Om

6.3.2013

It is well said that a mind creates worlds.


Mind refreshes, mind rejuvenates; mind creates and mind restores.

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Lift me up

Buddha's words.

You remind me

of my unborn state.

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To be free, to be wild – to release all, to be free is to smile. A smile rising from the purity of heart which remembers all good things – this smile contains the universe. This smile releases all fettered beings – this smile contains all music; it lights the universe, it is the removing of all illusion. This smile – love – binds the hearts of all beings. This light is the energy of all life – this healing is here, it is now, it is my all. This peace is my heart; my breath, my smile. In this my heart, my home, I create the world. I become the wish for healing of the world, for peace of the world. And in becoming the wish, I become the peace I wish for. My light is my peace; my heart is peace – my breath is peace, my life is peace. Every breath is peace. And so we know that a smile contains the universe, and the heart of being contains all peace, and lights the universe.


6.5.2013

What is the nature of our bodies? Of our sinew, muscle, bone and the rest? It is what we make it.

“I want peace to spread over the whole world, and every being to be happy and healthy and strong.” This is our best thought; it is our best self thinking. It's a child-like wisdom and new and strong, a positive and hopeful message, trusting of the universe to provide the possibility. There is no shadow in it, no blemish of doubt. It is the god-child within us.


6.17.2013

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I wrote some poetry the other day-

There is infinite love
No further than your fingertips,
No further than your heart.
There is boundless existence
Emanating from the eternal source
Which you are.
There is love in this child-
For I am a child
and always will be.

Divine creation starts anew,
This morning – every morning:
I'll stop and see the dawn.
All my heart to thee, peaceful soul.
And I am restful,
I breathe the hopeful air.
I am their witness
As they wake up from slumber,
As the dew goes dry.



It's unfinished; I think it should be longer when it is finished.

Do I have a plan? And what is the best way to live? If I have a plan it is to meditate, to live easily and freely and peacefully; it is to increase my wealth and power, to live in the quiet of the soul; to search for the love and joy of the sun. In this goal I will meditate. . . what is the truth?. . . what is the light? I feel these are the only answers truly worth seeking. And it is best to search for them with a little guidance from the wisest masters of humanity. . It is better to search for the wisest people who lived, and to learn about them and from them, than to approach these questions without any guidance. If we don't consciously look for the greatest wisdom that's in the world, then we will more likely give up disappointed before the quest is over.

I am of course not suggesting to adhere to any one philosophy blindly – but to follow one's heart when seeking out the wise. . . and indeed it was a wise being, the Buddha, who said “do not follow any doctrine that does not convince your reason and heart deeply of its truth.” But still, having discernment, seek what faithfully remains true; seek what is accurate, and what brings happiness, health, power and peace.

Whatever else has occurred; whatever error, truth, tragedy, beauty, love or pain, know this: that you create yourself. If you are not already at peace – complete peace; supreme, infinite peace – say to yourself every day, “I create my world,” “I and my world are one,” until you come to know it is true. Do you know it is true?

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My work is to grow myself. My effort is to know peace. My knowledge is that I am creating, changing the whole world; I am moving the universe by my movement. I am waving the wheat, I am shining the sun, I am flowing the oceans, and I am living all over.

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One breath is all it takes to return to the now. One smile is all it takes to relax the facial muscles. I reach out, to touch eternity – is there any way to know I will reach it? I reach out, to teach eternity – here is beauty! My childhood is so beautiful. . . it was happy – it was well, it was rich with experience. I could never imagine it better or wish it different. It led me to understanding, to know the path. I know great love and sorrow, but I know most importantly how to control myself, how to understand others.

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I feel like a story teller, writing down a fictional tale. And so like it is to the truth, after all this talk of creation. Tell me, where does fiction and truth join together? Where is the overlapping of the two? Is there such a thing or place? One candidate is the lives that are not genuine, not real. Based on superfluities and built on and on until the essential parts of them are nothing more than reflections of illusions. . . this we may state is both fiction and also real. But this – the passive example. The more appealing and satisfying example also exists; that of the self-discovery of the truth-seeker, once the first taste of truth is experienced. In this active case truth and fiction meet because the fiction that some of our circumstances are beyond our control and the truth that we create our whole world meet as one. Both are in an effect true, but the first one truly is a fiction, while the second one is a deep truth, that is only discovered and known after a very long time, and a very rare realization on our planet. The rarest.

In effect, our life is false if we are false, and our life is real if we are real. It may seem two-dimensional, and it may said to be so, as long as we view it as such, and yet, there is another dimension to be experienced. . . Life, in light of the other dimension, that of creation, is truly like a three-D model compared with a two-D picture. It is a person writing a book, with all the infinite sounds, smells, sights around him, as compared with a character in that book. So fact and fiction meet every day, all the time, in our lives on this planet.