Soham

Complete non-conditioning

+ with complete love

= floating down the alley and knowing

that every single being that you meet

on your way

is His Creation

that every action has its purpose

every door its destination

that I am It

that It is Us

that Life IS

Jyotsna

She sang for us

and took us into the journey

of our-own reflections

opening cracks of angels abodes

so we can peak in

and sense the beauty

of eternal melody

only known to the few...

Written by Jyotsna...

'This temple made in the shape of a goddess

two rounded forms and head laying rested on elbows

voluptuous entry out from the womb and into a world I cannot fathom'

http://www.blog.anandamarga.net/jyotsna/

Not Light but Overflow of Light

Not Love but Overflow of Love

'He who joyfully marches to music rank and file, has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would surely suffice. This disgrace to civilization should be done away with at once. Heroism at command, how violently I hate all this, how despicable and ignoble war is; I would rather be torn to shreds than be a part of so base an action. It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder.'
Albert Einstein: http://www.heartquotes.net/Einstein.html

According to Thelemic doctrine

Some quotes from the First Chapter of Liber Legis:

"Every man and every woman is a star."
"Come forth, o children, under the stars, & take your fill of love!"
"Invoke me under my stars! Love is the law, love under will."

Notes from Crowley's commentary to Liber Legis:

"Heaven is not a place where Gods Live; Nuit is Heaven, itself."
"Nuit obtains the satisfaction of Her Nature when the parts of Her Body fulfill their own Nature. The sacrament of life is not only so from the point of view of the celebrants, but from that of the divinity invoked."

Life prayer

May I be Eternal Consciousness

Aware and alert at every point

Of this cyclical existence

May I expand like a space Absorbing the great elements

Earth & water & air into my being

May I always support

The life and its manifestation

The growth and its beauty

And the boundlessness of the creation

A nazi leader was at our party today
and people laughed while he spoke
it is just a joke - he is just a clown - they said!
One started shouting against him - only one...
I booooooood and we got him off the stage
because I don't think
that they should be allowed
the right to speak or
the right to be heard...

About love from Richard

'Once upon a river
once upon my mind
you left your imprint
on my soul, among the leaves
and falling water.

I have sailed so far away
to the darkest corners of the day,
so that you can walk with me
hand in hand, in the rain
and with the pain.

If you are the harbour
I am the shore.
If you are the light
then I am the door
through we must step
hand in hand, until
the end of our days.'

from: http://richardemblin.blogspot.com/

This is Malta

I saw a man falling off the pavement
this morning
He couldn’t stand up and he cried
for help
In a matter of 10 seconds
While I was driving past
Three cars stopped and six people
Were running to help him
With an expression of
worry,
compassion,
emergency
As though this was their grand-pa…

Egyptian Book of the Dead

No, these are not 10 commandments...

Written within the Egyptian Book of Dead around 1,800 BC (Hebrew Exodus from Egypt was estimated around 1,400 BC) - in order to enter afterlife a man must swear:

"I have done away sin for thee and not acted fraudulently or deceitfully.
I have not belittled God.
I have not inflicted pain or caused another to weep.
I have not murdered or given such an order.
I have not used false balances or scales.
I have not purloined (held back) the offerings to the gods.
I have not stolen.
I have not uttered lies or curses."

Worshiping Goddess in Malta

‘Maybe they were placed as a great mystery to keep people focused on the mysterious.’ (a great quote - I think from Dr. Anton Mifsud)

The Hypogeum, a city of the dead, invited me in, some months ago, and today I want to tell you its story. It is an underground temple that for 1,000s of years, housed around 30,000 departed.

Built more than 5,000 years ago, by an unknown civilisation, this underground marvel consists of halls, chambers and passages, carved within the living rock, and it is huge, it covers some 500m². It was discovered accidentally in 1902, once somebody building a house atop stumbled upon this Neolithic treasure.

In the same way as the womb of the Goddess opens within the temples above the ground, so that you can enter it and emerge through it, on to the other side, re-born, this underground shrine opens its womb to take you in. The chambers are linked and intricately woven within this Sacred Space with many rooms, doorways, passageways, and they invite you into the snake-like stir, before a complete standstill, before you are allowed to enter the land of silence, darkness and stillness from where we all came from.

The Holy of Holies, the Main Chamber, stands at its core. In its shape it mimics the interior of the temples above the ground, built in the same period, as though its solo purpose is to be a mirror expression of another Life cycle.

The main chamber was coloured with red ochre, the colour of blood - the colour of the life stream - and it still echoes this redness. It is in this room that the archaeologists discovered the statuette of the sleeping lady. This huge peaceful woman, made of limestone, invites you to the land of dead, taking you in, through the gates of all-time-utterly familiar state, the state of dreamless sleep. The lady lies on her right side in a yoga position recommended in Tibetan Buddhism as a pose for dieing - with her right hand under her head. Through the dreamless sleep she takes us into the Goddess’s dreams, leading us through the paths of after-life separation from all we’ve known to the entrance of a new world. She lets us die to get reborn again within the wisdom of Her Eternal Stillness.

The next room is called Oracle and its shape is rectangular and within its walls it hides a secret of High Priests of the unknown civilisation. It hides a hole through which a man's voice echoes, amplified, resounding throughout all the other caves. The ceiling of this room is elaborately painted with red spirals repeating to the generations to come messages of cyclical existence.
Within these chambers, the dead were buried in the crouching foetus position as though their bodies are brought back to the womb. A woman buried with her baby in her arms, a boy with his puppy - are all laid with the same care.

A chamber after chamber after chamber, going through this maze, I remembered the story that was written on these walls a century ago with tears of 30 lost children’s mothers’. One of these burial chambers hides a passageway that continues deep into unexplored caverns beyond. It is believed that once upon a time one could walk through the labyrinths and caves from one end of Malta to the catacombs in Rome (this might even be true because the Mediterranean Sea was created after the Neolithic times). In 1940, thirty school children and their teacher on their study tour got lost within the underground passageways of the Hypogeum. The lost children passed through the burial chamber, and a wall collapsed, so that they couldn’t go back. Unwisely, they decided to continue their journey through the passageways hoping to find an exit. Search parties were never able to locate any trace of them. Grieving mothers claimed that for days they could hear their children crying and screaming from under the earth.

