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Truth and Beauty

November 16th, 2010 Pete No comments

Our apparently objective experience consists of thoughts, sensations and perceptions — that is, the mind, body and world.

When Awareness ‘takes the shape’ of thinking, it seems to become a thought. When it ‘takes the shape’ of sensing, it seems to become a body and when it ‘takes the shape’ of perceiving, it seems to become an object, other or world.

When thinking comes to an end, the apparently objective part of it (the thought part) disappears but its substance, Awareness, remains. In that timeless moment (timeless because the mind is not present) Awareness tastes itself as it is, unmediated through the apparent objectivity of thought. This experience is known as Understanding.

When sensing comes to an end, the apparently objective part of it (the sensation or body part) disappears but its substance, Awareness, remains, knowing itself as Love or Happiness. And when perceiving comes to an end, the object, other or world disappears but their substance, Awareness, remains, knowing itself as it is, unveiled by the appearance of objects. That is the experience known as Beauty.

In other words, Understanding, Love, Happiness and Beauty are all different names for one and the same experience, the presence of Awareness, the knowing of our own Being.

The paths through Understanding and Love (the paths of Jnana and Bhakti) are well documented but the path through perceiving is less often mentioned. The path of perceiving or the Way of Beauty is the way of the artist. It’s a path through which it becomes clear, and the means through which it is expressed, that the substance of all perceptions is made out of Awareness.

Although all seeming objects are made out of Awareness, it is not, at a relative level, the function of all objects to reveal this. For instance, the purpose of a kettle is to boil water, not to reveal the true nature of experience.

However, there is one category of objects, which are made specifically with the intention of revealing the true nature of experience and such an object is what we call a work of art. The function of a work of art is not simply to point towards, but actually to reveal the true nature of experience. As Cezanne said, to ‘give us a taste of Eternity.’

Like the words of the teaching, such objects come pregnant with their origin, the silence and love from which they originate and, as such, are tremendously powerful. So, Beauty is the experience through which we come to know and feel that all seeming things are made out of That which knows them.

Keats was right. ‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty.’ The experience of Truth and Beauty are one and the same experience. ‘That is all ye know on earth.’ The mind (which is the expression of Truth) and the world (which is the expression of Beauty) are one. That is, the apparent ‘knower’ and the apparently ‘known’ are one.

Whether we recognize it or not, this is always our experience. It is, as Keats says, ‘all ye know on earth’ — the knowing of our own Being in and as all seeming things. ‘…and all ye need to know.’ Yes, this knowledge alone, if deeply considered and made one’s own and subsequently applied to all circumstances, is all that is required to lead a sane, happy and loving life. Keats was rather more economical with his words than I am!

The great artists of the past, of whom Keats was one, were perhaps the vehicles through which this knowledge was communicated most powerfully in our culture but it is not their provenance alone.

This experiential knowledge of the true nature of experience is, in fact, known by all but sometimes seemingly forgotten. However, it is never far from the surface and even in popular culture — music, fashion etc. — we see this same longing for Love, Beauty and Happiness, all of which are simply variations of our longing to return to the true nature of our most intimate being.

When this Love, Beauty and Happiness is seemingly veiled by the appearance of the ‘I’ entity, it cries out all the more loudly. All around us in our culture we hear these ‘love cries’ all desperately searching in the wrong place for what lies at their heart.

~ To read the complete interview: >>>Click Here

~ by Rupert Spira

Categories: Our World, Poetry, Truth

Outpouring

November 8th, 2010 Pete No comments

And so
there is only One
all else is illusion
construction in mind
there is nothing happening here
there is only
One Being Awareness

stillness silence perfection
and in the stillness
a breathing perhaps
as if
there is only One
breathing

and all this is that breathing
all this is That
we are That
we are that One
yet not -
not even we are One
because there is no we
only One

I Am That
And That is All

and That is the Brilliance
which all this is -
life death love anguish
compassion understanding healing
light

the Brilliance within
where the Heart opens and there is
Nothing
no self no one
only aching beauty
and overwhelming gratitude

Outpouring

~ To hear the complete poem by the ‘david carse‘ thing, from the book: Perfect Brilliant Stillness, read by the ‘terence stamp’ thing: >>>

href="http://vimeo.com/14902122">Click Here.

