If I should seek to know the thought-free state
all I need do is gaze into your eyes
every being who ever was, is, or will be
gazes back; I am gazing back, even though
I am not a being, not a thought, not conceivable
or perceivable, not even a secret godly whisper
shimmering in the stillness, nor anything
I thought I was, you were, we are.
I cannot see myself except through you,
you who live to share this same silent vision,
this eternal gaze expanding, always becoming
more than sight, more than any kind of knowing —
a fluid wordless epiphany emerging from nowhere,
the same place we inhabit now in our loving, this
exquisite loving without location or circumference,
and even though we never move, yet forever we are
circling in lazy liquid orbits around each other,
never once allowing our gaze to falter,
never even blinking
– Bob O’Hearn
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Source: Bob’s blog feeling into infinity
Image: Particle tracks on film from the Fermilab Bubble Chamber, sourced from the wondrous sagan*sense blog
Dorothy Hunt’s splendid poem (which, imho, is as perfect and pithy a teaching as you will find), and the magnificent enso have been reblogged from the Science and Nonduality website.
Continuous awakening belongs to only
THIS! that is already continuously awake.
It will never belong to anything
that conceives of itself as separate.
No thought can touch it
No concept can describe it
No practices can produce it
No belief can create it
And memory cannot sustain it.
Whatever you can gain, you can lose.
You are not an experience that comes and goes.
The mind that lives in time can neither
experience the timeless, nor hold on to Spirit.
THIS is not an identity to attain.
Its revelation comes in the shedding of identities.
Whatever you may realize, avoid hiding in
a new identity, no matter what words your mind may use.
THIS cannot be limited; all concepts are only pointers.
Stop fixing a self that you are not.
Stop pretending to be what you are not.
Stop, simply STOP.
Notice what silently remains.
THIS is here before seeking
THIS is here before awakening
THIS is here after awakening
THIS is here without words
THIS is here with words.
Only THIS that is awake, aware,
pure, naked, unstained, indivisible,
and perfectly Whole
– Dorothy Hunt
The Teacher was asked repeatedly,
‘What is it to live in Awareness?’
Finally, reluctantly she spoke,
For she observed,
Few were willing
To relinquish their cherishing
Of the conditions for suffering.
With a sigh she began.
“Project not Outwardly
Contract not Inwardly
Hold onto nothing
How will we speak to others? One asked.
“Back not your opinions,
Let silence move your heart to speak.”
What will I do with my life? Enquired another.
“Rely not on this character,
Trust the vast nobody lying behind you.”
Must my uniqueness die? Asked the cook.
“Be entertained by your ideas,
Let stillness light your way.”
She asked for tea and remained silent for another whole year.
(Excerpt from Bhutan, 2216….)
– Kieran Patrick Riordan
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Did you see the 2 black holes colliding? Spiralling inward and merging a billion years ago?
Did you hear the sound of the two becoming one?
If you haven’t heard it – listen here
For just the sound and the collision, drag the slider to 2:58
The shock wave was minuscule but measurable. Here, some flecks of the universe danced their way backward into the source. And we saw/heard it!
There was an audible chirp.
(Well, it’s been happening all the “time”, but we caught this “one.”)
Usually what we experience is the one becoming two. Every morning we wake up. There is the moment before – the moment before formless being begins to differentiate itself into me and the bedroom, me and my list of today’s projects, or me and whatever. It might happen pretty fast, so we might miss it most mornings but, ultimately, duality gets the upper hand over eternity as the world comes into focus. We separate. We differentiate into seer and seen, witness and witnessed.
Now, consider by turning inward, the two universes – not just black holes, but whole universes – become one: the “Me Universe” (the Seer) AND the “Other Universe” (the Seen) – multiplicity coagulates into the Source.
And now, notice without noticing, it is happening, always, simultaneously, timelessly,
“…entering into the perfect fullness of I-Am,
merging with the everlasting pulsation,
the blissful effulgence of Being,
the play of the One and the many continues
in full knowingness in Her timeless cycle
of emanation and re-absorption.
