First,
one must get to know oneself. Then, having become familiar with
oneself, one can live one’s life more deeply. Living one’s life more
deeply is the meaning of dharma.
Monday, June 21, 2021
Sunday, June 20, 2021
Via Daily Dharma: Work Directly With the Mind
To
cultivate a steady mind independent of circumstances, we must work with
the mind itself. Working directly with the mind uncovers the inherent
quality of meditative awareness.
—Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche with Helen Tworkov, “The Good Shepherd”
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Via Ram Dass - Love Serve Remember Foundation // Words of Wisdom - June 20, 2021 💌
Love holds the universe together. Love is the emotion of connection and merging. Viewed from the soul, this world is a manifestation of love. Love is the bridge, the transfer of energy between form and formless, matter and spirit.
- Ram Dass -
From the memoir Being Ram Dass co-authored by Rameshwar Das
Saturday, June 19, 2021
Via White Crane Institute // JUNETEENTH
2018 -
JUNETEENTH, also known as Juneteenth Independence Day or Freedom Day; Winston Churchill famously quipped that “America always does the right thing...after it tries everything else. Juneteenth
is an American holiday that celebrates our finally getting this part
right. It commemorates the June 19, 1865, announcement of the abolition
of slavery in the state of Texas, and more generally the emancipation of
enslaved African-Americans throughout the former Confederacy of the
southern United States. Its name is a portmanteau of "June" and
"nineteenth", the date of its celebration.
Juneteenth is only recognized as a state holiday or special
day of observance in forty-five states, and primarily in local
celebrations. Traditions include public readings of the Emancipation
Proclamation, singing traditional songs such as "Swing Low Sweet
Chariot" and "Lift Every Voice and Sing", and reading of works by noted
African-American writers such as Ralph Ellison and Maya Angelou.
Celebrations may include rodeos, street fairs, cookouts, family
reunions, park parties, historical reenactments, and Miss Juneteenth
contests. The Macogos descendants of Black Seminoles of Coahulla, Mexico
also celebrate the Juneteenth.
In 1996 the first legislation to recognize "Juneteenth
Independence Day" was introduced in the U.S. House of Representatives,
H.J. Res. 195, sponsored by Barbara Rose Collins (D-MI). In 1997
Congress recognized the day through Senate Joint Resolution 11 and House
Joint Resolution 56. In 2013 the U.S. Senate passed Senate Resolution
175, acknowledging Lula Briggs Galloway (late president of the National
Association of Juneteenth Lineage) who "successfully worked to bring
national recognition to Juneteenth Independence Day", and the continued
leadership of the National Juneteenth Observance Foundation. In 2018
Apple added Juneteenth to its calendars in iOS under official US
holidays.
On June 15, 2021, the Senate unanimously passed the Juneteenth National Independence Day Act, establishing
Juneteenth as a federal holiday; it subsequently passed through
the House of Representatives by a 415–14 vote on June 16. President Joseph Biden signed the bill on
June 17, 2021, making Juneteenth the eleventh American federal holiday
and the first to obtain legal observance as a federal holiday
since Martin Luther King Jr. Day was designated in 1983.
Via Daily Dharma: Find Your Ground
Anger
and rage can be all-consuming and render us ineffective. Meditation
practice becomes a way to re-center ourselves and find our ground, time
and time again.
—Cheryl A. Giles in conversation with Pamela Ayo Yetunde and James Shaheen, “Black, Buddhist, and Free”
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Via Lama Surya Das // FB
All the peace and happiness of the whole globe,
the peace and happiness of societies,
the peace and happiness of family,
the peace and happiness in the individual persons’ life,
and the peace and happiness of even the animals and so forth,
all depends on having loving kindness toward each other.
~Lama Zopa Rinpoche
Friday, June 18, 2021
Via Lama Surya Das / FB
tAbandon your notions of the past,
without attributing a temporal sequence!
Cut off your mental associations
regarding the future, without anticipation!
Rest in a spacious modality, without clinging
to [the thoughts of] the present.
Do not meditate at all,
since there is nothing upon which to meditate. Instead, revelation will come
through undistracted mindfulness —
Since there is nothing
by which you can be distracted.
~Padmasambhava
Via Lama Surya Das
Thoughts are just thoughts. Feelings are just feelings. Sensations are just sensations. They come and go in waking life as quickly and easily as they do in dreams. ~Mingyur Rinpoche
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Via Tricycle // RAIN: The Nourishing Art of Mindful Inquiry
RAIN: The Nourishing Art of Mindful Inquiry
With Michele McDonald
Available for self-study
With Michele McDonald
Available for self-study
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Via Daily Dharma: Do Your Part
What is this? This is just your life. So you do your part, and the rest is clear. It is clear because there has never been anything lacking, despite any beliefs you might have, despite any ideas you might have.
Thursday, June 17, 2021
Via Lama Surya Das / FB
Via Daily Dharma: Love Is Like the Sun
Love
is like the sun that burns through the fog, dissolving it, until only
vast openness and clarity remain. When nothing but boundless openness
and lucidity remain, we come face-to-face with the basic nature of all
phenomena beyond concepts.
Wednesday, June 16, 2021
Via Lama Surya Das // FB
Fitful, fleeting, empty in their nature.
