You Are Free

Did you know that you have to make a formula if you really want to practice and enjoy life. I’m not telling you to renounce the world and go to the Himalayas with Swami Rama, this is not my point. I want you to live here and enjoy life and yet remain above, as a realized being, a jivan mukta. How is it possible? Many people become swamis and how many swamis disappoint us? I once asked my Master, “What is this fun in the world? So many swamis?” He said, “Look here, everybody has good intentions to do something but they don’t. They are not competent, they are not able, they don’t find the way, so don’t blame anyone. They are trying, they are making efforts.”


I said, “Ok. Out of 13,000 swamis I met in my life, I met only three people, rare people.” Then I said, “Why, why this?” He said, “All other swamis are like a hedge, and the rare ones are like the real flowers.” He told me, “Come on. I’ll make a formula for you. Share it with your students, share it with the people who come in touch with you: All the things of the world are meant for you. Please enjoy them. But they are not yours, don’t get attached to them.” You have no right to get attached to them. There is nothing wrong with your enjoyment. If there is anything wrong it’s getting attached. Where are you committing a mistake? You get attached to the things of the world which are not yours. Actually they are meant for you.

So the first principle is that all the things of the world are meant for me. I will enjoy them but I will not get attached. Second principle, I will be conscious of the truth or fact that the Lord of life is within me. Thirdly, I will meditate, go within, beyond body, breath, and mind, to enjoy that silence which is the living silence within. If you just follow these principles, you are free.

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Therapy

Some people extol the virtues of therapy, others think it's a waste of time and money. I personally swear by massage therapy, chocolate therapy, and retail therapy (preferably a combination of all three in the same afternoon.)

Kisses...

I Choose To Be Gentle

Because nothing is won by force. I choose to be gentle.

If I raise my voice may it only be in praise.

If I clinch my fist, may it be only in prayer.

If I make a demand, may it be only of myself.

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Love To All

Happy Valentines Day

Lord...

Because love always perseveres…

Help my heart continually beat with love for You and others.

Thank you for this day when we celebrate love,

and for showing us what that word really means.

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Remember

“Whatever the course of our lives, we should receive them as the highest gift from the hand of God, in which equally reposed the power to do nothing whatever for us.

Indeed, we should accept misfortune not only in thanks, but in infinite gratitude to Providence, which by such means detaches us from an excessive love of Earthly things and elevates our minds to the celestial and the divine.”

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Your Book

Grace

Grace defines you. As grace sinks in, earthly labels fade. Society labels you like a can on an assembly line. Stupid, Unproductive, Slow learner, Fast talker. Quitter, Cheapskate. But as grace infiltrates, criticism disintegrates. You know that you are not who they say you are. You are who God says you are. Spiritually alive. Heavenly positioned. Connected to the Father. A billboard of mercy. An honored child.

Of course, not all labels are negative. Some people regard you as beautiful, clever, successful, or efficient. But even a White House office doesn't compare with being "seated with him in the heavenly realms."

Let grace create your resume....

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Land Of Snows

O Great One, and disciples of the past, present, and future: Having remarkable qualities rare gifts of love. Immeasurably vast as the ocean, Who regard all helpless sentient beings as your only child; Please consider the truth of my anguished pleas.

May his teachings dispel the pain of worldly existence and self-oriented peace; May they flourish, spreading prosperity and happiness through-out this spacious world. O holders of the Light: scholars and realized practitioners; May your ten fold virtuous practice prevail.

Humble sentient beings, tormented by sufferings without cease, Completely suppressed by seemingly endless and terribly intense, negative deeds, May all their fears from unbearable war, famine, and disease be pacified, To freely breathe an ocean of happiness and well-being. And particularly the pious people of the Land of Snows who, through various means, Are mercilessly destroyed by barbaric hordes on the side of darkness, Kindly let the power of your compassion arise, To quickly stem the flow of blood and tears.

Those unrelentingly cruel ones, objects of compassion, Maddened by delusion's evils, wantonly destroy themselves and others; May they achieve the eye of wisdom, knowing what must be done and undone, And abide in the glory of friendship and love.

May this heartfelt wish of total freedom for all, Which has been awaited for a long time, be spontaneously fulfilled; Please grant soon the good fortune to enjoy The happy celebration of spiritual with temporal rule.

O protector, compassionately care for Those who have undergone myriad hardships, Completely sacrificing their most cherished lives, bodies, and wealth, For the sake of the teachings, practitioners, people, and nation.

Thus, the protector made vast prayers To fully embrace the Land of Snows; May the good results of these prayers now quickly appear. By the profound interdependence of emptiness and relative forms, Together with the force of great compassion in the Three Jewels and their Words of Truth, And through the power of the infallible law of actions and their fruits, May this truthful prayer be unhindered and quickly fulfilled.

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Behold

"And since there can be no tie of direct intercourse to bind the true God with His creation, and no resemblance whatever can exist between the transient and the Eternal, the contingent and the Absolute, He hath ordained that in every age and dispensation a pure and stainless Soul be made manifest in the kingdoms of earth and heaven."

Behold...

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Please Do Not Hurt Others

"Please don't hurt others...