Categories: Non-duality, Poetry

They Ask Me

November 1st, 2010 Pete No comments

They ask me, “How can man and God be one?
It makes no sense; it can’t be understood.”
I answer, “He is all, and all are He!
No other exists but Him; so who are you?”

Becoming one with God is just the realization
Of what is and has always been true.
The self you think you are is only a mirage;
The Self you’ve always been is that eternal One.
We go about in our illusory shells,
Identifying with the dance of atoms,
A mere framework of form and ideas.
But only when He opens wide our inner eye
Is it revealed that we are Him and He is us.

This truth is not so easily perceived;
It’s hidden by the power He wields.
And even when it’s once revealed,
It’s hard to hold; it slips away.
We pray, we concentrate our minds on Him,
And search our inner sky for that all-revealing Sun.
We shut out all distracting thoughts,
And open up our souls to Him.
Yet rarely does the clear light dawn
That shows our own eternal face.

More often we rely on thoughts inspired
That come to us as wisdom from on high.
Our prayers, our yearning hearts, uplift us
To that place where thought runs pure and clear;
And in this way we come to know His presence deep within.
But those who’ve gained His favor know a higher vision still;
His Grace reveals the truth of truths:
The Self of all is “I”!

They ask me, “How can man and God be one?”
I ask them, “In the Unity that is His all-inclusive Self,
How can you imagine there are two?
If nothing else exists but God,
Then who, on earth, are you?

~ by Swami Abhayananda Songs in Praise of God
(Again, apologies for the obvious lack of gender-neutrality in this ’song’ written decades ago. Ed.)

Categories: Non-duality, Poetry, Seeing

From the Dust

October 14th, 2010 Pete No comments

At this time of year, in Australia, the bottlebrush trees (Callistemon) along our driveway are covered with crimson blooms and attract a host of happy birds that feast on the nectar and seeds. For most of the year, these trees are rather austere in their grey-green foliage, but come October, they break out in this rich red splendour and I find the transformation quite uplifting and inspiring.

The recent reappearance of these masses of rich, red blossoms has reminded me again of the poignant and exquisite verses that make up George Matheson’s hymn, ‘O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go

Matheson said about this hymn: “My hymn was composed in the manse of Innelan [Argyleshire, Scotland] on the evening of the 6th of June, 1882, when I was 40 years of age. I was alone in the manse at that time. It was the night of my sister’s marriage, and the rest of the family were staying overnight in Glasgow. Something happened to me, which was known only to myself, and which caused me the most severe mental suffering. The hymn was the fruit of that suffering.

It was the quickest bit of work I ever did in my life. I had the impression of having it dictated to me by some inward voice rather than of working it out myself. I’m quite sure that the whole work was completed in five minutes, and equally sure that it never received at my hands any retouching or correction. I have no natural gift of rhythm. All the other verses I have ever written are manufactured articles; this came like a day­spring from on high.”

In the early years, my attention was all on the fleeting ‘waves’ but now at last I’ve come home, so to speak, in or as the ocean depths of God. And how I clung to my ‘flickering torch’ until, loved, chastened and finally illumined by that infinite forebearing Light, all was surrendered — I lay in dust ‘my’ life’s glory dead, as Matheson put it, and from the ground (of being) there blossomed that ‘eternal’ life that has neither beginning nor end.

Here are the words again, and I hope they will encourage your heart in new ways as they have done for me.

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

Categories: Personal, Poetry, Seeing

The Never Seen

September 1st, 2010 Pete No comments

The Journey is but letting go,
Arriving at the One we know
We are, the One we’ve always been,
The One I AM, the never seen,
The Light.

