in the whole course of her history, when in her soul she was fired with an ardent aspiration to be led

The theme of the Upanishads is called Brahma Vidya 
or Atma Vidya^ the Science of the Self. They are a gospel 
of inner illumination. The word Upanishad means inner 
knowledge, that which enters into the final truth and 
settles in it. They preserve the visions the ancient Seers 
had of the Reality, of ‘the Bright Immortal’. They also 
say how what they saw they realised in 


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their own life 
and consciousness. The Upanishads are also called 
sarva’-vidya-pratisthaj the foundation of all arts and 
sciences, but Vedanta^ the final development and expan- 
sion of Vedic wisdom, is the most accepted of its appella- 
tions. The Upanishads therefore are a book of knowledge, 
but knowledge in the profounder Indian sense of the word, 
jnana, ‘Not a mere thinking and considering by intelli- 
gence, the pursuit and grasping of a mental form of truth 
by the intellectual mind, but a seeing of it (Truth) with 
the soul and a total living in it with the power of the inner 
being, a spiritual seizing by a kind of identification with 
the object of knowledge jnana.'* And this kind of direct 
knowledge can be made complete by an integral knowing 
of the self. It was therefore the Self that the Vedantic 
sages sought to know, to live in and to be one with by iden- 
tity. And through this endeavour they came easily to see 
that the self in us is one with the universal self of all things 
and this self again is the same as God and Brahman, the 
transcendent Being or Existence, and they beheld, felt, 
lived in the inmost truth of all things in the universe and 
the inmost truth of man’s inner and outer existence by the 
light of this one and unifying vision. Thus the Upanishads 
are ‘epic hymns of self-knowledge and world-knowledge 
and God-knowledge’, the repository of all wisdom. 

The Upanishads regard man as a spirit veiled in the 
works of energy, but moving towards self-discovery. The 
essential divinity of man is emphasised in them with a 
cogency and a conviction that is as inspiring as rare in the 
spiritual record of the world. This intensity of conviction 
bespeaks the directness with which the Seers saw the One 
Reality and felt its presence within them, in all, in every- 
thing. The verse has been quoted before in which the 
Rishi declares that he has seen the Supreme Person 
whose light shines from beyond the darkness. To know 
Him seems indeed to have been the one dominating pas- 
sion of Indian life in that creative epoch, spiritually 
the most widely fruitful, in the whole course of her history, 
when in her soul she was fired with an ardent aspiration 
to be led 

‘from non-being to true being, 
from the darkness to the light, 
from death to immortality.’^ 
230 from dawn eternal , sisirkumar mitra

Tranquility Base/ Herstory,lyrics

Close your eyes and listen

be surprised what you hear

Bright eyes shine

In the light

You will be light, light, light

All the while

tell ourselves its a matter of time

and I saw you

turning circles

Breaking free

Shelter me

In times of old

you will behold

Burn Away the History

Stand your ground

You will be free.

below is from greencompassion.wordpress.com

I am exploring what gives rise to habit, thought, and the formation of a sense of self. With reference to my own experience, this essay explores the nature of samskaras how the Sutras and contemporary masters describe the process of  “burning the seeds” of habit, leading to real freedom.

What is a samskara?  Samskara is a Sanskrit term used in both Buddhism and classical yoga philosophy. Samskaras refer to imprints or impressions left on the mind by experiences, also called “subliminal impressions.” Subliminal, in this context, means in the impressions are lodged in the unconscious and subconscious mind. B.K.S. Iyengar writes that memory and samskaras are not only stored in the brain, but also in the body and in each cell (since the spinal column and the nerves which enervate each cell are an offshoot of the brain). In short, samskaras are impressions piled and stored in the unconscious and subconscious mind and body which propel us towards certain behaviors and their consequences.

The cause of samskaras or subliminal impressions can come from perception, inference, choices, practice, interaction with others, thoughts, intent, willful actions, education, background, culture, upbringing and even dreams and past lives. Samskaras manifest as habits, behavior (acara), character (silam), tendencies, and psychological predispositions. Actions based on samskaras can be skillful or unskillful, yet habituation based on samskaras is ultimately the cause of our limitations and a small sense of self (i.e. identifying with what we like and dislike, identifying with our habits or personality: “This is just how I am”).