Another story narrated at about the same time by an employee of the British Embassy, gives these chambers an aura of a science-fiction movie. She claimed that she crawled through one of the Hypogeum passageways and saw a procession of tall humanoids with white hair covering their bodies from head to toes. Sensing her, these creatures turned towards her lifting their palms sending a strong wind in her direction. At this point she escaped the passageway only to return to the empty room some months later.

Leaving the science-fiction aside both underground and above ground temples are a mystery in its-own right.

A thousand years before the Egyptian pyramids, and four thousand years before Buddha or Christ, a civilization existed that is neither recorded in the Bible nor described in the hieroglyphics of an Egyptian tomb. They left behind twenty five so-far-discovered above the ground temples built with the stones measuring up to 18 meters in height and weighing more than 50 tones.

Having so many temples in such a small space suggests that Malta was a place of pilgrimage and a worshiping centre in early times. I can almost see people from all over the world coming for help, or for spiritual union with the Goddess in all her forms: a young woman sleeping on the stone floor of the Temple to get in touch with her dead lover; silhouettes of people dancing or chanting hypnotically praying for the better crops; circles of bodies, opening like a flower to absorb the healing energy; secluded individuals & priests meditating invoking Her Energies; a pregnant women spending time in the Hypogeum so that the spirit of the dead may protect her new-born; a priest sacrificing animals or fruit worshiping the earth with its manifestations.

The spirals painted in red ochre or carved on the walls reflect the respect for the different expressions of Goddess, for the cycle of life and death, winter and summer, destruction and regeneration.

To live, they did not need weapons (at least we found no trace of them), but many, many worshiping centres, to bury their dead, they carved within the rocks the underground replicas of the above-ground shrines, performed rituals respecting the stages of the after-life, allowing their dead to ‘rest in peace’ in a familiar Goddess’s abode.

All the megalithic Maltese temples and people were hidden, forgotten and ignored for many thousands of years. And yet, this mysterious and advanced civilisation could have been the cradle of all the known civilizations.

Trained to kill

The man I met on my one-to-one meeting today was trained to kill.

Pit bull dogs have been selectively bred and trained to kill another dogs in a battle. We hear of them once in awhile when a baby’s head gets bitten or a child gets attacked in the middle of a playing field, and once the Governments get too angry and decide to forbid the dogs within the country. So then, as the protective measure, we kill them all, destroying the creation of our-own sick fantasies, because it became too dangerous for our own species.

Throughout human history, humans were selectively bred and trained to kill other humans in a battle. Governments, armies, police, special forces, secret forces, all our KGBs and CIAs, spend a lot of money to ensure that their faithful men were not disturbed by the order to kill.

Physical and verbal abuse is a commonly used in the training: push-ups, running with heavy loads, shaved heads, complete luck of privacy, abuse and discrimination, crazy officers, all well defined methods with the same aim, so that the men would lose their individuality, their sense of right and wrong, their existing mores and norms, and so that they will accept a new set of values that include hatred, violence, and killing as a way of life.

Another method commonly used is stimulus-response, stimulus-response conditioning. When people are frightened they will do what they have been conditioned to do. The military has made killing a conditioned response. Soldiers and police learn to fire at man-like silhouettes. They train to fire within a second and they are rewarded if the targets are hit properly – shot in the head or heart. So their conditioned response becomes to shoot the target as quickly as possible, to shoot reflexively, to shoot to kill.

And, of course, they are always carefully brained wash so that they believe in the cause of the killing, so that they are fighting against the necessary evil, so that they are hero-s, the chosen ones, the special forces, with no empathy or remorse for the deaths of their fellow human beings or guilt for the murders they have just committed.

Today, I have met one of them.

I am not a part of the US Special Forces any more, he says, once the cold war was over, they didn’t know what to do with us, we were too many, so they started sending us to the front line of the war zones. Once I lost half of my men I decided to quit. There was no sense in staying, it became too dangerous, in fact, it became quite suicidal.

We were sitting at a corner table of a very beautiful Italian restaurant, high ceilings, middle age atmosphere, large windows that cover the whole wall of the place, candles, flowers, all the lot. Through the windows we could see a martial art club practitioners in the middle of their training throwing their legs high.

As a part of special forces did you practice martial arts? I asked.

Martial Arts, he smiled, we mastered a Martial Art called Wang Tsun or Wing Chun.

In the 16th Century in China, he said, there was a set of Buddhist Temples called Shaolin, that were at the time Chinese martial arts training academies. Within the Temples, the monks developed a new, high level martial art, gathering all the experience of the previous systems. The elders shared the most advanced knowledge of the human body, of human psychology, and fighting, and they created a completely new style called Wing Chun.

Wing Chun was designed for a single purpose - hand to hand combat. He said. The monks' goal was to train ordinary people, even women, to fight very effectively in the shortest possible time. Their goal was to create a martial arts system based on simplicity, and efficiency. Every movement of the hands and feet had to be coordinated, precise and powerful and it had to directly apply within a fight. This new art was conducted and passed from monk to monk under secrecy. The legend says that after the Shaolin Temple was burnt among the survivors of the massacres was a Buddhist nun who passed her knowledge onto her chosen disciple, a young girl named Wing Chun. This is why the Art is called Wing Chun.

Wing Chun is like a dance, he said, it is very precise and clear. You do not need all the kicks that you usually find in other Martial Arts, you don’t need all the strength, it is design to be effective. Wing Chun does not have fancy stuff around it, no high kicks, the movements are very refined.

When you stand firm you concentrate all the power in your fist and punch. And he punched the air. Look at the candle, he said, and the strength of the air his punch moved, extinguished the flame in front of me.

