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Bodhi Tree
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Posted - May 28 2016 : 12:00:15 AM
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Stripped down to its bare bones, The skeleton is still alive.
Dense, ossified tissue is somehow sentient.
And even when life force leaves the body, And the calcified bones turn to dust, Won't they still be somewhat alive, since they are held in the bosom of space and earth?
Who knows?
I only know that rubbing the eyes feels good to the mind Because swells of doubt and worry dissipate with the influx of intelligent particles.
The hunger of emptiness is insatiable Devouring miles of landscape in pursuit of Itself.
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kumar ul islam
United Kingdom
791 Posts |
Posted - May 28 2016 : 10:38:44 AM
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its hands and feet are everywhere ,its eyes ,its heads,and faces are everywhere,its ears are everywhere
it shines through all functions of all the senses and yet it is devoid of senses .it is unattached and yet it sustains all .it is devoid of gunas,and yet it enjoys them
it is without and within all beings .it is unmoving and also moving .it is incomprehensible because it is subtle .it is far away ,and yet is near .
krishna to arjuna dialoge on the field and the knower of the field. |
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sunyata
USA
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Posted - May 28 2016 : 11:18:06 AM
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quote: ts hands and feet are everywhere ,its eyes ,its heads,and faces are everywhere,its ears are everywhere
it shines through all functions of all the senses and yet it is devoid of senses .it is unattached and yet it sustains all .it is devoid of gunas,and yet it enjoys them
it is without and within all beings .it is unmoving and also moving .it is incomprehensible because it is subtle .it is far away ,and yet is near .
krishna to arjuna dialoge on the field and the knower of the field.
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Bodhi Tree
2972 Posts |
Posted - May 28 2016 : 12:49:02 PM
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Excellent, Kumar. Thank you. ![](icon_smile_angry.gif) |
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Bodhi Tree
2972 Posts |
Posted - May 28 2016 : 1:10:53 PM
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I just got a nice reality check. I went to "the foot whisperer" (http://www.footwhisperer.com), and he did some reflexology on my feet. He said I need to slow down, ground, and eat more heavily. He said that I was in a dangerous energetic position, and that my body couldn't handle the amount of ecstasy I was trying to conduct through it. He said my metabolism was super-fast. He emphasized the importance of playing with the density of the body, and being my own detective. I told him about AYP and self-pacing.
Of course, I went to him on an empty stomach, but still, there were obviously signs of overdoing it. The feet reflect the entire body and internal organs, and if you know how to read them, you can tell quite a bit about what's happening in the system. So, after the session, I immediately went and bought a hamburger, and felt better.
I guess that's also why I have backed off Spinal Breathing in the past couple years...to ease up on the energy.
Well, working 40 hours a week, while also going to school for 30 hours a week, is a challenge, but I guess I'm just going to have to eat more and load up the body, which is easy enough.
As much as I want to transcend the body and exert mental will power to become a being made of light, I still have to love the body and let the divine get absorbed into this dense flesh in a smooth manner. All in good time. ![](icon_smile_angry.gif) |
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sunyata
USA
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Posted - May 28 2016 : 8:49:11 PM
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Never heard of foot whisperer. Good to know you got the confirmation of prana overload from a professional.![](icon_smile_big.gif)
The mommy in me is going to say- take your vitamins and meal plan.
You have plenty of time to take off in your light body.![](icon_smile.gif)
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Bodhi Tree
2972 Posts |
Posted - May 28 2016 : 10:30:22 PM
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Thank you for the motherly wisdom. ![](icon_smile_8ball.gif)
Some Whitman to fit the mood:
O baffled, balk'd, bent to the very earth, Oppress'd with myself that I have dared to open my mouth, Aware now that amid all that blab whose echoes recoil upon me, I have not once had the least idea who or what I am, But that before all my arrogant poems the real Me stands yet untouch'd, untold, altogether unreach'd, Withdrawn far, mocking me with mock-congratulatory signs and bows, With peals of distant, ironical laughter at every word I have written, Pointing in silence to these songs, and then to the sand beneath.