Within Hindu and Buddhist cosmology, samskaras are also the seeds which cause rebirth and endless transmigration in samsara, the ocean of life and death or wheel of time, whose essential characteristic is suffering, disease, or unsatisfactoriness. 

The theory of karma is essentially the principle of cause and effect – that actions of body, speech and mind bear fruit.  From our actions of body, speech and mind, whether negative positive or somewhere in between, we reap corresponding results. Furthermore, the subtle imprints or “grooves” in the consciousness created by our actions become deeper and more enforced by repetition.  Repetition is a key factor in the formation of habits, whether positive or negative. In a sense, it is easy to change our habits — we merely need to repeat certain actions of body, speech and mind over a period of time and the habit will change, or new habits will be reinforced.

In Light on Life, B.K.S. Iyengar gives a down-to-earth example of how samskaras work, and how to break free of habitual patterns.  B.K.S. Iyengar uses the example of coming home to ice cream in the freezer after a hard day’s work. After returning home from work and seeing something pleasing to eat, the hand impulsively reaches for the tub — knowing the the immediate feeling of eating ice-cream is pleasurable, based on past experience. This impulse can easily overpower the mind, especially if the “groove” is deep enough. Here is where the mind and intelligence can intervene in the usual habit pattern.  Analysis and reasoning (vitarka) and reflection and consideration (vichara) are the first mental steps in overcoming habit energy. The mind needs to observe and reflect on whether an action is skillful or unskillful and anticipate the long term effects of the action, not only the immediate gratification. This process leads to discernment (viveka). After discernment has been reached, the mind is in a position to use its will (iccha) to act. This action, though likely more positive and skillful, is still in the realm of karma, and one reaps the corresponding effect, such as not feeling terrible after indulging in a tub of ice cream. After repeating this process the mind can create new, positive samkaras (or neural pathways). One is still not free from habit energy altogether, though the samkaras are being changed from negative to positive habits. However, the process of transformation has begun.  In relation to this, I found this writing from Swami Chidananda, from the Sivananda lineage: Here is a distillation for ways of working with habit:

  1. Identify the habit.

  2. Identify what is deeply and spiritually important in your life.

  3. Analyze and reflect if the habit is helpful or hurtful in both the short and long term – prioritize the long term in relation to your spiritual path and deepest yearnings.

  4. Set your mind to be aware of the habit and the impulses of mind.

  5. Practice not reacting to impulses.

  6. Cultivate positive habits over a long time, until they become natural.

  7. Practice friendliness, compassion, sympathetic joy and equanimity to yourself and others.

  8. Persevere and do not lose sight of your aim.

  9. Practice observing the mind in meditation, go deep.

  10. Continue, repeat, let go, surrender to higher self.

and Sutra I.33 maitri karuna muditopeksanam sukha duhkha punyapunya visayanam bhavanatas citta prasadana

Through cultivation friendliness, compassion, joy, and indifference to pleasure and pain, virtue and vice respectively, the consciousness becomes favourably disposed, serene and benevolent. trans. B.K.S. Iyengar 

Both of these Sutras indicate that our troubles and afflictions are rooted in unwholesome activity of body, speech and mind, which are themselves rooted in ignorance of the true nature of reality. These positive cultivations are a powerful practices and are helpful in overcoming habitual, unskillful states. Additionally, according to the Sutras, burning the seeds of habit, requires transformational insight (prajna), and breaking through all duality of good and bad habits into the realm of the unconditioned. B.K.S. Iyengar elucidates this in Sutras I.48 – I.51 with the dawning of rtambhara prajna – a seasoned intelligence or mature wisdom accompanied by intense insight.

Om shanti, shanti, shanti

https://greencompassion.wordpress.com/2017/06/24/samskaras-and-burning-the-seeds-of-habit/

To what piece of repose did the canary attach the yellow thread of her song?

 

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Keep calling me!
Sweet is your voice.
It is the green
Growing beyond the companionship of sorrow.