Wing Chun is very good in street fighting. It is a close combat fighting. You don’t go for the scull, the scull is not easy to break, you go for knee caps, for the throat and for kidneys. You disable them in a couple of minutes and you disable them for life. They don’t even feel the pain, the pain comes later, if they are alive to feel anything.

There are only three hand forms, you would think it is easy to learn, he said. In fact, it is very easy to learn the combinations, but to do them well you need to practice for years. I practiced for more than 10 years.

It is all about the feeling, if you know how to dance you would know how to do Wing Chun. It is about the sensitivity, relaxation, flexibility, and coordination of arms and hands. He would be looking at my hands and my feet would have already broken his knee caps – it is very fast, very effective. You have to have the knowledge of how to use the force of the opponent against him and how to position your arms, limbs, and body in such a way so that the force becomes explosive. The fights do not last long, they are over in a couple of minutes.

You do not see much of Wing Chun practiced, you see it around high level politicians, their body guards know the skill, otherwise it is rare, because it is so effective and so dangerous.
Choosing a weapon, for example, there is a misconception that a weapon should be a knife, he said, picking up a knife from the table in front of him. A knife is short and you are not controlling the distance. When the weapon is very long you will have an advantage. This vase, for example, is a perfect weapon, I can reach your head, in no time, I just need to develop sufficient strength in the wrist.

You also need to develop calmness and stillness and to wait for the right moment when the distance is just right and if you have trained your elbow and finger strikes you can go for the points of the body that are most effective, most sensitive and most unprotected. I used it in real fights; and I developed a reaction, if you are close to me, or you are touching a particular point of my body, I would immediately react, my reaction would be fight, very quickly I would go into the right position and fight.

The footwork of Wing Chun never advances in a straight line. For example, extend your both hands from your body, your arms creating a triangle surrounding your body. I’ve done what he told me. Advancing straight would bring me directly into the tip of the triangle you have created, to the point of its greatest strength. My body automatically kept the triangle strong. And the triangle is the strongest force in nature, he said, that is why pyramids are triangular in shape and they stayed standing for 1,000s of years. That is why the footwork of the Wing Chun closes on you at an angle giving me control over my own timing and your balance. It is a dance, just like a dance.

A dance that kills I thought, moving my hands slightly backwards so that he can not touch me any more.

The head is hard and once you are choosing the target you need to go for the sensitive parts - the eyes, nose, and teeth, they are fragile. A strike to the eyes will disable the opponent, he won’t be able to see let alone fight. Attacking the upper gate keeps the opponent occupied. He cannot ignore the fact that an attack is aimed at his face. So than you go for his knees, when he does not expect it, you disable his legs breaking his knee caps.

After this, I changed the subject, we talked about art, business, food, movies, concerts, but his description of Wing Chun stayed with me all through the evening.

To the monks, in China, 400 years back, martial arts were methods to cultivate their bodies, hearts and nourish their Buddha nature. They were carefully passed from monk to monk so that the art is not abused or misused. When Wing Chun left the Temples, the students who were thought the discipline were not beginners, they had already gone through the years of previous martial arts and Buddhist training. The monks combined the art with the philosophy keeping the teaching secret and sacred for hundreds of years.

Today, I was sitting with a man whose left hand was broken in many, many places in the close combat. His heart was also broken and I felt sorry for him.

I went home ending our never to start little romance and went to the bed shivering every time I thought of his left hand.

I cried because of all the karma he has accumulated following his path in the quest to be the best one, the best within the army, the best within the special forces, one of the heroes of some people’s children’s stories, the one who saves and fights and kills so that some will have ‘better lives’.

I cried because I knew that we have created him, with our myths and legends that still tolerate and approve killings, and still believe in heroes. I cried because I could hear the cries of all the mothers that hated him because he killed their sons, I cried because of the endlessness of the circle we live in, the circle of hunters and victims and victims that become hunters just because they believe in the motives of their actions.

And I prayed, with all the might of my prayer, I prayed for the humanity to realise that there is no motive strong enough to justify killings, there is no excuse pure enough to allow murders. Do Not Kill is the First Law and the Main Law that we have abused and exchanged with many other rules and regulations giving ourselves the right to take the Sacred Gift of Life away from other Sentient Beings.

I know that the sky Awaits

and today I celebrate

Her Majesty: the Flight

photo: http://richardemblin.blogspot.com/

A man trained to kill

he was within US special forces
he had his group of fighters

they were all trained to kill

his left hand is broken in 5 places
his eyes lit when he talks about fight

He says: most of the martial arts have too many kicks
you don't need that - it is unnecessary,
the only thing you need is to know how to control the distance
and than you go for the throught, kidneys and knee caps
Skull is too hard, you do not go for the head

And he says - they don´t even feel the pain - pain comes later
and you disable them for life
or kill them in a minute...

He talks about people as though he talks about numbers

They were trained to fight the comunists
and when the cold war was over
Army didn't know what to do with them
- they were too many
so they started sending them to war zones
to get them killed...

He said, I lost half of my people
when I decided to quit
I went to Europe, saw people in suits, living ok,
with an ok salary - and I thought: I can do this
I got a suit and started my own business

I don´t fight any more he said, only once
when 3 people tried to rob me - they were from Yugoslavia

One was behind me with the gun and I felt his distance
He is close enough for me to get him, I thought
and the fight was over in 2 minutes, they were all unconscious
before I even put my money into my pocket...

And I cried after I met him
I cried for the humanity that has created him
I cried for him and all the ones he wouldn't count
And I prayed for him
I prayed with all the might of my prayer
So God would forgive him and forgive us for letting it happen

Francis of Asissi poem

God came to my house and asked
for charity.
And I fell on my knees and
cried, "Beloved,

what may I give?"

"Just love," He said.
"Just love".

