Thursday, May 8, 2025

Speak Wisely

 


Shankara

 


Ribhu Gita:

  Like bubbles arising on the waters of the ocean, gods and men and beasts of the phenomenal world arose, and will arise again and again, on the waters of the mass of solid Bliss (ghana ananda) in the Consort of Uma (Siva). There is no worldly misery for those who, through their experience, perceive all this arising out of the waves of delusion clearly as myself.

Because of delusion, people do not realize Hara to be known as the cause of every little thing and as the cause of every being and also as the boundless cause of even greater dissolution. When the presence of the Consort of Uma (Siva) shines in the reflecting pool of the recesses of the space of the heart, like the revered of birds (garuda), the destruction of the serpent of mundane misery results.



What some people will do...

 Aghori monks live near cremation sites in India, drinking from skulls, consuming human flesh, and mediating on top of corpses to seek liberation from the cycle of reincarnation.



Henry Miller, Sexus

 Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, to discover what is already there.



Hafez

 


Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

 We're both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We're connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me.



Sogyal Rinpoche

 We believe in a personal, unique, and separate identity; but if we dare to examine it, we find that this identity depends entirely on an endless collection of things to prop it up: our name, our "biography", our partners, family, home, job, friends, credit... [sic] It is on their fragile and transient support that we rely for our security...

Without our familiar props, we are faced with just ourselves, a person we do not know, an unnerving stranger with whom we have been living all the time but we never really wanted to meet. Isn't that why we have tried to fill every moment of time with noise and activity, however boring or trivial, to ensure that we are never left in silence with this stranger on our own?




~Rumi

 Oh soul. You worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are, in truth, the soul of the soul of the soul.



Nisargadatta Maharaj

 As the sun brings life to the world, so does the pearl of awareness awaken the dreamed world. It works miracles without any effort on your part.