I perceive I have not really understood any thing, not a single object, and that no man ever can, Nature here in sight of the sea taking advantage of me to dart upon me and sting me, Because I have dared to open my mouth to sing at all.
And that's golden comfort to me. That is sublimely soothing. Back to the unknowing. ![](icon_smile.gif) |
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lalow33
USA
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Posted - May 28 2016 : 10:50:51 PM
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I kinda get that one. I have no clue what I am.![](icon_smile_8ball.gif) |
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Bodhi Tree
2972 Posts |
Posted - May 29 2016 : 10:10:24 AM
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quote: Originally posted by lalow33
I kinda get that one. I have no clue what I am.![](icon_smile_8ball.gif)
Enlightenment. The peace which passes all understanding. |
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Bodhi Tree
2972 Posts |
Posted - May 29 2016 : 2:52:09 PM
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I'm a waterfall-lightning bolt crashing down and striking upon eroding rocks I'm the soft touch of a mother soothing and caressing her sickly child I'm the quiet space that often goes unnoticed when the traffic of madness wreaks havoc on the highway
I am the perfect order and flow of all moving parts I am the healer and the healed I am Jesus, Buddha, Muhammad, and all the avatars combined
Behind the scenes, yet in front of the camera Learned of knowledge, yet bereft of tyrannical agenda
I grow tired of speaking of who I am, and who I am not I prefer to show you what I can do through the arts and crafts of Being The exhibition/demonstration/festival of humanity compels the soul more than shallow ontological scribbles etched on a page The intimate gestures of flesh merging with flesh prove more about love than monolithic libraries, gathered hypotheses, superimposed speculations
I am a scholar of movement, first and foremost, sprung from the seed vibration, trickling out into the manifest world, biding my time to maximize my time, imitating the masters to forge my own signature on the barren landscape
I must absorb you, as you equally absorb me
Therefore, who I am is only as good as what I do
The law of the jungle substantiates and reinforces the pack, the herd, the whole ecosystem With these words I point to the ultimate story—exposition and denouement included, even if surpassed and simplified I paint a collage of thematic coherence, dabbled from the brushstrokes of a smartphone
And I rest, and recuperate, and rejuvenate the strands of DNA that have sewn my body together, piece by piece. |
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Samadhi
USA
64 Posts |
Posted - May 29 2016 : 5:29:52 PM
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Oh my goodness, Bodhi...![](icon_smile_shy.gif)
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kumar ul islam
United Kingdom
791 Posts |
Posted - May 29 2016 : 6:36:03 PM
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sunyata
USA
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Posted - May 29 2016 : 8:43:48 PM
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Extraordinary .![](icon_smile_8ball.gif) |
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Charliedog
1625 Posts |
Posted - May 30 2016 : 12:15:27 AM
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Bodhi Tree
2972 Posts |
Posted - Jun 02 2016 : 11:06:48 PM
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Samadhi Kumar Sunyata Charliedog ![](icon_smile_8ball.gif)
Bhakti
Just a little closer. A little bit closer to silence—that's all I need. To be submerged, under the water of pure bliss consciousness. To drown in such a way that as I gasp for air, I take in gulps of solid emptiness.
And memory. To follow the perfect continuity of the thread that weaves all sequences of moments together. Yes, to remember the precious, evolving, blossoming fruit of time and space, which have given me such potent glimpses into truth, and beauty.
And to feel less distant from my home. To feel, with certainty, even if unprovable, my eternal nature. To touch the ground substance which is the composition of me...as I retract and recede into my being.
Most importantly, to share with others. To merge and melt with you into the frictionless place beyond pain or doubt. Yes, let's meet there. And let's stay there for as long as we wish.
More Specifics, Please
There is a lightning storm crackling and exploding outside. The electric rivulets scar the night sky. The bolts are like flashy knives ripping through the curtain of darkness. So it goes in Tampa...the so-called lightning capital of the world.
Do these words personify too much? Do you want something more impersonal?