Categories: Poetry, Seeing, Truth

Stand By Me

August 30th, 2010 Pete No comments

Most will agree, this haunting song by John Lennon has many levels of symbolic meaning — spiritual and otherwise. For your enjoyment and inspiration, here’s a video of street singers from around the world being recorded, overlayed and mixed with one another while singing the song “Stand By Me”. It’s a marvel to listen to and watch. They all deserve to be heard. The finished product is tremendous! So turn up the speaker volume and >>>Click Here.

~ Sent in by Linley Anderson – thanks Linley.

Categories: Our World, Poetry

Beneath the Surface

August 17th, 2010 Pete No comments

If we have learned
Our lessons from life’s
Losses and failures, and
All that makes it worthwhile…

If we have learned
From our journey
And found the new fullness
Of our human-hood,
We begin to see
The patterns beneath
The surface of things.

Everywhere there is
Something that is lasting…
That doesn’t change
In the center of all
The changes made…
All along the journey
To what we are,
Where we are
In this moment.

Deep and untouchable
Divine patterning
Like arrows
Pointing always to
Something undefined by mind,
Something still
but in motion,
Not old or new.

Gathering both together
Seamlessly being
What has always been
In the unabashed
Nakedness of reality,
Just here, just this,
Unadorned.

~ by Alice Gardner

Categories: Awakening, Poetry

Silent Heart

August 2nd, 2010 Pete No comments

If I could say it, I would, but how can I begin,
when there is no beginning.
How can I speak of what words can but hint
at the shadow of,
without losing the perfection of it.

I know not whether to laugh or cry.
I know not how to begin to see it as totally
as I know it was,
as it IS.

Let go, for it is still here,
absolute grace, purity of motive,
the opening of a flower that in a moment feared
the coming of Dawn.

Never could the rightness of it be judged
or spoken of, for who can know the blessing
but those graced by the touch of its tender hand,
soothed in the light of its warming smile,
forgiven in the shine of its gracious eye,
bathed in the Peace of its gentle Presence.

As a lily will rise out of the mire,
so out of the darkness of doubt opened the perfection
of the Flower of Light.

I feel the need somehow to say “Thank You!”
but how and to whom?
I gave myself to “You,” knowing the safety of Your “Arms,”
not realizing at first who the “You” was.
When You raised me up I knew who You were,
appearing as my experience in this way,
Thy Love flowing into and as
the moment of
Oneness.

Speechless am I in the face of that moment,
which still IS.
How beautiful the glow; how radiant the Light;
how soothing the smile; how loving the touch of that
Silent Heart.

~ From: The Day of Awakening, by Tony Titshall

Categories: Awakening, Poetry

The Two in One

May 10th, 2010 Pete No comments

Look, the Source is one and all that is;
But It has imaged forth a second, this cosmic array.
Eternally the one great Mind exists alone;
Its universal picture-show comes and goes,
An image on the screen of time.

Eternally, even as the stars play out their birth and death,
The One is undiminished, undivided, undismayed.
For, since the universal drama exists within the one great Mind,
There is no separation, no duality at all.

And yet, while we live and dance in time and space,
We inhabit an imaginary bubble of non-eternity,
Of transient bodies and volitional activities,
A secondary world, unreal.

Once freed of duality’s deception,
We realize we’ve never left eternity’s bliss.
We’re one eternal Self, unbound, unsnared forever,
Complete in the completion of the boundless One,
A “we”, an “I” that stands triumphantly free, beyond imagined time.

~ Swami Abhayananda

Categories: Non-duality, Poetry, Seeing, Truth

Turning Around

April 27th, 2010 Pete No comments

We were born into Life; we die into Life.
One day Life tapped me on the shoulder and said,
“Why are you running away from me?”
And I said, “You’re just too boring, too ordinary”,
So I ran to my family and there was Life,
I ran to my business and I met Life,
I ran to my garden and I found Life,
I ran to Shiva (Buddha, Jesus, whoever.) and there stood Life.

Then one day Life tapped me on the shoulder again,
And I turned round and looked into life’s face,
And saw my own,
And then life laughed and said,
“You were me all along”.

~ by Vic Forte

Categories: Awakening, Poetry