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Monks and scholars should
Well analyze my words,
Like gold to be tested through
melting, cutting and polishing,
And only then adopt them, but not
for the sake of showing me respect.
Sakyamuni Buddha
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WHERE EVERYTHING IS MUSIC
Don't worry about saving these songs!
And if one of our instruments breaks,
it doesn't matter.
We have fallen into the place
where everything is music.
The strumming and the flute notes
rise into the atmosphere,
and even if the whole world's harp
should burn up, there will still be
hidden instruments playing.
So the candle flickers and goes out.
We have a piece of flint, and a spark.
This singing art is sea foam.
The graceful movements come from a pearl
somewhere on the ocean floor.
Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge
of driftwood along the beach, wanting!
They derive
from a slow and powerful root
that we can't see.
Stop the words now.
Open the window in the center of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out.
-- Rumi
from "The Essential Rumi", published by Harper Collins
WEAN YOURSELF
Little by little, wean yourself.
This is the gist of what I have to say.
From an embryo, whose nourishment comes in the blood,
move to an infant drinking milk,
to a child on solid food,
to a searcher after wisdom,
to a hunter of more invisible game.
Think how it is to have a conversation with an embryo.
You might say 'The world outside is vast and intricate.
There are wheatfields and mountain passes,
and orchards in bloom.
At night there are millions of galaxies, and in sunlight
the beauty of friends dancing at a wedding'
You ask the embryo why he, or she, stays cooped up
in the dark with eyes closed.
Listen to the answer.
There is no 'other world'
I only know what I have experienced.
You must be hallucinating.
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WHO MAKES THESE CHANGES ?
Who makes these changes ?
I shoot an arrow right.
It lands left.
I ride after a deer and find myself
Chased by a hog.
I plot to get what I want
And end up in prison.
I dig pits to trap others
And fall in.
I should be suspicious
Of what I want.
from The Essential Rumi translated by Colemna Barks
with John Moyne
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Tibetan Medicine Class - 1984 - Bob Thurman's in Amhurst
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“All companions are given both eyes and ears, But each man differs in his quickness of mind. There are some who are like deep refreshing lakes, and yet others like shallow pools of water.” Rig-Veda
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"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one." Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)
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"When Men of the Word, companions, worship, in their hearts refining flashes of insight, then some become fully conscious of knowledge, while others go their way mouthing empty words." Rig-Veda
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