Rumi

" Don't look at your form, however ugly or beautiful. Look at love and at the aim of your quest. ...O you whose lips are parched, keep looking for water. Those parched lips are proof that eventually you will reach the source." Rumi

Now imagine White Light

Light waves are waves of energy in the form of electric and magnetic fields. The amount of energy in a light wave is proportional to its frequency: high frequency light has high energy; low frequency light has low energy. The frequency of visible light is: color, and ranges from low frequency red, and high frequency violet. The combination of every color in the visible spectrum produces white. The full range of frequencies extends beyond the visible spectrum, so we have radio waves, ultra violet rays, etc. Light waves move at their maximum 300,000 kilometers per second which makes light the fastest phenomenon in the universe.

photo by sasahu

His Consciousness

To Glorious Wisdom of Love
To the Profound Heart Sound
To Great Awareness of the enlightened few
To Limitless Space of Compassion
To Alertness of Bliss and Emptiness

To the Mind riding on the wind of Light
To Amitaba and Amideva
To Milarepa and Baba Ji
To you my Father and Mather
Whose Merge brought me here
To experience
The Diamond Being
Within the Primeordial Consciousness
of One

Getting enlightened

I got enlightened today
I tapped into the power of Nature
Reclaimed my authority
of the Son of Man and Son of God
Through the heresy and anarchy
I connected with the pulsating
Universe
and understood
Her Strength & His Love

photo by peter bowers

Buddha Mind

It is so vast
I can feel It

Expanding
Exploding
Exploring
Every call of my body
It is so vast
I entered It
And
It left me
Broken
into 1,000,000s of pieces

It is so vast
Without time
Without space & essence
It has never begun
And will never end
Like an Orgasm
That laaaaasts for-ever

∞ Like the Universe
In a grain of sand

Like Light
Like Love
Like Movement
Within my DNA
Like Silence

In between two breaths

Like Death giving birth toLife

Like you and me in my dreams

abyss of shadows

My bird keeps flying directly towards my cat
she comes to me only when the cat is in my lap
she lands exactly where the cat sleeps
she exits her nest only when she hears the cat purring

and yesterday I saved her from the cat's jaws - will she learn?

or will she stay flying towards the deadly embrace
over-and-over-again
choosing a completely un-fair fight over her deepest fears

or will she burn sacrificing her fragile body
within the same attraction
a butterfly suicidally enters a flame

or will she learn
to live
with her hypnotic fascination
in the same way
we - mortals - can learn
to live
with our fascination
with light
keeping our journey
towards the death
long and intense
walking the edge
but not falling
into the abyss of its shadows

Halloween

Time to get spooked

Time to get in to the world of shadows

and smiles that are not ours

Time to discover the deepest secret

Covering the surface of the sea

Time to enter blue - dark, dark blue

treasure

Yesterday
I found a treasure
hidden under a mountain
behind woods
at the bottom of a lake
inside a box
that lies within a body of a dead animal
whose key was lost centuries ago
and when I saw it
I remembered it from my dream
that keeps occurring night after night after night
and I knew just of one word to describe it
BEAUTIFUL...

How?

How do we materialise Her presence in every breath we take?

Self

When I am close to You I get closer to My-Self

When my worlds engulf me I reach for You
escaping into Your Presence, and Your Light
and I pray for the time when Your Breath will be mine - always
and I would escape from it, occasionaly, just for fun...

Meditation

'When we raise ourselves through meditation to what unites us with the spirit, we quicken something within us that is eternal and unlimited by birth and death. Once we have experienced this eternal part in us, we can no longer doubt its existence. Meditation is thus the way to knowing and beholding the eternal, indestructible, essential center of our being.' Rudolf Steiner Shekhar, thanks for this quote http//www.pshekhar.wordpress.com

Birth-place

I have this Urge
To live
As a speck of dust
Within Your pocket
And to dis-appear
Every time you touch me
Getting re-born
Within the softness
Of the middle of Your palm

I have this Urge
To be close to You
To breath
Your breath
Just for another second
Or a minute
Or another lifetime within
The Mayas of different
Realities

I have this Urge
To jump into the motion
Of clouds, waves, a cat’s purring
To take you in
Sensing the pause
That exists in between
In and out breath
Diving into Your
Birth-place

I have this Urge
O, please take me in!

Samadhi

A part of Her
Eternal
Flowing
All-Encompassing

Fully Awake
Fully Aware
Entering the Door of No-Time
Desiring Death
While Tasting Life drop by drop
Touching the Centre of its Fullness
Feeling the Core of its Being

Floating without a movement
Rooted within Non-existence
Existing without a breath
Spreading piercing Light from every pore

Experiencing Her
Experiencing Him
Experiencing IT
Experiencing endless One

Alchemy

"One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious. The latter procedure, however, is disagreeable, and therefore, not popular."-Carl Jung

Ubuntu

A person is only a person through their relationship to others

Overflow

Not Love but Overflow of Love
Not Life but Overflow of Life

Not giving when you have
but when you know that you have only £10
in your pocket to the end of the month
Giving half to the one in need

Not loving the one that loves you
but loving the one that annoys you
angers you, provokes you
Loving knowing that there is no return

Not reaching out when you know you had enough
but when you are sure that you are not sure
that you will get to the end of the month yourself
If it takes a pain from someone else

Not doing when you can but when you know
you can not because of 101 things that
plotted against you because
It meant a lot to the one who asked

Not Light but Overflow of Light
Not Love but Overflow of Love

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Keep it Simple

And the Enlightened One
Said:
Keep it simple!

All you need is to have

Proper, whole, thorough,
integral, complete, and perfect:

1. View
2. Thoughts
3. Speech
4. Action
5. Livelihood
6. Energy
7. Mindfulness and
8. Samadhi

Keep it simple!