In the scopes of this silent era
I am lonelier than a song issuing
from the lane of perception.
Come, let me tell you about my infinite loneliness.
It could never have foreseen this incursion of your shape.
Such is the nature of love.

There is nobody about.
Let us steal a slice of life, then
Divide it in two parts.
Let us understand something from the condition of a stone,
And perceive more readily.
Look, the clock-hands of the fountain
Turn time into dust on the face of the pond.
Come, thaw in a line of silence like a word.
Melt love's shining mass in the palm of my hand.

Warm me.
(Once upon a Kashan plains it clouded over
And it started raining heavily
And I was cold. But then behind a rock
A poppy's furnace warmed me up.)

In these dark lanes
I fear mounting match-flares and doubts;
I dread the cement-face of this century.
Come, so I may not fear cities
where the black earth is pasture to cranes.
In this era of steel's rise, open me like a gate
on the fall of pears.
Lull me to sleep beneath a branch
far from the nocturnal grinding of metals
and wake me only if someone comes
who can unearth daylight ores.
Like jasmine emerging from behind your hands
I will wake up.
Only then
Tell me about the spray of bombs,
And about the eyes that streamed while I was sleeping.
Tell me how many ducks fled across the sea
while tanks tracked over childhood dreams.
To what piece of repose did the canary attach
the yellow thread of her song?
What innocent cargoes were unloaded at the quays?
What science uncovered the tuneful music and smell of bullets?
To what perception did the vague taste of bread
give rise in the mouths of prophets?

Then, like a faith warmed by the equator,
I will set you down at the seeding of an orchard.


(Translated by Ismail Salami) The Way to the Orchard

Sohrab Sepehri

H.C.Love  on the face of the pond

Bearing the sacred through time

the fields of light

photo by h.c.love

When each day is sacred

when each hour is sacred

when each instant is sacred

earth and you

space and you

bearing the sacred through time

you'll reach

the fields of light

The Task from selected poems by, Guillevic

A Work in Progress

Chariklo (Graceful Spinner) raises the question of how we take care of the masculine without harming ourselves. The ways in which we have been taught to serve men is greatly out of balance. As we have lost touch with our feminine power as women we have been forced to compensate by trying to fulfill an impossible social ideal that drains us and can leave us feeling bitter and resentful.

She knows of a different way. A way that can truly heal and honour the masculine, touching his heart, body and soul and elevating his spirit beyond the restrictive confines of an equally oppressive masculine cultural condition.

Chariklo’s gift teaches us that we are free to receive and surrender to the wisdom of the masculine and his ability to heal us, and at the same time serve the masculine- a symbiosis that facilitates a profound healing for both.

She is the feminine principle that can heal the wounded masculine not through judgement, criticism, rejection, and emasculation but through love, receptivity, compassion and a feminine wisdom that transcends duality.

She helps us to heal the core wounds of disconnection and separation transmuting them into a feminine Christ consciousness. She is one of the light bearer goddess archetypes and can deprogram our over-loaded, fragile minds returning us to a state of embodied mysticism- the mystery of spirit and matter. The body dies without spirit and the spirit is homeless without a body.

In her original form Chariklo is a water nymph who shapeshifts into a Centaur- a chimera of half woman, half horse. This blend tells us that she is still fully in touch with her primal instincts as well as her spiritual feminine essence. Her ability to shift from one state to another also reveals her shamanic abilities.

She is the receptive feminine principle, fluid and life giving in accordance with natural cycles, the moon, and the higher spiritual laws beyond man-made laws and desires. She does not judge. She is not Kali whose purpose, like Pluto, is to transform at all cost, rather her power is the power of love and a deep wisdom of the cosmic principles. - gnosticwoman.com

In YOU, Who were a child once in you.

child self H.C. Love

photo H.C.Love

 

 

The Grown-Up

All this stood upon her and was the world

and stood upon her with all its fear and grace

as trees stand, growing straight up, imageless

yet wholly image, like the Ark of God,

and solemn, as if imposed upon a race.

