Are you a fish
drilling in the mud
for water?
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Are you a fish?
December 27, 2011What Is Your Have-To? Philip Knight’s Graphic Version.
August 18, 2011Philip Knight produced the following graphic:
Awareness, by Colin Drake
June 4, 2011Awareness
by Colin Drake
Awareness is forever here,
In which mind and sensations appear.
Its presence is fundamental,
Absolute not incremental.
Choiceless, requiring no effort,
The seer of all that’s thought.
All that our senses detect,
On this conscious ‘screen’ are decked.
Completely still without a sound,
Of every experience the ‘ground’.
Perfectly peaceful under no duress,
Ever silent and utterly motionless.
Omnipresent, of consciousness the ocean.
Manifestation is This in motion.
All ‘things’ are forms of energy,
Arising from Its tranquility.
Omniscient, for in It every thing exists,
Of which not one is ever ‘missed’.
Conscious and still, ever aware
Of movements which It can compare …
Omnipotent, back into which all things subside,
Stillness is the terminus of every ‘ride’.
No thing can possibly affect It,
For they all appear, exist and exit.
Pure, for It manifestation cannot stain.
Pristine, for degradation It cannot feign.
Radiant, for by Its wondrous light,
The world appears to our mind’s sight.
~ ~ ~
Read excerpts from the e-books of Colin Drake:
http://nonduality.com/colindrake.htm
Nonduality Street Interview: Connie Shaw (Sentient Publications)
May 20, 2011Featured is an interview with Connie Shaw, founder and publisher of Sentient Publications.
We talk about her book (co-written with Ike Allen) The Tao of Walt Whitman, the poetry scene, insights and trends regarding the publishing business, how to get published, and what kind of books she’s always looking for. Connie talks about spiritual influences going back to childhood and through the Sixties.
To be honest, I edited this interview a little too tightly, that is to say, I didn’t leave enough room for a breath or two. That means the interview buzzes along, but a little too quickly. It’s still a fascinating and valuable interview. Just listen carefully. Thank you.
Download link:
http://nonduality.com/nondualitystreet_connieshaw.mp3
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Neo-Bhakti Irish Poetry by Gabriel Rosenstock
April 15, 2010
Dar Óma
what speeded them on their way?
what distances did they travel?
the sky was full of falling stars …
You draw down too much light -
soon the heavens will all be bare
2
Dar Óma
yesterday
I went looking
for You
and found You
everywhere
particularly
in the flight of swallows
innumerable
in the darkening air
it seemed they wished
to fan the dying sun
to flame
3
Dar Óma
look at this full fruit
falling for You every time
unconsciously
this tree
its limbs Yours
oozing sap
its roots
its perfume Yours
lichen clings to bark
hold me
deep deep down You are always there
awaiting my blossoming in You
kirtana of singing leaves
4
Dar Óma
holding Your image before me
on a screen
increasing percentages
until You disintegrate
like some forgotten galaxy
calling You back again
a retrieval
a respite from senseless oblivion
I know that stars are born
only to die
we see the light
of heavenly bodies
long since gone
this also I know:
Your light shines in me
the universe holds no terror
25
Dar Óma
snake unwinding
from a lightning-blasted tree
I’ve spotted You
why should I flee?
I am already deep in Your eyes
come
take all of me
mercifully
let me assist You
here’s my head firmly in Your jaws
do not use Your fangs
to stun me
let me live
this death in You now
inch by slow inch
35
Dar Óma
I can never forget the yellowhammers
I saw as a child
tiny chicks nesting in a stone wall
such clamour from their throats
such hunger
nearby was a dark Protestant church
it was taboo to enter
God manifested that day in yellow
the colour I see You in now
dust of buttercups
primrose glance
You are the yellowhammer
ensconced in a mossy stone wall
we see each other
from different worlds
for the first time
41
Dar Óma
I went to my excellent physician
author of Addiction Replacement Therapy
he put me on heroin
and monitored my progress steadily
I nodded, sagely
he put me on LSD
the doctor is perplexed
the universe perplexed
~ ~ ~
These have been selections from Uttering Her Name, by Gabriel Rosenstock. There are over a hundred more poems in the book.
Uttering Her Name consists of spontaneous, ecstatic utterances in what the author calls a neo-bhakti style, that is to say a modern slant on those poems of intense devotion which are still read and sung in India today.
Gabriel is considered the greatest living Irish lyric poet.
For more information about Uttering Her Name, please visit
Rafael Stoneman: Poems
April 13, 2010Poetry by Rafael Stoneman
Singing Tears
the damn has been bursting all along
singing tears of the mountain’s song
the puppet breaks free from its strings
the caterpillar soars with new wings
dreamers shall awaken beyond time
in love with a human heart so divine
the actor surrenders the final mask
in Your light all life comes to bask
a fruit suddenly drops from its tree
such sweetness like honey is to be
She Wanders the Night
I want to break every window in your mind’s house.
And drag down each floor.
You’ve constructed a tower of cards
from a false blueprint.
Instead of building your foundation on Her,
you’ve framed a shadow on stud-less walls.
Nature will shatter your backwards design
and set fire to your five star prison.
A book of poems in your library
may bring you some praise
but no relief.
A new lover may uncoil your kundalini
but not deliver peace.
That simple monk has more in her begging bowl
then your perfumed soul.
She wanders the night like a homeless star.
You with your robes and a closet full of make believe
will bow at her feet and cleanse with tears all pride.
She will teach you how to create a new home
with free hands on a mountain of pure gold.
You will know that She is within you
as you plant flowers at your own grave.
And water seeds in Her eternal womb.
Have you?
Who died and left you ruler of the Universe?
If you see something you don’t agree with, is it because you are not seeing all of yourself?
Or is it because it is your job to preach and lecture your truth to the world you imagine
is outside of you?
What is this complacent lack of compassion that human beings move in?
The heart has no borders and casts no stones.
We can learn perhaps the most from the person with Terretz, who blurts out obscenities.
When we feel offended, it is a great opportunity to go deeper beyond
the maze of maya mind.
Truly I am grateful for all who bring a feeling of offense into my space.
For it lets me know if I am divided or whole.
I am your offended reaction and the space that it dissolves into.
I have freed myself from preference on every level.
Have you?
~ ~ ~
You can find Rafael Stoneman on Facebook
Lao Tzu Re-Visited
February 19, 2010Those who know, do not say. Those who say, do not know.
Those who know do not say, “Those who say, do not know.”
Those who know “do not” say [that] those who say “do not,” know.
“Those, who know, do not,” say those who say. Do not. Know.
“Those, who know, do not,” say those who say. Do. Not know.
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Wonder
December 24, 2009Freshness x Surprise = Wonder
Open Mind x Attention = Wonder
Open Heart x Breath = Wonder
Everything = Wonder