To multiply the Light

And she got up and sensed
the womb of her mother
within the voice that whispered
'We are all One'

And she knew instantly
that Unity is the key
to the secret of Time
to the Sparks that were sent forth
to multiply the Light

Divine Potential

Waves of Souls - look at me
Re-incarnated within Golden Rays
Showing me Sacred & Holy Pattern
of Love, Initiation, Light

Restoring itself through the code
of Divine Potential

Now

Now is Eternal
Born before its birth
'Our movement is always towards Grace'

Inteligence of equilibrium
We speed up Universal growth
Bringing Earth's future into the moment of Now

Seaking Direct, Clear Connection
to the very Source

Nothing left after 1-0-0

Yesterday I did my 100th poem in this blog
and since I believe in numbers and
am superstitious
I got enchanted by its 1-ness, and by its 0-ness
So before I get attached and all puzzled
by its beauty and its perfection
and before I stop writing
all-together
I have to write this entry
that will hopefully break the spell
the spell of eternal and only 1-0-0

a dream of a perfect man

a new temple will be born
out of the ruins of old worlds
a temple of twelve
merging
creation & realization
death will give birth to life
and we all will be resurrected
through the word made flesh
through a dream of a perfect man
came true

How to change Earth

First
Accepting
The Eternal Moment of Now
Diving Deep Within

Then
Allowing Now to Magnetize us
With its Beauty
Bringing
Presence
Into our Heart Flames

Meditation

Meditation
entered on tip-toes
mountain caves depths

Working through eternity
to reach a mind
hidden behind a veil of images

Shaping stones at the bottom of a river
inheriting shapes
for the generations to come

Meditation
became my truth
Today

I believe in light

this morning
mermades stopped me at the entrance
of the tall dark building - my place of work:
what are you going to find within these walls:
boredom, action, peace? or just a new beginning
of something familiar but still unknown? what
are you after this veryMonday morning?
I entered with the thought - I am after light
Nothing else - just - light

Lukhang Tibetan temple
Images are drawn from a 15th century work entitled Kunsang Gongdu, The Realization of Vast Beneficence. The Lukhang murals illustrate key episodes in the life of this great master, a direct ancestor of the Sixth Dalai Lama.

Spoon of hopes

Silence gathered like clouds
around my arms, chest and throat
I picked it up with a spoon
of hopes
that it will last for-ever

Entering the world of Silence

Your voice lingers within my heart
I hear you constantly as a word's echo

Your touch enters me with the wind’s breeze
Your tenderness captures my thoughts’ stream

You are my first and final embrace
My first and final discovery and
My first and final Love

No-One means All

In these flames I stand
Asking you to stop or start or turn

In these flames I stand
Knowing that No-One means All

In these flames I stand
To open the door that will change the world

In these flames I stand
To capture the Knowledge that belongs to You

Through the flames,
For the benefit of all,
I pray:

Let the Force Be With You!

To Light, Consciousness and Love

I reach for you
in the darkness of my empty room
Hoping you will take me
into the worlds of Oness
into the worlds of Consciousnees
into the worlds of Bliss

After I tasted your lips
there is nothing else I could long for
After you embraced me
there is nothing else that could warm me
After you desired me
there is nothing else I could ask for

Take me
Let no atom in my body
Feel anything else but your light

Take me
Let no breath I take
Stay uninspired by your wisdom

Take me
Let no heart beat
Ever beat without consciousness of you

Take me into your arms
and let me become
your flame
your dust
your wind
your wave

Within our DNA

Deepest channel unfolds within my spine
Into the world of shadows I step
Discovering patterns that were there
From the beginning of my time

My DNA and yours interweave
Into the art of being on this Earth
Choosing our Present, Past and Future
Fully Aware of infiniteness of possibilities

Will we be able to create a matrix
That will protect our minds
Of engravings within our brains
and can we be stronger than
Curiosity,
Memory,
Darkness?

Can we be stronger than our human-selves?

Love me and we shall try!

Ancient stories

Whenever I step into the world of ancient stories
I feel my heart uplifting
Entering dimensions of light, gold and mysteries

Spirits made to shine enter my mind
Leaving traces of our eternal dreams
Connect me to me without ends

instantly healed I chose my paths
With eyes closed and heart open
To highest, to brightest, to clearest

With no hesitation

Tell me a story

He didn't even have to whisper
His words were in my mind
Loving once means
Loving for-ever

He smiled - once, and
My heart, my mind, my body
All of me
Knew - that we again hit the centre

Love song by Rumi

A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself
more than you love me?

The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.

I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.

I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.

I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.

If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.

http://www.allspirit.co.uk/rumi.html

Adyashanti

Adyashanti's name means Primordial Peace
He is surrounded with
Emptiness Dancing,
Awakening and
Secret of Silence

I met him during one dream
where he told me Truth of Being
What you are is never-lost and ever-present non-dual Suchness, I AMness, Awareness, or Emptiness of this and every moment.

Wisdom tree

Wisdom Tree
Reaches me
To teach me
Oneness
Unity
&
Love
Without borders
Without desires
Without attachments
Unconditionally
Free
&
Beautiful

Bruno on Divine Love

'...all love, all one, it feels itself no longer solicited by various objects, which distract it, but is one sole wound, in the which the whole affection concurs and which comes to be one and the same affection. Then there is no love or desire of any particular thing, that can urge, nor even present itself before the will; for there is nothing more straight than the straight, nothing more beautiful than beauty, nothing better than goodness, nothing can be found larger than size, nor anything lighter than that light which with its presence darkens and obliterates all lights.'
www.esotericarchives.com/bruno/

Bruno on Oneness

...by plunging into the depths of the mind, for which there is no great need to open the eyes to the sky, to raise the hands, to direct the steps to the temple, nor sing to the ears of statues in order to be the better heard, but to come into the inner self believing that, God is near, present and within, more fully than man himself, being soul of souls, life of lives, essence of essences: for that which you see above or below, or round about, or however you please to say it, of the stars, are bodies, are created things, similar to this globe on which we are, and in which the divinity is present neither more nor less than he is in this globe of ours or in ourselves.

This is how, then, one must begin to withdraw oneself from the multitude into oneself.

