Saturday, January 3, 2015

Hatred as Beauty


THE BEAUTY OF HATRED
I'm going to say something very spiritually incorrect.
It is okay to hate. Or rather, the energy of hatred, when it arises in your present experience, when it burns fiercely in your belly, chest, throat, head, is not an energy to dismiss, or deny, or destroy, or be ashamed of. That would just add another layer of resistance to the living moment. Hate is a valid movement of life, a vibrant wave in the vast ocean of things. It is something in you that just wants to be felt, allowed, embraced as part of a bigger picture of reality.
It is a lost child, wandering in the darkness, seeking your light.
Note, I am not talking about 'acting upon' the energy of hate, blaming others for the way you feel, destroying others to find your own peace, but deeply allowing that powerful energy to move in you, letting it stay as long as it needs to stay, and burn as long as it needs to burn, and dissolve in its own time. When you acknowledge that hate is in you but do not identify with it, when you allow yourself to feel and honour its power and don't run away from it or judge it as 'bad' or 'evil' or 'destructive', when you allow those powerful forces to dance, you may discover one of the most profound truths about reality:
Hate is not the opposite of love. Love has no opposite. Love is so vast and timeless that it cannot be opposed or destroyed, just as the words in a book, however violent or intense, cannot harm the pages themselves. It is the light that knows no darkness, and its shadows have no power of their own. It would allow the energy of hate to burn within it, and embrace it as its own child, unconditionally so. Thus the hate is rendered powerless, and seen to be a fierce expression of love and its longing.
Nobody has ever hated anyone or anything. We have only been seeking love in desperate ways.
Here is an invitation to discover a love so huge that it would be willing to feel hatred towards 'another', and to know that this has nothing to do with the 'other' at all! They are innocent! Nobody is to blame! Discover that you are life itself, and ALL of life's energies can flow through you, come home to you, rest in your embrace!
Simply put, you can love another so much that you suddenly allow yourself to hate them ("them"), for you are willing to let even that energy in. You are willing to drop all your images of yourself, the 'nice and good boy or girl', or the 'perfect and enlightened spiritual being', images that are dead and second-hand, and always have been. You are willing to cease trying to hold it all together, and you let it all fall apart, for Truth, for realness.
Sometimes you have to feel hatred burning inside you to remember that you are alive, and sensitive, and open, and capable of holding huge things, capable of giving birth to universes, and in the midst of the hatred you discover a love so deep and radical that it silences the mind and breaks the heart clean open.
You thought you hated. In reality, you loved so very deeply. That is why you were able to hate at all.
Seen in this awakened light, even hate can be a gateway to love, if you are willing to look inside, and leave the paradigm of guilt, blame and retribution, and seeking peace outside yourself, and come closer to what you actually feel in the moment.
For when you are willing to feel hate's power, to honour the life in it, to bow before it, to dignify it with your loving attention, it cannot coagulate or solidify into "I hate you".
And perhaps you will look back, and realise that it was never 'hate' at all, for that is just a concept you picked up at kindergarten. It was love, ingeniously disguised, calling, beckoning, whispering, "I am still here! I am still here!".
And so you can say to a friend, and a friend can say to you, "I have discovered that love is not a finite commodity, nor a fleeting feeling, nor a task at which I can fail or succeed. It is a living field, a field that embraces and endures, and, in the moment, you can hate me with every fibre of your being, and I you, yet the field remains, and we are held there in our pain and our sacredness, always..."
- Jeff Foster

Stimulation


Stimulation

With our searching
searching the world
for the new
new opportunities
new relationships
new meditations
new spiritual paths..
These bring rewards
temporary with 
unhappiness and
new searching..
The wise have
counseled that
we are what
we are seeking..
So our searching
seems as simple
stimulation for
locating our Self...!

Friday, January 2, 2015

Colors of the spirit


“Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Stillness in the Movement














THE STILLNESS IN THE MOVEMENT

There is no such thing as a thought from the past.
Who we truly are does not ‘travel’ into the past in or as thought. A thought about the past, a memory, a fragment of time, an impression, a recollection, arises in the present.
A thought about the future, a dream of what may or may not happen, a fantasy of time, does not happen in the future, it happens here, now.
Past and future do not 'happen' in the past or future, just as a movie set in the past does not cause the movie screen itself to travel into the past. Past and future happen here, where you are. The movie screen is timeless yet holds all movements of time. All thoughts are present thoughts!
This moment is not really a ‘moment’ separate from any other moment at all. It is not a sliver of time sandwiched between a past and future moment. This moment is the vast field of presence, where past and future arise and fall, where dreams are born and die, where thoughts, sensations, sounds, smells, feelings, all arise and dissolve, leaving no trace.
This moment is vast and timeless and holds everything. Since the words ‘moment’ and ‘movement’ come from the same root, it may be better to call this THE PRESENT MOVEMENT. The present movement of life! The movement of thoughts, sensations, feelings, time itself...
And what is aware of all this movement? What holds, embraces, allows this dance, yet never itself moves? That which you truly are. Your unchanging nature. Awareness itself.
In the midst of all the movement of life, the total stillness of you!

- Jeff Foster



Thursday, January 1, 2015

Days are numbered






















Days are numbered

The separate-self by the ego energized
becomes frightened when the Self peeks through..
When glimpsed just once the Self has a foothold
prompting those questions of What am I..?
But then we ask about separation's long story
since birth until this moment, with joy and pain
our lives have unfolded and the folds seem certain..
But the Self is not deterred, and appears again..
Our question is louder and the response is silence..
The frightened self recounts many victories
but knows now separate days are numbered...


A galaxy BETWEEN


A galaxy between

Between
spiral and elliptical
opening and closing
heaven and earth
not spiral not elliptical
and many more
imagined betweens
this superposition
this gestalt
a new awareness
we can recognize
as our home...


Galaxy IC 335 in front of a backdrop of distant galaxies.

Known as IC 335, the 45,000-light-year-long galaxy is part of a four-galaxy group located 60 million light-years away in the Fornax Cluster. NASA says evidence suggests the galaxy has an intermediate shape--though it's a bit hard to tell because our vantage point here on Earth (or in orbit around Earth in this case) lets us see only its edge.

"It clearly isn't an elliptical galaxy since it looks flat, but it doesn't seem to have matter between the stars...so the scientists involved classify it as an intermediate type between spirals and ellipticals," Dr. Jay M. Pasachoff, professor of astronomy at Williams College in Williamstown, Massachusetts, and co-author of The Cosmos: Astronomy in the New Millennium, told The Huffington Post in an email.

The galaxy consists mainly of aging stars, according to NASA. But no matter its shape or the age of its stars, it sure is beautiful!

I Choose to Begin

















I Choose to Begin

I love all beginnings, despite their anxiousness and their uncertainty, which belong to every commencement. If I have earned a pleasure or a reward, or if I wish that something had not happened; if I doubt the worth of an experience and remain in my past--then I choose to begin at this very second.
     Begin what? I begin. I have already thus begun a thousand lives.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Early Journals
from Macy  & Barrows, A Year with Rilke

Photo (KKTV) from  fireworks display on Pikes Peak by Adaman Club welcoming 2015..