Sorry, I cannot oblige. After all, there is still a unique person here through which these words flow—who perceives the volatility of the violent weather, who reports to you the granular texture of this wildness now unfolding. I must stick to the personal, and the transpersonal, and that level of reality requires the elucidation of details. Oh, the gritty, slimy, terrible details of past, present, and future—how they mock the abstract mind, and how the abstract mind mocks them in return!
I reflect upon the configuration of the square, seminar-like seating in my classroom, which is very conducive to discussion. We all sit along the perimeter. As each day passes, the faces of my classmates acquire more depth, more meaning. Their expressions and peculiar body language swerve and wobble with the changing mood and focus of the group. Today I noticed one woman very quietly thumping her foot rhythmically on the floor, in nervousness. On the other side of the square, I saw another student doing the same. My musical mind gauged the tempo of their thumping to be identical, in perfect synchronization. And yet, they were not aware of their anxious harmony. But I was.
The electricity of the atmosphere. The electricity of bodies. The electricity of God.
"If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine." — Obi Wan Kenobi
Random Confession
Retaining the seed can be a challenge.
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Charliedog
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Posted - Jun 03 2016 : 07:00:04 AM
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quote: Just a little closer. A little bit closer to silence—that's all I need. To be submerged, under the water of pure bliss consciousness. To drown in such a way that as I gasp for air, I take in gulps of solid emptiness.
And memory. To follow the perfect continuity of the thread that weaves all sequences of moments together. Yes, to remember the precious, evolving, blossoming fruit of time and space, which have given me such potent glimpses into truth, and beauty.
And to feel less distant from my home. To feel, with certainty, even if unprovable, my eternal nature. To touch the ground substance which is the composition of me...as I retract and recede into my being.
Most importantly, to share with others. To merge and melt with you into the frictionless place beyond pain or doubt. Yes, let's meet there. And let's stay there for as long as we wish.
these words they bring me a little bit closer
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Edited by - Charliedog on Jun 03 2016 08:36:34 AM |
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Samadhi
USA
64 Posts |
Posted - Jun 03 2016 : 08:53:20 AM
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quote: Originally posted by Bodhi Tree Bhakti
Just a little closer. A little bit closer to silence—that's all I need. To be submerged, under the water of pure bliss consciousness. To drown in such a way that as I gasp for air, I take in gulps of solid emptiness......
![](icon_smile_shy.gif) You create a masterpiece of color, texture and emotionally ravishing narration with the flow of your words. Keep sharing please....
quote: Originally posted by Bodhi Tree "If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine." — Obi Wan Kenobi
Exactly !!! ![](icon_smile_wink.gif)
quote: Originally posted by Bodhi Tree Retaining the seed can be a challenge.
![](icon_smile_shock.gif) ![](icon_smile_blush.gif) ![](icon_smile_shy.gif) The challenges within wild ecstatic bliss overload.
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Samadhi
USA
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Posted - Jun 03 2016 : 08:55:46 AM
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quote: Originally posted by Charliedog
these words they bring me a little bit closer
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Yes they do!![](icon_smile.gif) |
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sunyata
USA
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Posted - Jun 03 2016 : 2:59:58 PM
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quote: Originally posted by Samadhi
quote: Originally posted by Bodhi Tree Bhakti
Just a little closer. A little bit closer to silence—that's all I need. To be submerged, under the water of pure bliss consciousness. To drown in such a way that as I gasp for air, I take in gulps of solid emptiness......
![](icon_smile_shy.gif) You create a masterpiece of color, texture and emotionally ravishing narration with the flow of your words. Keep sharing please....
Yes, please![](icon_smile_shy.gif) |
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Bodhi Tree
2972 Posts |
Posted - Jun 03 2016 : 7:27:15 PM
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quote: Originally posted by Charliedog
these words they bring me a little bit closer
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Hurray! ![](icon_smile_cool.gif)
quote: Originally posted by Samadhi
You create a masterpiece of color, texture and emotionally ravishing narration with the flow of your words. Keep sharing please....