Bruno's alchemy

'...as there is no truth which is not joined or opposed to what is false, so there is no love without fear, ardour, jealousy, rancour, and other passions, which proceed from their opposites, and which disturb us, as the other opposite causes satisfaction. Thus the soul striving to recover its natural beauty seeks to purify itself, to heal itself, and to reform itself, and to this end it uses fire, because, being like gold, mixed with earth and crude, with a certain rigour it tries to liberate itself from defilement, and this result is obtained when the intellect, the real smith of Jove, puts itself to the work and causes an active exercise of the intellectual powers.'

Pankaj (or punk for short)

Today I met a dear friend of mine. The one who is sometimes a darling. Well, he was available today. :-)

His name is Pankaj. In fact I am writing this through his hands...

Yesterday he jumped in the water and I said "The water in Serbia is saltier", and he said "How did you know that I was thinking that the water is so salty?".

This man spends most of his life at his computer grappling with theory. What kind of theory? Oh, theories of everything. But what is most interesting is his theory of the relationship of theory to practice: he says that the difference between theory and practice is that, in theory, there is no difference between theory and practice. :-)

Goodnight!

When the child was a child

'Himmel uber Berlin', Wim Wenders
Song of Childhood by Peter Handke

When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.

When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.

When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything, had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged, took off running, had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.

When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people. does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am, didn’t exist before I came to be, and that, someday, I, who I am, will no longer be who I am?

A simple truth of enlightenment

It is simple

just do not ever
under any circumstances
no matter who or what
is in front
or behind
no matter how soft and inviting
no matter how carefully packed
in the cob-web of illusions
no matter how fresh and inspiring
or carrying or loving
do not
ever
ever
bind yourself

the truth of enlightenment
does not breath under the chains

Tantric Light

We became one body
one aura
growing
immeasurably

We stayed within the light
that melted borders and thoughts
that opened horizont
unknown to the human minds

We became One
and we were not alone
all the sentient beings joined us
in this cosmic dance

We were all One
immersed within the Tantric Light

was it a dream?

we made love for hours
and it was
as it is for the first time or maybe for ever
pure
virginal
exciting
and he said - what a gift!
and I thought - what a gift!
lost within a paradise of senses
falling in love
again
as it is for the first time
or maybe for ever...

Crystal Ball

Crystal Ball within the
Perfection of Maituna
Coming from the Centre
Where breath becomes energy
where Earth receives the seed
Completely Feminine
Completely Still
And Giving
Like entering the center of a flower
Like caressing butterfly wings
Like sensing the eternal perfection of clouds
Like experiencing the gentleness of the spider web

violet

a violet door
took me to a violet room
the air was violet
and the feelings too
I closed my eyes and experienced
complete freedom
that was always there, within me,
I just just didn't notice...

Vecnost

unesena u centar vasione
postala sam ljubicasti prah
koji se razneo
po poljima
po morima
po prostranstvima planina
za trenutak koji je postao vecnost
za ja - koje je nestalo
za mi - koje se rodilo
i nastavilo da se radja
u nedogled

Belgrade

And I walked next to the river
and it came to me - it can not be any better!

And I run through the woods
and I knew - this is it!

And I saw beautiful faces in buses, streets, cul-de-sucks
and they all confirmed - the enlightenment is here!

Now, I stopped searching,
I just breath and walk and observe - hoping it will last
For-Ever...

unreasonable

Reasonable people
adapt themselves to the world.
Unreasonable people
attempt to adapt the world to themselves.

All progress, therefore, depends on unreasonable people

George Bernard Shaw

A moment without a choice

I entered a moment
Without a choice
It seduced me
With its immortality

Now I want to get-out
But it keeps me chained
Offering dreams
Of eternity

Talking tattoos
Miraculous tales of love
Fantasy escapes and
Two-faced kitten that was born in Ohio

And I turn towards the 'null' point
Sensing senselessness
Searching for the zone
Where magnetic fields re-connect
Where the polarisation of space
Come to an end
Searching for my-own
Second Coming of Christ

Feelings caffe

Within the feelings caffe
we drunk a coffee of compassion
that brought us back
to our purpose
on this little blue planet

Walking the mile

Walking the mile
I discovered
Yungang Temple in China
Lotus House in Malta
Himalaian Buddhist Monastery in Nepal
Hare Krishna Ashram in Belgrade
Ananda Marga's Jakriti in Singapore
Komaja's Heaven in Ibiza
Sivananda Yoga Centre in Madrid
House of God's Friends in New Zealand
Krishna's abode in India
Krishnamurti's Library in Cambridge

Treasuries of Wisdom
All over the world
hidden from the passers-by
available only to the few
who have eyes to see and
ears to hear
One Message
For All

Love

Unconditional Love
fully expanding
into the Unknown Worlds
spreads Peacefully through the Universe
and I look at it
directly, Knowingly
with the eyes
full of Wonder
full of Surprises
full of scenes of Beauty
to discover a gentle breeze
of Life

In London

In London
I saw a man covered with pigeons
Covered with their shiet
Feeding them

He was desperate for contact
- even pigeon shiet felt better
than Loneliness

In London
I saw a girl sitting on the steps
of the 18th century house
Her hair was red
and her skin white - whiter
than the whitest cheese

She was alone reading
and she was beautiful in her Loneliness

In London
I saw a man dinning
in a corner restaurant
He was also alone
but because his hair was blue - light blue
he attracted a lot of attention

People looked and
his Loneliness was broken by their stares

In London
I saw people dressed in the most colourful clothes
with the most expressive faces
and the purest aura one could imagine

And they smiled
once I managed to touch their souls
with eyes that spread Love
for their Uniqueness and their Light

ZZ and his being

it was beautiful to watch him play
it was beautiful to watch him stand

it is beautiful to watch him be

and the head-hit streight into the chest of MM
it was beautiful too, especially beautiful

he did it when no-one expected it
suprising the crowds
following his inner being
he did it because he knew it was right

and now
because of who he is
when everyone is watching,
judging, expecting, measuring, envying
he has me on his side
together with 60% of France
and 0,001% of Italy

Stay you ZZ - your you inspires me!