As she endured it all: bore up under

the swift-as-flight, the fleeting, the far-gone,

the inconceivably vast, the still-to-learn,

serenely as a woman carrying water

moves with a full jug. Till in the midst of play,

transfiguring and preparing for the future,

the first white veil descended, gliding softly

over her opened face, almost opaque there,

never to be lifted off again, and somehow

giving to all her questions just one answer:

In you, who were a child once-in you.

Translated by Stephen Mitchell

Rainer Maria Rilke

I discovered you in the museum of shipwrecks ...

I discovered you in the museum of shipwrecks, I thought of the ships and men made to last the hands of time… I decided to dedicate this song and dance to all souls lost to Poseidon’s wrath… Excerpt from Museum of Shipwrecks H.C.Love

needle at the bottom of the sea #2 H.C.Love, museum of shipwrecks

needle at the bottom of the sea #2 H.C.Love, museum of shipwrecks

Needle at the bottom of the sea… H.C.Love

Needle at the bottom of the sea… H.C.Love

Not finally brought home to God
by those mortals who know
how it all is and organize that
around the edges of words
that make up the towns
and train schedules
of understanding's itinerary, nor even
by the lovely vibrations that linger
after special evening concerts
of happy angels on tour
through form. Instead
brought home by the wind
coming from way out there,
unknown and holy, beyond the sea cliffs
of solitude, the same wind
that since the beginning of longing
has been embraced to the core
by those who have flung their hearts
past the promontory of certainty
out into the open sea: simply to hear
a voice that meets your own
real as a spray of water
full on your face, faithful
as the golden sun
that sets or rises someplace
on earth always, always the horizon
where the One soul of us all
is waveless and deep,
speaking of love night and day.

Blown Home by Jon Fox

Museum of Shipwrecks series mix media , H.C.Love

Museum of Shipwrecks series mix media , H.C.Love


















I do not stand alone...

“Even if our efforts of attention seem for years to be producing no result, one day a light that is in exact proportion to them will flood the soul.” - Simone Weil

“The beauty of the world is the mouth of a labyrinth. The unwary individual who on entering takes a few steps is soon unable to find the opening. Worn out, with nothing to eat or drink, in the dark, separated from his dear ones, and from everything …

“The beauty of the world is the mouth of a labyrinth. The unwary individual who on entering takes a few steps is soon unable to find the opening. Worn out, with nothing to eat or drink, in the dark, separated from his dear ones, and from everything he loves and is accustomed to, he walks on without knowing anything or hoping anything, incapable even of discovering whether he is really going forward or merely turning round on the same spot. But this affliction is as nothing compared with the danger threatening him. For if he does not lose courage, if he goes on walking, it is absolutely certain that he will finally arrive at the center of the labyrinth. And there God is waiting to eat him. Later he will go out again, but he will be changed, he will have become different, after being eaten and digested by God. Afterward he will stay near the entrance so that he can gently push all those who come near into the opening.” Simone Weil, Waiting for God

This LIFE with all its many moving parts

torn and tattered hearts

playing out our countless fruitless parts…

frayed and forlorn we carry on.

I do not walk ALONE.

Through tall grass and cobblestone learning from the past on the path of light a beacon set for our true Home.

I do not stand alone.

“Among the many splendored things”

all shines amidst the lands that sing of a country claimed and yet unknown

to people walled in glass and concrete,

metallic skies

forsaking past for a future that moves too fast

into a vast perpetual storm.

Islands filled with cash

high tech bunkers built to last

while our lands and oceans filled with trash

Frayed and forlorn we carry on.

The false gods we treasure so, who rant, prance, and boast,

and do not speak of what matters most.

Countries collective minds filled with hate

while earths shores and oceans filled with toxic waste

Learning from the past you can no longer take it back

frayed and forlorn we carry on…

On the path of light a beacon set for our true Home.

I do not walk ALONE.

-H.C.Love

Lost yesterday somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours...

Lost yesterday somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever. - Horace Mann

Beside a massive gateway built up in years gone by. Upon whose top the clouds in eternal shadow lie, while streams the evening sunshine on quiet wood and lea. I stand and calmly wait till the hinges turn for me.

- William Cullen Bryant

 

Gateway H.C.Love 2017
gift of presence golden gateway

gift of presence golden gateway