The Chalice of Wisdom - Part 1

mudra wrote:

"Whatever you think the world is withholding from you, you are withholding from the world."

"Whatever you think people are withholding from you--praise, appreciation, assistance, loving care, and so on--give it to them."

"You cannot receive what you don't give. Outflow determines inflow."

Eckhart Tolle


Love Always
mudra

Thanks, Mudra. I am at Home.
In Love,
Bushycat

"Your personal, intimate, inner place
of stillness, is actually the same emptiness that exists in the atom
and between the stars. It is the birthplace of you, me, our friends,
the planet, the sun, our galaxy and Everything. You realize that
it has a center (which is the emptiness and stillness that we've
been discussing) that is EVERYWHERE ... and a circumference which
is nowhere.

From this, you grow into the understanding that the center of stillness
that is inside yourself, is the same center that is inside me. It
is a center of stillness that is common to everyone.

Now, imagine if you will, that the universe is expressed as individuated
beings that are spread throughout its vastness, so that each being
can report what it is seeing, feeling, and thinking from the segment
of the universe that it is exploring. But all these beings, no matter
where they are, they share a common center. And that center is also
common to, and originates from, First Source.
Hence, the quiet center
inside yourself is the same in everyone else, and tunnels all the
way back to First Source. We are connected, through and through."

http://www.soulconnection.net/quiet_center_of_stillness.html

Thank you Truth .. dear sister in the soul .
We are One.

Love for You
mudra

"Ask yourself whether the dream of heaven and greatness should be waiting for us in our graves - or whether it should be ours here and now and on this earth." - Ramtha

Love Always
mudra

I am the infinite deep
In whom all the worlds appear to rise.
Beyond all form, forever still.
So am I.

-Ashtavakra Gita


BC

When you demand nothing of the world, nor of God, when you want nothing, seek nothing, expect nothing, then the supreme state will come to you uninvited and unexpected.

Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj




Since you alone are responsible for your thoughts, only you can change them. You will want to change them when you realize that each thought creates according to its own nature. Remember that the law works at all times and that you are always demonstrating according to the kind of thoughts you habitually entertain. Therefore, start now to think only those thoughts that will bring you health and happiness.

Paramahansa Yogananda




Our way is to practice one step at a time, one breath at a time, with no gaining idea.

Shunryu Suzuki



Self-nature is always pure, just as the sun and moon are always shining. It is only when they are obscured by clouds that there is brightness above but darkness below and the sun, the moon, and the stars cannot be seen. But when suddenly a gentle mind blows and scatters all clouds and fog, all phenomena are abundantly spread out before us, all appearing together. The purity of people’s nature is comparable to the clear sky, their wisdom comparable to the sun, and sagacity comparable to the moon. Their sagacity and wisdom are always shining. It is only because externally people are attached to spheres of objects that erroneous thoughts, like floating clouds, cover the self-nature so that it is not clear. By taking refuge ourselves is meant to remove evil deeds. This is called taking refuge.

Hui Neng


light for all

pedro

Two Poems
on Enlightenment and Love

The Immortal Friend

part of a poem by Jiddu Krishnamurti in his younger years (1928)
Enlightenment

I sat dreaming in a room of great silence.
The early morning was still and breathless,
The great blue mountains stood against the dark
skies, cold and clear,
Round the dark log house
The black and yellow birds were welcoming the sun.
I sat on the floor, with legs crossed, meditating,
Forgetting the sunlit mountains,
The birds,
The immense silence,
And the golden sun.
I lost the feel of my body,
My limbs were motionless,
Relaxed and at peace.
A great joy of unfathomable depth filled my heart.
Eager and keen was my mind, concentrated.
Lost to the transient world,
I was full of strength.
As the Eastern breeze
That suddenly springs into being
And calms the weary world,
There in front of me
Seated cross-legged,
As the world knows Him
In His yellow robes, simple and magnificent,
Was the Teacher of Teachers.
Looking at me,
Motionless the Mighty Being sat.
I looked and bowed my head.
My body bent forward of itself.
That one look
Showed the progress of the world,
Showed the immense distance between the world
And the greatest of its Teachers.
How little it understood,
And how much He gave.
How joyously He soared,
Escaping from birth and death,
From its tyranny and entangling wheel.
Enlightenment attained,
He gave to the world, as the flower gives
Its scent,
The Truth.
As I looked
At the sacred feet that once trod the happy
Dust of India,
My heart poured forth its devotion,
Limitless and unfathomable,
Without restraint and without effort.