Awake me if you Dare

& She said:
I am the Leader of your Game
Worlds fall on-to my lap
Like ripe apples
Whenever you make me hear your Wish
Wish!

& She said:
Dwell inside my cob-web
Enjoying signs of Heaven & Hell
Tattooed onto the back of my torso
Inviting Meaning into the Play
Invite!

& She said
I am a leader of your Game
Immersed into the Ocean
Within a Shell of your Dreams
Waiting for your instructions
Say!

dream-world

I dreamt of a man
that was lost in his dream
not realising I was dreaming

The temple of now

I am God and Light and Laughter and
You searching for the warmth of my hand
I am Love that Knows
That there are no Lonely Pillars
As long as the Dome is within the Heart

Today I met a friend of mine who hasn't been around much of late.
I told him "You're a darling sometimes".
He said "No, I'm always a darling. It's just that sometimes I'm unavailable".
:-)

Golden dust

Within the darkness
every place is just
a playground
of images

Let me fire your imagination

I know you enjoy the golden dust

Within the darkness
everything is possible
that is why we get stuck and
the light becomes so blinding

Let me give you hope
that will keep you going
life-after-life-after-life

only on the planet Earth

He was looking down
through the clouds
into the pile of rubbish
accumulated underneath

No human could spot it
Only angels did
that is why they did not
decent
the last 2,000 years

It stunk
it was dirty
with re-cycled emotions
with overly-used words
with in-distructable beliefs
from the past and
other parts of the universe

And yet above it
there was the most amazing scent
the most amazing energy pattern
with intricate designs and
beautiful colours
with healing properties
and Eternity written all over it.

The flower of Human Divine Thoughts...

Sting

I knew nothing of his story, his history,
his paths but
I sensed a Wizard in his presence
and I was right
He took me for a ride
into the wildness of Space
visiting Horizonts we just dream of
and connecting to the Source
His horse was Light
His music Portal
to the core and beyond

Shiva-Shakti

We met again
In the mist of an empty room
We met again
And it felt
As though it is the first time
It always does!
Stripped from all the surfaces
Deep within us
Two hearts
That love
Indefinitely
Completely
Fully
Shiva and Shakti

Tribali

Tribal Tribali
Dancing
Moving into Space
Rhythm of the night
Touching our core
Going deep down
Where all the beginnings lie
Subtle
Strong
Intuitive
Magical
They gave us themselves
We became a part
Of Love

http://www.tribalimusic.com/

mentally clear

Mentally clear - connecting heaven and earth
Full-heartedly expressing Spirit
I was inspired by your presence
I was uplifted by the shine in your eyes
Thank you

svest

Svi satovi su iznenada stali
dotakla sam srce
da proverim da li jos uvek kuca

Usli smo u stanje bez-vremenosti
u stanje okeanske bez-konacnosti
i potpune - velicanstvene - svesnosti

a story of an abused child

She is gentle and fragile. She is kind and understanding. She is love incarnated.

Her body talks for her, expressing her emotions, thoughts & worries stronger than her words. When she laughs, she laughs loudly, holding her stomach and deeply bowing her head, when she dislikes something, she frowns as though the end of the world is approaching and even if she tried, she could not, in any possible way, she could not, keep her face motionless. Her hands move swiftly around her body emphasising her stories. She would even move her legs, if only she does not need them to keep the rest of her body upright. Her emotions are strong, fertile, instantaneous, very child-like and completely visible to anybody who cares to look. She is a sensitive flower, with white petals that stay white no matter what mud she has just been through. She is completely open, like an open book, the one that the cruel would love to tear and the kind would love to comfort.

Now, to have such a face, is not that easy, because a shop-assistant that has no goods that she desires, will quickly feel offended by her frown and withdraw into hostility. The tired, the numb, the motionless, and these are many, the ones that have learned to hide anything that happens within them, would get confused and than quickly offended by her childish look and touch, and would try to do anything to stop her from being who she is. They mother her and father her or ignore her and hurt her, depending of what stage of animal to human evolution they found themselves in. And yet, she does not mean to harm - anybody.

Whenever I meet her I realise that I have never met anybody so tactile and humble in my life. When she talks her eyes are shining reflecting all the enthusiasm of her talk, when she is silent she withdraws into the depths of the silence only known to a few – to the ones who know and the ones who were abused. She would withdraw when in a presence of a group of people she doesn’t know, when in a presence of older men, men of authority, when in a presence of anybody cleverer, more beautiful and more confident – and these are many.

She does not remember her story but I do because I saw it. She spent 2 years of her toddler life in a hospital, surrounded by white coats and needles, by faceless bodies and soulless rules that would not allow her parents in, unless it is a weekend and it is a visiting hour. She says, she remembers a dog barking and the child within her scream – it is them, it is them, it is my mum and my dad and my sister arriving. I remember being extremely happy because I am gonna see her again, and I will give her a bear that I got as a present and I saved to protect her from the emptiness of a dark room, from monsters under her bad, from other children’s pain, from grown-ups insanity, from night-mares, from lone loneliness that only a child left on its-own can know, and I was there and there was a woman standing at the door barring my entry – you can not come in, she said, there is a virus in the town and we do not want it spread. You do not understand, I said in my little mind, I do not have a virus, I have her bear and I have to give it to her, it is hers to protect her from your awfully white coat, and these awfully white walls, and that awfully white bed that hides insanities of this strange world. And I run under her wide spread legs to the bed where I will see her eyes and give her what was rightfully hers.

