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yes, we can talk (by mark nepo)

 

 

Having loved enough and lost enough,
I am no longer searching,
just opening.

No longer trying to make sense of pain,
but trying to be a soft and sturdy home
in which real things can land.

These are the irritations that rub into a pearl

So we can talk awhile
but then we must listen,
the way rocks listen tot he sea

And we can churn at all that goes wrong
but then we must lay all distractions down,
and water every living seed.

And yes, on nights like tonight
I too feel alone, but seldom do I
face it squarely enough
to see that it is a door
into the endless breath
that has no breather
into the surf that human shells
call god.

By Mark Nepo

 


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a place in the heart (by lorin roche)

 

 

A place in the heart

The One Who is at Play Everywhere said:
There is a place in the heart where everything meets.
Go there if you want to find me.
Mind, senses, soul, eternity, all are there.
Are you there?

Enter the welcoming vastness of the heart.
Give yourself to it with total abandon.
Quiet ecstasy is there –
and a steady, regal sense of resting in a perfect spot.

Once you know the way
the nature of attention will call you
to return, again and again,
and be saturated with knowing,
“I belong here, I am at home here.”

Answer that call!

by Lorin Roche
in The Radiance Sutras,
Renderings of the Vijnana Bhairava Tantra

(Heart-shaped flash mob meditation photo by Carter Brooks)


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the sounds of string instruments

 

 

Listen with total attention
to the sounds of string instruments.
When performed with grace,
each note appears to rise out of eternity
and disappear back into it.

When the music ends,
stay with the echo of the last note
resonating inside you,
and as the echo fades away into silence
go with it.

by Lorin Roche
in The Radiance Sutras,
Renderings of the Vijnana Bhairava Tantra


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enough (by david whyte)

Enough. These few words are enough.
If not these words, this breath.
If not this breath, this sitting here.

This opening to the life
we have refused
again and again
until now.
Until now

By David Whyte,
In Where Many Rivers Meet


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a flash of pure joy

 

 

The one who is intimate to all being said:

Beloved, your questions require the answers
that come from direct living experience.

The way of experience begins with a breath
such as the breath you are breathing now.
Awakening into the luminous reality
may dawn in the momentary throb
between any two breaths.

The breath flows in and just as it turns to flow out,
there is a flash of pure joy –
life is renewed.
Awaken into that.

As the breath is released and flows out,
there is a pause before it returns.
In that pause, you are empty.
Enter that emptiness as the source of all life.

by Lorin Roche
in The Radiance Sutras,
Renderings of the Vijnana Bhairava Tantra
(Photo by Linda Hannum)


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sensual embrace

 

 

Embrace each of your senses in turn,
Seeing as being touched by light.
Hearing as immersion in an ocean of sound.
Tasting as enlightening.
Smelling as knowing.
Touching as electrifying.

Then leave all these behind,
and become intimate with the unknowable.

By Lorin Roche
in The Radiance Sutras
Renderings of the Vijnana Bhairava Tantra


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Rumi

 

 

Rumi
the first whirling saint of poetry
spinning like a galaxy
weaving constellations of words
like blazing stars,
numinous moons,
planets with gardens blossoming
and oceans floating in space.

Rumi
the first whirling saint of poetry
traversing the geography
of divine desire with longing
stronger than the undertow of history.

This presence is
mysterious, like the silhouette of music,
the circumference of a dream.

When Rumi met Shams
the clouds couldn’t keep quiet
they cried at the question
that knocked Rumi down
they floated more slowly,
hoping to hear whispers
from their mystical conversations.

Rumi
sending words like flaming arrows
to penetrate hearts
cold as that December night
when Shams was called
to the back door
never to be seen again.

Rumi
bathed in sacred graces
Rumi
bathed in sacred graces
like the wind that fills the flute
with notes of longing.

I saw Rumi
spinning verses
in the early morning hours,
one arm wrapped around the pillar,
his free hand tracing
outlines of angels in the air
songs with the power
to intoxicate prophets
longing for the Beloved
whose absence fills the world
invisible odes
built of breath
like God could kiss your lips
and transmit words that ride on waves
of how it feels when you’re together.

By Drew Dellinger
in Love Letter to the Milky way

 


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let the heart be itself

 

 

Abandon this attitude
Of wanting to prolong pleasure
And avoid suffering
Let the heart be itself, and feel
Whatever is there.

Freed from clinging and avoiding,
The heart regains its poise
And revels in creation.

Plunging deep into its center,
Discover that the heart is moved
By a pulse that is everywhere.

by Lorin Roche
in The Radiance Sutras,
Renderings of the Vijnana Bhairava Tantra


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yes, we can talk (by mark nepo)

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a place in the heart (by lorin roche)

    A place in the heart The One Who is at Play Everywhere said: There is a...
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the sounds of string instruments

    Listen with total attention to the sounds of string instruments. When...
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enough (by david whyte)

Enough. These few words are enough. If not these words, this breath. If not this breath,...
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a flash of pure joy

    The one who is intimate to all being said: Beloved, your questions require...
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sensual embrace

    Embrace each of your senses in turn, Seeing as being touched by...
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Rumi

    Rumi the first whirling saint of poetry spinning like a galaxy weaving...
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let the heart be itself

    Abandon this attitude Of wanting to prolong pleasure And avoid...
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