Please try to work with people and be helpful to them.

A fantastically large number of people need help.

Please try to help them, for goodness sake, for heaven and earth.

Don't just collect Oriental wisdoms one after the other.

Don't just sit on an empty zafu, an empty meditation cushion.

But go out and try to help others, if you can.

That is the main point...

Your help doesn't have to be a big deal.

To begin with, just work with your friends and work with yourself at the same time.

It is about time we became responsible for this world."

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God Is In Control

"Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?"

What does worry gain us? It can't change the length of our days, except to change the health of our bodies. Ultimately, worry is the most self-defeating thing we can engage in. Besides, why should we give in to concern when God controls our lives? He will always set us on the right path, so we don't have to agonize over life's details.

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The Simple Truth

Let Me Be Your Secret

I stare now at a beautiful presence that sleeps. You take my breath away. Dream my love, ponder all that is, and was, and could be. Let me carry you into a world of complete awareness. You will never be alone, nor forgotten. Here you will be loved, protected and at peace for all eternity. Let me be your secret...

For forever and a day...

Shekinah

Shekinah is She Who Dwells Within,

The force that binds and patterns creation.

She is Birdwoman, Dragonlady,

Queen of the Heavens, Opener of the Way.

She is Mother of the Spiritworld,

Morning and Evening Star,

Dawn and Dusk.

She is Mistress of the Seas, Tree of Life,

Silvery Moon, Fiery Sun.

All these are Her Names.

Shekinah is Changig Woman, Nature herself,

Her own Law and Mystery.

She is cosmos, dark hole, fiery moment of beginning,

She is dust cloud, nebulae, the swirl of galaxies.

She is gravity, magnetic field,

the paradox of waves and particles.

Shekinah is unseen dark, invisible web,

Creatrix of complex systems,

expanding, contracting, spiralling, meandering,

The beginning of Wisdom.

Shekinah is Grandmother, Grandfather, Unborn Child,

Shekinah is life loving itself into being . . .

Shekinah Visits Me In My Dreams

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Self

The Souls of people, on their way to Earth-life, pass through a room full of Lights; Each takes a Taper, often only a spark, to guide it in the dim country of this world. But some souls are rare fortune, are detained longer and have time to grab a handful of Tapers, which they weave into a Torch. These are the Torch-Bearers of humanity, its Poets, Seers, and Saints, who lead and lift the race out of darkness, towards the Light. They are the lawgivers and the Saviors, the Light-Bring..ers, Way- Show..ers and Truth-Tell..ers, and without them, Humanity would Loose its way in the Dark...

I Am A Light In The Darkness

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I Am A Divine Spark

Not all are called to be artists in the specific sense of the term. Yet, all men and women are entrusted with the task of crafting their own life: in a certain sense, they are to make of it a work of art, a masterpiece.

It is important to recognize the distinction, but also the connection, between these two aspects of human activity. The distinction is clear. It is one thing for human beings to be the authors of their own acts, with responsibility for their moral value; it is another to be an artist, able, that is, to respond to the demands of art and faithfully to accept art's specific dictates. This is what makes the artist capable of producing objects, but it says nothing as yet of his moral character. We are speaking not of moulding oneself, of forming one's own personality, but simply of actualizing one's productive capacities, giving aesthetic form to ideas conceived in the mind.

The distinction between the moral and artistic aspects is fundamental, but no less important is the connection between them. Each conditions the other in a profound way. In producing a work, artists express themselves to the point where their work becomes a unique disclosure of their own being, of what they are and of how they are what they are. And there are endless examples of this in human history. In shaping a masterpiece, the artist not only summons his work into being, but also in some way reveals his own personality by means of it. For him art offers both a new dimension and an exceptional mode of expression for his spiritual growth. Through his works, the artist speaks to others and communicates with them. The history of art, therefore, is not only a story of works produced but also a story of men and women. Works of art speak of their authors; they enable us to know their inner life, and they reveal the original contribution which artists offer to the history of culture.

The theme of beauty is decisive for a discourse on art. It was already present when I stressed God's delighted gaze upon creation. In perceiving that all he had created was good, God saw that it was beautiful as well. The link between good and beautiful stirs fruitful reflection. In a certain sense, beauty is the visible form of the good, just as the good is the metaphysical condition of beauty. This was well understood by the Greeks who, by fusing the two concepts, coined a term which embraces both: kalokagathía, or beauty-goodness. On this point Plato writes: “The power of the Good has taken refuge in the nature of the Beautiful”.

It is in living and acting that man establishes his relationship with being, with the truth and with the good. The artist has a special relationship to beauty. In a very true sense it can be said that beauty is the vocation bestowed on him by the Creator in the gift of “artistic talent”. And, certainly, this too is a talent which ought to be made to bear fruit, in keeping with the sense of the Gospel parable of the talents.

Here we touch on an essential point. Those who perceive in themselves this kind of divine spark which is the artistic vocation—as poet, writer, sculptor, architect, musician, actor and so on—feel at the same time the obligation not to waste this talent but to develop it, in order to put it at the service of their neighbor and of humanity as a whole.

I Am A Divine Spark

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