Going out of the hospital with 2 metal rods to strengthen her legs, 2 years later, with a mother that would not allow her to do anything, scared for her every move, scared for her-own motherhood, scared for the future and the future of the future. And S was fine, she was strong, and she could do it, she could do anything if she was just allowed – but she wasn’t. She wasn’t allowed to walk, to talk, to read, to move, to act, to stretch, she was not allowed to be. And she was sent to school and she suffered because everybody seamed to do better, to know better, to be better. And children sensed the possibility of a bloody hunt and that amused them and they became hunters dreaming every possible cruelty to harm her. She is scared of needles, so they got needles and chased her around the court-yard so that they can catch her and sit on top her and put the needles into her tender skin and hear her screaming – and nobody did anything about it. Teachers, parents, passers-by, not a single grown-up raised their voice to stop this fury that had no reason and no end, to stop the sado-masochism that was carefully cultivated among these cruel little minds. And this generation was particularly cruel. Our math teacher found a fastidious pleasure in torturing her in front of the class proving to the class and himself and her how worthless she is.

I was one year younger than the rest of the class and I was not their equal. I was waiting to grow-up so that I can face them and stop the sickness that was surrounding us. And I did it, some years later, as soon as I could, after I stopped crying in the corridors waiting for somebody to notice. And she, she bared it all, burring the experiences under the thick cote of memories and losing them because they were too scary to remember. But I stayed conscious, because I was too scared that if I forgot everybody would and the story would repeat again, as it did so many times. And I saw my mum losing the control because S didn’t listen, because she was too strong to be broken apart, and I saw her changing her thrashing tools from a hand to a belt, taken off my father’s trousers, to a coat hanger or a flying ash tray if they could help her burning rage. She was unconscious of her unconsciousness and she lived surrounded by her own shadows, by her own guilt of being a mother of an abused child.

And contrary to all odds, S. did not get angry, did not need to forgive, and did not rebel, she responded with kindness unknown to human race, a quality dreamt of, by some of the most devoted Buddhist. Do not hurt anybody in front of S. – she will do anything to help the victim, to stop you, to diminish the pain. She will get-up to give you her chair no matter how much younger or fitter than she you might be. Her soft smile and soft touch and a kiss even for a stranger, and her incredible awareness of other people sufferings, sometimes feel unreal in this world of human contours that so viciously fight for their small ‘self’ forgetting the other, any-other.

She is gentle and fragile. She is kind and understanding. She is love in-personified. Her body talks for her, expressing her emotions, thoughts & worries…

to Ken Wilber with love

I have a book in my hands - Quantum questions by Ken Wilber
Mystical writings of the world’s greatest physicists
And I hold it with the most tenderness because I feel
It deserves It
And I try reading it over-and-over again
And I leave it aside because I have difficulties
Getting into his Brain

For some years now I am writing my first book that talks about
Science and Mysticism
And finding Him
Was a beautiful Discovery
I just need to pass the line Ken has set to separate Him from the Rest

But every time I put my hand on the book
I feel Love and Wisdom
Streaming through
And I hope, I really do
that my mind will find a way to tune-in to His

http://in.integralinstitute.org/
http://wilber.shambhala.com/

Inward Movement

Inward movement whisper
a bird flew onto my palm
to fulfill
a child's dream

inward movement scream
connecting to Aliens, Gods and Super-Humans
to unleash
the reasons why

inward movement prayer
a foot breaks with a full force
to get us
where we wanna be

Human Nature

If I treat you like a King
will you treat me any better?
If you treat me like a Queen
will I treat you any better?

Moon

'There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I've no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street

It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
Now I can never show my face at noon
And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street'

penned by Sting, courtesy of Mark

I do not do ordinary

Somebody called me today and said – I am just a normal bloke,
I am just a very ordinary chap but I love you

He must have dialed a wrong number
Or just got terribly confused

Because
I don’t do ordinaries!

Ordinaries do not play with love
Ordinaries do not touch with care
Ordinaries do not work with fun

They love
Only
When they get up on the right foot
When their girlfriend is angry with them
When their children are healthy or perhaps exceptionally sick
When they have no other worries or perhaps an exceptional worry
When money is not an issue
When their ex-wives do not shout at them
and of course
When the weather is good

Extra-Ordinaries sense the beauty in any wind
And they move with gentleness with much ease
They listen to their Souls and other people’s Souls
Taking every single day
As though it is the last one

Beauty is their armor
Love - their sword
Truth - their shield

They love because they worship love
And no girlfriends, money or thoughts
Can stop them from their quest

The ones I love and the ones who love me
Are extra-ordinaries
Love has a natural affection – it sticks only to them

So, sorry, wrong number - I do not do ordinaries - they are not fun!

This morning

Lemon trees
and a cat streching
under a bench
on a white step
at a street corner

Joy of Love

Joy of Love flows through me
laughing and screaming
just like Alex would

Joy of Love melts me
connecting us - exactly at 10:00
when my Guru thinks of me

Joy of Love takes me in
to bring Knowledge
of Eagle's flight

Joy of Love breaks into me
leaving traces of timelessness
guiding the flow of Life

Joy of Love

as
the deepest
Experience of Present

as
an open
Window of Consciousness

as the centre
of
all our endings and
beginnings

as the most Mystical
reality of Unity

connecting
with the depths
of Truth

opening new
path-ways and
possibilities

Radiating
Being
Spreading

Joy of Love

Force of Life

Defining the intention
of our heart's desire
we discover
the Force of Life

Vision of Light

How many of you wish to be Wizards
when you grow old?

How many of you want to fly?

I wished to become a dragon – he said
And he looked at us with eyes filled with fire

The Wizard of Earth’s Sea
Descended to tell us a secret of

ABRACADABRA

Get to know – he said - God’s true name
The word will initiate Power
Gate keepers of Ancient Knowledge
Will open their doors s
Mythological Archetypes will start their dance
Leading you to your tribal clout

Skeletons scattered over the burial grounds
Ancestors with their weapons and spears
Saints and Demons
Doctors and Gypsies
Healers and Witches
Will join you
To celebrate
The Birth of Self
Power of the Mind to change the Body
The Vision of the Dominion of Light