The Immortal Friend
Krishnamurti 1928

Oh! Listen,
I will sing to thee the song of my Beloved.
Where the soft green slopes of the still mountains
Meet the blue shimmering waters of the noisy sea,
Where the bubbling brook shouts in ecstasy,
Where the still pools reflect the calm heavens,
There thou wilt meet with my Beloved.
In the vale where the cloud hangs in loneliness
Searching the mountain for rest,
In the still smoke climbing heavenwards,
In the hamlet toward the setting sun,
In the thin wreaths of the fast disappearing clouds,
There thou wilt meet with my Beloved.
Among the dancing tops of the tall cypress,
Among the gnarled trees of great age,
Among the frightened bushes that cling to the earth,
Among the long creepers that hang lazily,
There thou wilt meet with my Beloved.
In the ploughed fields where noisy birds are feeding,
On the shaded path that winds along the full, motionless river,
Beside the banks where the waters lap,
Amidst the tall poplars that play ceaselessly with the winds,
In the dead tree of last summer's lightning,
There thou wilt meet with my Beloved.
In the still blue skies,
Where heaven and earth meet
In the breathless air,
In the morn burdened with incense,
Among the rich shadows of a noon-day,
Among the long shadows of an evening,
Amidst the gay and radiant clouds of the setting sun,
On the path on the waters at the close of the day,
There thou wilt meet with my Beloved.
In the shadows of the stars,
In the deep tranquility of dark nights,
In the reflection of the moon on still waters,
In the great silence before the dawn,
Among the whispering of waking trees,
In the cry of the bird at morn,
Amidst the wakening of shadows,
Amidst the sunlit tops of the far mountains,
In the sleepy face of the world,
There thou wilt meet with my Beloved.
Keep still, O dancing waters,
And listen to the voice of my Beloved.
In the happy laughter of children
Thou canst hear Him.
The music of the flute
Is His voice.
The startled cry of a lonely bird
Moves thy heart to tears,
For thou hearest His voice.
The roar of the age-old sea
Awakens the memories
That have been lulled to sleep
By His voice.
The soft breeze that stirs
The tree-tops lazily
Brings to thee the sound
Of His voice.
The thunder among the mountains
fills thy soul
With the strength
Of His voice.
In the roar of a vast city,
through the voices of the night, The cry of sorrow,
The shout of joy,
Through the ugliness of anger,
Comes the voice of my Beloved.
In the distant blue isles,
On the soft dewdrop,
On the breaking wave,
On the sheen of waters,
On the wing of the flying bird,
On the tender leaf of the spring,
Thou wilt see the face of my Beloved.
In the sacred temple,
In the halls of dancing,
On the holy face of the sannyasi,
In the lurches of the drunkard,
With the harlot and with the chaste,
Thou wilt meet with my Beloved.
On the fields of flowers,
In the towns of squalor and dirt,
With the pure and the unholy,
In the flower that hides divinity,
There is my well-Beloved.
Oh! the sea
Has entered my heart,
In a day,
I am living an hundred summers.
O, friend,
I behold my face in thee,
The face of my well-Beloved.
This is the song of my love.

J. Krishnamurti

I did'nt notice these edges Truth. I rather enjoy your passionate dance
Welcome .Shine on

Much Love for you dear

Pedro .. I was missing you here .
You are so welcome .
Thank you for being You .


Love for You
mudra

You are so loving. This image describes how I feel about you. Have you noticed that my wings are growing in your presence?

With love my dear friend.
t&i

A life-time is not what's between,
The moments of birth and death.
A life-time is one moment,
Between my two little breaths.
The present, the here, the now,
That's all the life I get,
I live each moment in full,
In kindness, in peace, without regret.

Chade Meng, One Moment

Mudra thank you for your kind words

pedro

Your spiritual amnesia which you have hated for so long
was one of the things that is your greatest glory.
Because you have found your way to here,
even without your memories being intact.

-Wistancia Stone

BC

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All buddhas' compassion and sympathy for sentient* beings are neither for their own sake nor for others. It is just the nature of buddha-dharma. Isn't it apparent that insects and animals nurture their offspring, exhausting themselves with painful labors, yet in the end have no reward when their offspring are grown? In this way the compassion of small creatures for their offspring naturally resembles the thought of all buddhas for sentient beings.

-Dogen

*alive

BC

Do not think that buddhas are other than you.

-Dogen

BC

Long ago a monk asked an old master, "When hundreds, thousands, or myriads of objects come all at once, what should be done?"
The master replied, "Don't try to control them."

-Dogen


BC

What a great echo to my post Bushy
Thank You .



Love from me
mudra

I am a still pond on which you toss a pebble. The ripples are my answer.

In Love,
Bushycat