You're far too kind. ![](icon_smile_wink.gif)
quote: Originally posted by sunyata
Yes, please
At your service. ![](icon_smile_shy.gif) |
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Bodhi Tree
2972 Posts |
Posted - Jun 05 2016 : 8:56:52 PM
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Childlike Mind
Remembering that the shadow is cast by the light, I return again to simplicity. And perhaps the source of the light is darkness itself...the quiet darkness, that is. Before creation, all is peacefully dark.
Looking at my body, which is split into symmetrical sides, I find the game of division in play. Right and left, front and back. The conceptual, anatomical planes: sagittal, coronal, transverse. All is one, of course. All is many, naturally.
Enlightenment is moving forward. Enlightenment is moving nowhere.
I like to look at her face, her lips, her smile, her eyes. In looking, I see a more curved variation of myself. In looking, I give her the chance to look back. And when intertwined, we are looking together...forgetting who is looking at who.
I remember, and I forget, and in between the remembering and forgetting, is the knowingness.
Whitman
TO YOU.
WHOEVER you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands, Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you, Your true soul and body appear before me, They stand forth out of affairs, out of commerce, shops, work, farms, clothes, the house, buying, selling, eating, drinking, suffering, dying.
Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem, I whisper with my lips close to your ear, I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.
O I have been dilatory and dumb, I should have made my way straight to you long ago, I should have blabb'd nothing but you, I should have chanted nothing but you.
I will leave all and come and make the hymns of you, None has understood you, but I understand you, None has done justice to you, you have not done justice to yourself, None but has found you imperfect, I only find no imperfection in you, None but would subordinate you, I only am he who will never consent to subordinate you, I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself.
Painters have painted their swarming groups and the centre-figure of all, From the head of the centre-figure spreading a nimbus of gold-color'd light, But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nimbus of gold-color'd light, From my hand from the brain of every man and woman it streams, effulgently flowing forever.
O I could sing such grandeurs and glories about you! You have not known what you are, you have slumber'd upon yourself all your life, Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time, What you have done returns already in mockeries, (Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what is their return?)
The mockeries are not you, Underneath them and within them I see you lurk, I pursue you where none else has pursued you, Silence, the desk, the flippant expression, the night, the accustom'd routine, if these conceal you from others or from yourself, they do not conceal you from me, The shaved face, the unsteady eye, the impure complexion, if these balk others they do not balk me, The pert apparel, the deform'd attitude, drunkenness, greed, premature death, all these I part aside.
There is no endowment in man or woman that is not tallied in you, There is no virtue, no beauty in man or woman, but as good is in you, No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is in you, No pleasure waiting for others, but an equal pleasure waits for you.
As for me, I give nothing to any one except I give the like carefully to you, I sing the songs of the glory of none, not God, sooner than I sing the songs of the glory of you.
Whoever you are! claim your own at any hazard! These shows of the East and West are tame compared to you, These immense meadows, these interminable rivers, you are immense and interminable as they, These furies, elements, storms, motions of Nature, throes of apparent dissolution, you are he or she who is master or mistress over them, Master or mistress in your own right over Nature, elements, pain, passion, dissolution.
The hopples fall from your ankles, you find an unfailing sufficiency, Old or young, male or female, rude, low, rejected by the rest, whatever you are promulges itself, Through birth, life, death, burial, the means are provided, nothing is scanted, Through angers, losses, ambition, ignorance, ennui, what you are picks its way. |
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lalow33
USA
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Posted - Jun 05 2016 : 9:44:29 PM
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This one brought me to tears. |
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Bodhi Tree
2972 Posts |
Posted - Jun 05 2016 : 9:54:24 PM
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Love you, Lalow ![](icon_smile_8ball.gif) |
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lalow33
USA
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Posted - Jun 05 2016 : 9:58:23 PM
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Love you Bodhi. You will be a good teacher. |
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Samadhi
USA
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Posted - Jun 06 2016 : 11:50:07 AM
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