Through
the magic of reflecting on the teachings, their force—sometimes clear,
sometimes obscure—will cause ferment in our minds from which we can
gradually distill the wisdom of reflection.
Tuesday, July 27, 2021
Monday, July 26, 2021
Via Daily Dharma: Every Day Is a Bonus
This
truth [of impermanence] changes our perspective and makes us much
happier. It helps us appreciate the life we have right now—moment by
moment. It helps us understand that every day is a bonus.
Sunday, July 25, 2021
Via Ram Dass - Love Serve Remember Foundation // Words of Wisdom - July 25, 2021 💌
You and I are the force for transformation in the world. We are the
consciousness that will define the nature of the reality we are moving
into. - Ram Dass
Via Daily Dharma: Unfolding in Freedom
Just
as love must be allowed to unfold and cannot be forced, our broader
experience of life and death can truly unfold only in the freedom of
mutual encounter between us and the world.
Saturday, July 24, 2021
Via Tricycle -- Embracing the Buddha
Embracing the Buddha
By Mindy Newman and Kaia Fischer
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Via Daily Dharma: What Is Correct Concentration?
Only
the mind that is void of grasping at and clinging to “I” and “mine” can
have the true and perfect stability of correct concentration.
Friday, July 23, 2021
Via Tricycle // Dawn Scott
 The Steadying Power of Patience
With Dawn Scott |
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Via Daily Dharma: The Circle of Practice
Each
moment of practice encompasses enlightenment, and each moment of
enlightenment encompasses practice. In other words, practice and
enlightenment—process and goal—are inseparable. The circle of practice
is complete even at the beginning.
Thursday, July 22, 2021
Via Lama Surya Das
tSponsSoredoWhen a water drop merges with the ocean, it is indivisible from the ocean. And the one space on the outside and inside of a broken vase cannot be differentiated, but extends into a single, all-pervasive space. Likewise, in the identification within yourself of the pure awareness, the nature of your mind, there is nothing to be altered and nothing else with which to engage.
Via Daily Dharma: Mountains Are Simply Mountains
In
our essence of mind, mountains are simply mountains, flowers are
flowers, and the sound of the wind is the sound of the wind. We hear, we
see, and we leave each thing as we hear or see it, adding nothing at
all to it.
Wednesday, July 21, 2021
Via White Crane Institute // This Day in Gay History
1899 -
HART CRANE – American poet, born (d: 1932). Crane’s father, Clarence, was a successful Ohio businessman who had made his fortune in the candy business by inventing the Life Saver (an odd foreshadowing of the poet’s death, ironically). Crane was Gay and associated his sexuality with his vocation as a poet. Raised in the Christian Science tradition of his mother, he never ceased to view himself as a outsider in relation to society. However, as poems such as "Repose of Rivers" make clear, he felt that this sense of alienation was necessary for him to attain the visionary insight that formed the basis for his poetic work. It is one of the classic Gay Archetypes.
Throughout the early 1920s, small but well-respected literary magazines published some of Crane’s lyrics, gaining him, among the avant-garde, a respect that White Buildings (1926), his first volume, ratified and strengthened. White Buildings contains many of Crane’s best lyrics, including "For the Marriage of Faustus and Helen," and a powerful sequence of erotic poems called "Voyages," written while he was falling in love with Emil Opffer, a Danish merchant marine.
Faustus and Helen was part of a larger artistic struggle to meet the modern world with something more than despair. Crane identified T.S. Eliot with that kind of despair, and while he acknowledged the greatness of The Waste Land, he also said it was "so damned dead," an impasse, and a refusal to see "certain spiritual events and possibilities." Crane’s self-appointed work would be to bring those spiritual events and possibilities to poetic life, and so create "a mystical synthesis of America." He meant an epic poem.
This ambition would finally issue in The Bridge (1930), where the Brooklyn Bridge is both the poem’s central symbol and its poetic starting point.
Just before noon on April 27, 1932, on a steamship passage back to New York from Mexico — right after he was reportedly beaten for making sexual advances to a male crew member — he committed suicide by jumping into the Gulf of Mexico. Although he had been drinking heavily and left no suicide note, witnesses believed Crane's intentions to be suicidal, as several reported that he exclaimed "Goodbye, everybody!" before throwing himself overboard. His body was never recovered.
A marker on his father's tombstone in Garrettsville includes the inscription, "Harold Hart Crane 1899-1932 LOST AT SEA" ("Voyager," John Unterecker, 1969). Crane's suicide inspired several works of art by noted artist Jasper Johns, including "Periscope" and "Diver." Hart Crane: Complete Poems & Selected Letters (Langdon Hammer, ed.)
Today's Gay Wisdom
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Repose Of Rivers
By Hart Crane
The willows carried a slow sound,
A sarabande the wind mowed on the mead.
I could never remember
That seething, steady leveling of the marshes
Till age had brought me to the sea.
Flags, weeds. And remembrance of steep alcoves
Where cypresses shared the noon’s
Tyranny; they drew me into hades almost.
And mammoth turtles climbing sulphur dreams
Yielded, while sun-silt rippled them
Asunder ...
How much I would have bartered! the black gorge
And all the singular nestings in the hills
Where beavers learn stitch and tooth.
The pond I entered once and quickly fled—
I remember now its singing willow rim.
And finally, in that memory all things nurse;
After the city that I finally passed
With scalding unguents spread and smoking darts
The monsoon cut across the delta
At gulf gates ... There, beyond the dykes
I heard wind flaking sapphire, like this summer,
And willows could not hold more steady sound.
Via Daily Dharma: Fold Into Now
When
we immerse ourselves in a moment and meet it in its suchness or
wholeness—whether through prayer or meditation, or through more
“profane” activities like doing the laundry or having a cup of tea—all
of time gets folded into a single point: now.
Tuesday, July 20, 2021
Via White Crane Institute // ORPHEUS
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ORPHEUS: traditional date of birth. Orpheus was the son of Calliope and either Oeagrus or Apollo. He was the greatest musician and poet of Greek myth, whose songs could charm wild beasts and coax even rocks and trees into movement. He was one of the Argonauts, and when the Argo had to pass the island of the Sirens, it was Orpheus' distractions that prevented the crew from being lured to destruction. This much of the legend of Orpheus is fairly certain. It's the final days of Orpheus, however, that are the subject of varying stories.
One such version justified Orpheus' inclusion here. The celebrated Thracian musician became a follower of Dionysius and, it is believed, soothed the Argonauts with means other than mere melodies, thus introducing homophile love into Greece. As a result, Orpheus was soundly hated by Aphrodite who considered him a competitor and rival. Orpheus met his end at the hands of the women of Thrace who, because the handsome hunk refused to pay them any attention, tore him to pieces.
And…speaking of charming Thracians…
Via Daily Dharma: Failure Is Natural
Before
you meet with success, failure is natural and necessary. As a baby
learns to walk, it keeps falling down. Is this failure?
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