Yours sincerely,
Eugene Mezentsev from Russia, Krasnoyarsk.
MACE MEALER
from the Dzogchen list
Fellow traveler
is it so strange
that we should speak
and in the speaking
share the experience
of our disparate journeys,
no one sees it quite the same,
and even in the knowing that it is.
Will we not celebrate this momentary
departure from the chorus
of our unity with
compassionate interest
and virtuous discourse?
[Reply to someone [I think on guru ratings] who insisted
that the words of sages [alone] cannot push you towards
Self Realization]
People say the mind cannot solve anything. They say
words cannot get you enlightenment! So how do you
arrive at dispassion, surrender, acceptance,
understanding, faith, effort, self-inquiry etc.? I use
my mind, what do you use?
It is the mind which in the first place created this
division and separation. And it is the mind itself
through understanding and acceptance/surrender can make
you whole again.
R.K. SHANKAR
from the I Am list
(1) Know that (you) must know the Pure Whole Self
(2) shining within (and) with the husk and others of the
body of five sheath(/s),
(3) removing them (the five sheaths) by pounding (them)
with firm sharp intelligence
(4) akin to (knowing) the rice (by pounding the
rice-grain with the pestle, and removing the outer
covering of husk etc.).
Translation of Atma Bodha verse 16 by Sri Bhagawan
"Even so early in the morning the sun was hot and
burning. There wasn't a breeze and not a leaf was
stirring. In the ancient temple it was cool and
pleasant; the bare feet were aware of the solid slabs of
rocks, their shapes and their unevenness. Many thousands
of people must have walked on them for a thousand years.
It was dark there after the glare of the morning sun and
in the corridors there seemed to be few people that
morning and in the narrow passage it was still darker.
This passage led to a wide corridor which led to the
inner shrine. There was a strong smell of flowers and
the incense of many centuries. And a hundred Brahmanas,
freshly bathed, in newly washed white loin cloths, were
chanting. Sanskrit is a powerful language, resonant
with depth. The ancient walls were vibrating, almost
shaking to the sound of a hundred voices. The dignity of
the sound was incredible and the sacredness of the
moment was beyond the words. It was not the words that
awakened this immensity but the depth of the sound of
many thousand years held within these walls and in the
immeasurable space beyond them. It was not the meaning
of those words, nor the clarity of their pronunciation,
nor the dark beauty of the temple but the quality of
sound that broke walls and the limitations of the human
mind. The song of a bird, the distant flute, the breeze
among the leaves, all these break down the walls the
human beings have created for themselves."
~J. Krishnamurti.
From the book, "J. Krishnamurti's Journal,"
published by Harper.