– Pratyabhijñahrdayam, Verse 20, forthcoming translation
This splendid sharing of the vast view is from Joan Ruvinsky’s latest newsletter. You can sign up to receive it at her website: pathlessyoga.com. Doing so is a beautiful way to stay in touch with Joan, as she isn’t teaching these days due to her illness. Yet her wisdom is finding its way forth through the very circumstances that would appear to be undesirable. Unsptoppable Grace! I treasure the depth of her understanding and compassion: she is one wholly wideawake woman.
Image: Gravitational waves, sourced from ibtimes.co.uk
In reality there is only the source,
dark in itself,
making everything shine.
Unperceived, it causes perception.
Unfelt, it causes feeling.
Unthinkable, it causes thought.
Non-being, it gives birth to being.
It is the immovable background of motion.
Once you are there,
you are at home everywhere.
– Nisargadatta Maharaj
Beloveds, may you never, ever, leave home
no matter how far and wide you travel.
– miriam louisa
The Path of Love is like a bridge of hair across a Chasm of Fire.
The Realization that every act, every word, every thought of ours not only influences our environment but mysteriously forms an integral part of the Universe, fits into it as if by necessity, in the very moment we do or say or think it, is an overwhelming and even shattering experience.
If we only knew deeply, absolutely, that our smallest act, our smallest thought, has such far-reaching effects; setting forces in motion; reaching out to the galaxy; how carefully we would act and speak and think. How precious life would become in its integral oneness.
It is wonderful and frightening. The responsibility is terrifying and fascinating in its depth and completeness, containing as it does the perplexing insecurity of being unique and the profound consolation of forming part of the Eternal Undivided Whole. And we all have the right to, and can achieve, the realization of this wonderful meaning of life: one is quite simply part of it all; a single vision of Wholeness.
Very acute it became after Guruji’s passing away. And I could not reconcile the torment of the heat, the mangy dogs, the filthy children, the sweat, the smells; for they were THAT too …
But it was here, in the stillness of the mountains, that it gradually crystallized; distilled itself from a different dimension into the waking consciousness. And now I must live with the Glory and the Terror of it … It is merciless, inescapable; an intensely virile intoxicating Presence, so utterly joyous, boundless and free. It is blasphemy to attempt to put it into words.
I know that the states of Nearness will increase, will become more permanent; but also the state of separation will become more painful, more lonely, the nearer one comes to Reality.
I know that I go back to a life of fire; for you, dear Guruji, told me what to expect. I know that sometimes my health will fail, and that I shall be burned. But I know also that I can never be alone anymore, for you are with me always. I know that God is Silence, and can be reached only in silence; the Nearness to Thee will remain and give me the strength to go on.
Goodbye days of peace; and days of wrestling with myself. Days of incredible beauty with Nature at its best; days of glorious states of consciousness, wherein the divine heart within myself was the Divine Heart within the cosmos. When I knew the meaning of Oneness because I lived it. You did not deceive me, Guruji. You pointed out the Way, and now the Way has taken hold of me … fully … irrevocably.
These are the final paragraphs in Irina Tweedie’s book The Chasm of Fire
They are part of a letter written to her beloved teacher, who had passed away some months before, from her retreat in the Himalayas.
The Chasm of Fire is an extraordinary account of her experience of liberation through the teachings of this Sufi master, in India. It is written in journal form, as instructed by the teacher.
It is an account of the slow grinding down of personality
– a painful process for Man cannot remake himself without suffering.
I had hoped to get instruction in yoga…
but found myself forced to face the darkness within myself…
I was beaten down in every sense till I had come to terms with that in me
which I’d been rejecting all my life.
For an excellent in-depth review of this book see: The Culturium: Irina Tweedie, The Daughter of Fire
Image: The Himalayan Range from Kausani, Uttarakhand, India.