dive into this space with a bit of dicipline… it is a state of being we surf in and out of until we get comfortable enough to just let go and BE joy without seeking reason, without being attached to anything, without getting caught up by the ongoing chatter of thoughts moving thru our mind. It is the vibration of home of our soul immersed with source itself. The music of stillness itself.
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Posted by: Stephen Paul | April 18, 2015

Too Many Names

 From Poetry Chaikhana

 

Too Many Names

By Pablo Neruda
(1904 – 1973)

English version by Anthony Kerrigan

 

Mondays are meshed with Tuesdays
and the week with the whole year.
Time cannot be cut
with your weary scissors,
and all the names of the day
are washed out by the waters of night.

No one can claim the name of Pedro,
nobody is Rosa or Maria,
all of us are dust or sand,
all of us are rain under rain.
They have spoken to me of Venezuelas,
of Chiles and of Paraguays;
I have no idea what they are saying.
I know only the skin of the earth
and I know it is without a name.

When I lived amongst the roots
they pleased me more than flowers did,
and when I spoke to a stone
it rang like a bell.

It is so long, the spring
which goes on all winter.
Time lost its shoes.
A year is four centuries.

When I sleep every night,
what am I called or not called?
And when I wake, who am I
if I was not while I slept?

This means to say that scarcely
have we landed into life
than we come as if new-born;
let us not fill our mouths
with so many faltering names,
with so many sad formalities,
with so many pompous letters,
with so much of yours and mine,
with so much of signing of papers.

I have a mind to confuse things,
unite them, bring them to birth,
mix them up, undress them,
until the light of the world
has the oneness of the ocean,
a generous, vast wholeness,
a crepitant fragrance.

Posted by: Stephen Paul | April 11, 2015

Becoming aware of silence

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“When you become aware of silence, immediately there is that state of inner still alertness. You are present. You have stepped out of thousands of years of collective human conditioning.”

–Eckhart Tolle

Posted by: Stephen Paul | April 9, 2015

To mind or no-mind?

Posted by: Stephen Paul | April 1, 2015

Empty of you, love shines

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Love does not need an intention or object to love.
It is the highest expression of the being in recognition of itself.
It is the unity of Being.
Your being just radiates this love – effortlessly.
You are just your Self.
It is a state of emptiness.
It is there when you leave your luggage outside.
Luggage means who you think you are and
who you want to be.
Then it simply awakens in you because there is a space now for the beautiful One,

the presence of the Holy Father, the Holy Mother, the Holy Spirit, the One Supreme consciousness.
Surrender.
Be empty of ‘you’.
And It shines in that space – timelessly.

~ Mooji

Posted by: Stephen Paul | March 31, 2015

We are literally stardust

'“The atoms of our bodies are traceable to stars that manufactured them in their cores and exploded these enriched ingredients across our galaxy, billions of years ago. For this reason, we are biologically connected to every other living thing in the world. We are chemically connected to all molecules on Earth. And we are atomically connected to all atoms in the universe. We are not figuratively, but literally stardust.”<br />
-Neil deGrasse Tyson'

“The atoms of our bodies are traceable to stars that manufactured them in their cores and exploded these enriched ingredients across our galaxy, billions of years ago. For this reason, we are biologically connected to every other living thing in the world. We are chemically connected to all molecules on Earth. And we are atomically connected to all atoms in the universe. We are not figuratively, but literally stardust.”


-Neil deGrasse Tyson

Posted by: Stephen Paul | March 29, 2015

How can I allow myself to be empty and still?

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How can I be here now

without apprehension,

fear or self doubt?

 

How can I be with others

without concern for their

acceptance or approval?

 

How can I sit quietly

without desiring something else

or wishing I were somewhere else?

 

How can I exist as I am

without striving for more

or defending against loss?

 

How can I be here now

without everything

I ever thought mattered?

 

How can I allow

myself to become

so empty and still?

Posted by: Stephen Paul | March 24, 2015

Just be!

'Just Be!  We can easily think - "just being" - when what is asked of us is to relax and open to the felt sense of "BE-ING"....just this, one with all that is!'

Posted by: Stephen Paul | March 19, 2015

Loss of meaning

Posted January 7, 2015 at https://www.ramdass.org/loss-meaning/

The attainment of enlightenment from ego’s point of view is extreme death, the death of self, the death of me and mine, the death of the watcher. It is the ultimate and final disappointment.

– Chogyam Trungpa from The Myth of Freedom

Very often people report to me that meditation has brought an emptiness into their life. Everything seems meaningless. It takes great faith to ride through such heavy periods of spiritual transformation.

I recall the near anger I had towards spirituality as I saw my favorite rushes fall away. Things I had previously gotten great thrills from became empty. For example, many years back one of my aesthetic highs was to visit Tanglewood, the music festival where the Boston Symphony played. I recall in particular a beautiful evening when I lay under the elm trees on a blanket with wine and cheese and listened to the symphony in the outdoor shell play Berlioz’ Requiem. I was in ecstasy.

A few years ago, some twenty years later, I was passing by Tanglewood and remembered that moment. I decided to drop by to attend an evening concert. Much to my delight, I found they were to play the Berlioz’ Requiem that evening. I immediately got some wine and cheese, took a blanket, and arrived very early so I would have a choice elm to lie under. The evening was beautiful, soft and warm. The music began to play.

Much as I tried, I could not recapture the ecstasy. The experience was incredibly beautiful, delightful and enjoyable. But it wasn’t as I remembered it. I had to realize that my memory of that moment was so high because by comparison the rest of my life was much lower. But now things had changed and each moment of every day had started to have a quality of  newness and radiance and intensity. The driving to the concert, the buying of the wine, the lying under the elm were equally as high as the concert. Instead of peaks and valleys, I had a plateau.

Meditation brings this change. Each moment starts to have a richness or thickness of its own. Fewer moments are special as more of them become richer. This lessens the rushes, the highs and lows. As they disappear we sometimes feel a sadness and depression, a sense of having lost the richness of the romance of life. Indeed, an awakened being is not romantic, for nothing is special anymore. Every moment is all of it. No romance. Just the coming and the going. Coming and going.

In a way it is sad to see one’s story line turn into empty form. The dark night of the soul is when you have lost the flavor of life but have not yet gained the fullness of divinity. So it is that we must weather that dark time, the period of transformation when what is familiar has been taken away and the new richness is not yet ours.

– Ram Dass

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