Monday, January 6, 2020

on the wily nature of the ego

I’ve been thinking a lot about the power of how we are conditioned influences so dramatically how I think and how I can so easily think that I am right and others are wrong when what is going on is simply the clash of two different collections of conditioning. It SEEMS so obvious that I am right and those who disagree with me are wrong. And for those with opposing perspectives, that they are right and I am wrong. 

Very recently I have become aware that even my ‘insight’ (and I do believe it is a valuable insight if I may say so :-) is also based on my conditioning and can create a mindset within me wherein, again, I am right and others who might not agree with me or not have ‘attained my high level on awareness’ are wrong. 

Somehow related, I am reminded of a talk given by a Tibetan rinpoche to a large collection of highly esteemed medical researchers and providers. This was about 20 years ago. At the end of his talk he rose to his feet and proclaimed without hesitation, “The trouble with you Westerners is you take yourselves way to seriously.” He then burst into laughter and walked off the stage. I smugly thought to myself, “this man is so awesomely spot on!” 

It has taken me 20 years to finally see he was also talking about me!

Ahhh, the humorous and ironically pesky and persistent nature of the ego. 

Ahhh, the equally persistent call to return to the true knowing of the present moment. 

Beyond ideas of right doing and wrong doing
There is a field
I will meet you there. 

Ahhh, the poetry of Rumi.

Saturday, December 14, 2019

tapestry of light - Nityananda

wrung from the loom of compassion
shimmering in form
intricate in expression
of a cloth exquisite and simple and elegant

seen by each of us 
within the context of our own lives 
yet always bringing us forward
to our own true nature. 

what have we done to deserve this
who cares
what does it matter
as you enfold us in the privilege of your intention
and with the ability to share impeccably the warmth of this textured beatitude with us all
for are you not us 

Monday, October 28, 2019

oh tweety tweety bird, and more...

The was once a little tweety bird, curiously orange in colour, who sat in the safety of his little nest and tweeted away day and night.  Well, one day this little bird fell out of his nest.  He glided down down down and landed gently upon the ground.  Looking around, he realized he was in an unfamiliar world and just maybe out of his league a little bit, and damn it was cold.  So, shivering, he straightened his back stuck out his chest, lifted his head and went, “Tweet, tweet, tweet.”  Well, not much time passed before a cow lumbered into view in a slow and somewhat meandering fashion, though it might not be said that the creature was in any way fashionable. This newcomer became aware of the ongoing tweeting, eyed the shivering tweety bird, stepped over him, and unloaded a big, steaming warm cow pie right on top of him.  

The tweety bird poked his head out of the warm, steaming, and probably somewhat odorous cow pie and felt rather humiliated by this situation.  The first thought that entered his mind was, “How dare someone drop a big, rather funky and noxious substance directly upon my poor little noggin!”  So, as you might guess, he straightened his back, stuck out his chest, lifted his head, and went, “tweet, tweet, tweet.”

Well, just a little bit later, a fox made the scene, just happened to be in the neighbourhood, browsing here and probably there as well.  He seemed a friendly little fellow, smiley of face and frisky of pace. He became aware of the ongoing tweeting, eyed the indignant tweety bird, stepped over him, and plucked him out of the big, steaming, warm and somewhat odorous cow pie.  “Oh, thank you thank you thank you,” sang the tweety bird, “for relieving me from this rather fetid and one might say gamy or even fusty and musty situation."  Then the fox, dusting him off carefully, smiled and plopped the tweety bird into his mouth.

I usually try to avoid providing the morals to stories I share, but this time I will make an exception.  

1. Sometimes when it looks like someone is trying to hurt you they are actually trying to help you.
2. Sometimes when it looks like someone is trying to help you they are actually trying to hurt you.
3. And finally, when you are up to your neck in cow pie – keep your mouth shut!


From the movie, My Name is Nobody...

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Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.
    Rumi

Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mother give birth to them, but... life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.
    Gabriel Garcia  
    Marquez

Don't compromise yourself. You're all you've got.
    Janis Joplin

The central inner conflict is one between the constructive forces of the real self and the obstructive forces of the pride system.
    Karen Horney

Who am I?  The great inquiry indeed.
    Yogananda 
    Paramhansa

Tuesday, October 22, 2019

please

keep coming back
sadness or fear whelms 
keep coming back
joy or love enthrals 
keep coming back 
someone offends you
a rose delights
the light turns red
you take something personally 
a smile brightens 
the bus arrives on time
keep coming back
back to the moment-to-moment 
the true knowing
keep coming back

Saturday, October 5, 2019

as if in a dream

As if in a dream, Nityananda said to Beer Gut Throwback, “Remember me each day until the last moon of summer and see what happens.” Beer Gut Throwback set his heart in these seven directions. Most days, he remembered well. And there were days when he looked directly at the picture of Nityananda, or loudly chanted his name, but didn't remember him in the least. And at times the passing hours would see that he had never opened any eye to Nityananda, but had found the intricate silken patterns of a flower petal lightly with his fingertip or felt in his skin the flight of the broadwinged raven among the branches. And through the passage of 309 days, a rusty inner world gave way to a warm breezed, morning autumn glen and in his outer world a thousand wild horses gathered to gaze kindly upon Sweet Sister breathing softly in the sandbox. 

Friday, September 27, 2019

Baldy Noodle and Little Beetle

Baldly Noodle, with humble yet self assured pontification, declared, “Gratitude is its own reward.”

"Forgiveness too," whispered Little Beetle.


Thursday, September 19, 2019

oh the struggles...

Sometimes I struggle with the difference between being right and needing to be right.

Sometimes I struggle with the difference between being authentic and being authentic as a weapon or a means to an end.

Sometimes I struggle with the difference between seeing a person as judgmental and judging a person for being judgmental.