Bodhisattvas see them thus and yearn to set them free. Their wisdom is beneath compassion’s power. ~Chandrakirti
Via White Crane Institute // 2018 - TODAY’S GAY WISDOM: An Excerpt from Jaime Manrique’s Eminent Maricones “A Sadness As Deep As the Sea”
Today's Gay Wisdom
2018 -
TODAY’S GAY WISDOM
An Excerpt from Jaime Manrique’s Eminent Maricones
“A Sadness As Deep As the Sea”
The last days of the Cuban-born Reinaldo Arenas ("Before Night Falls")
Reinaldo lived on 44th Street between 8th and 9th Avenues. He had
visited my apartment many times yet had never invited me into his home.
So when Thomas Colchie phoned in December 1990 and asked me to check on
Reinaldo, I thought I'd better get in touch with him right away. Too
many friends had died before we had a chance to say things we wanted to
say. I called him, and we made plans for me to stop by late that
afternoon. I climbed the steps of Reinaldo's building and rang his
buzzer. The building was a walk-up, and Reinaldo's apartment was on the
top floor, the sixth.
At the top of the steep stairs I knocked on his door. I heard what
sounded like a long fumbling with locks and chains, which even in Times
Square seemed excessive. The door opened, and I almost gasped.
Reinaldo's attractive features were hideously deformed: half his face
looked swollen, purple, almost charred, as if it were about to fall off.
He was in pajamas and slippers. I can't remember whether we shook hands
or not or what we said at that moment. All I remember is that, once I
was inside the apartment, he started putting on the chains and locks, as
if he were afraid someone was going to break down the door.
We went through the kitchen into a small living room. Besides an
old-fashioned sound system and a television set, I remember a primitive
painting of the Cuban countryside. A table, two chairs, and a worn-out
sofa completed the decor. Reinaldo sat on the sofa and I took a chair. I
felt that if I sat too close to him, I would not be able to look him in
the eye. Stacks of manuscripts lay on the table--thousands and
thousands of sheets, and Reinaldo seemed like a shipwreck disappearing
in a sea of paper.
When I asked if they were copies of a manuscript he had just finished,
he informed me that the three manuscripts on the table were a novel, a
book of poems, and his autobiography, Before Night Falls. Reinaldo spoke
with enormous difficulty, his voice a frail rasp. "The novel, El color del verano, concludes my Pentagony. It's an irreverent book that makes fun of everything," he mused.
"Leprosorio is a volume of poems. And Antes que anochezca,"
he pointed to the third pile, "is my autobiography. I dictated it into a
tape recorder and an amanuensis transcribed it. It's going to make a
lot of people mad.
It seemed to me absolutely protean the amount of writing he had managed
to do, considering what a debilitating disease AIDS is. I said so.
"Writing those books kept me alive," he whispered. "Especially the
autobiography. I didn't want to die until I had put the final touches.
It's my revenge." He explained, "I have a sarcoma in my throat. It makes
it hard for me to swallow solid foods or to speak. It's very painful."
"Then maybe you shouldn't talk. I'll do the talking," I offered, moving
to the sofa.
"But I want to talk," he said curtly. "I need to talk." I said,
"Reinaldo, if there is anything you need, please don't hesitate to let
me know. Whatever it is...cooking your meals, getting your medicines,
going with you to the doctor, anything." I mentioned the the PEN
American Center had a fund for writers and editors with AIDS and offered
to contact them. "Thanks so much, cariño," he said in the plaintive
singsong in which he spoke. It was a sweet, caressing tone: melodious
like a lazy samba but also mournful, weary, accepting of the hardships
of life. This was a typically peasant trait. "There is a woman who comes
to help three days a week. She does all my errands. Besides, Lazaro
[Lazaro Carriles, his ex-lover who had remained his closest friend]
comes by every day."
Just in case he wasn't aware, I mentioned other sources where he could
go for help. He snapped, "I don't like those men who serve as volunteer.
I can't stand all that humility." From where I sat I could see a
bleached wintry sunset over the Hudson. "But if you contact the PEN Club
that would be good," he conceded. "I would like to get away from here
before winter comes. My dream is to go to Puerto Rico and get a place at
the beach so I can die by the sea." To encourage him, I said, "Perhaps
your health will improve. People sometimes..."
"Jaime," he cut me off, "I want to die. I don't want my health to
improve...and then deteriorate again. I've been through too many
hospitalizations already. After I was diagnosed with PCP [AIDS
pneumonia], I asked Saint Virgilio Piñera," he said, referring to the
deceased homosexual Cuban writer, " to give me three years to live so
that I could complete my body of work." Reinaldo smiled, and his
monstrous face showed some of his former handsomeness.
"Saint Virilio granted me my request. I'm happy. I do wish, though,
that I had lived to see Fidel kicked out of Cuba, but I guess it won't
happen during my lifetime. Soon, I hope, his tyranny will end. I feel
certain of that." I knew better than to disagree with him when it came
to discussing Fidel Castro. Once, in the mid-eighties, I had tried to
tell him to put behind him his years of imprisonment and persecution, to
forget Cuba, to accept this county as his new home and to live in the
present.
"You just don't understand, do you?" he had shouted, shaking with
anger. "I feel like one of those Jews who were branded with a number by
the Nazis; like a concentration camp survivor. There is no way on earth I
can forget what I went through. It's my duty to remember. This," he
roared, hitting his chest, "will not be over until Castro is dead. Or I
am dead." We talked for a while about the collapse of the communist
states.
The last thing I wanted was to upset him in any way, yet I had to
defend my belief in socialism as the most humanistic form of government.
So I spoke to that effect. "On paper socialism is the ideal form of
government," he said, not altogether surprising me. "It's just that it's
never worked anywhere. Perhaps some day." Becoming thoughtful, almost
as if talking to himself, he added, "Jaime, what a life I've had. Even
before the revolution, it was bad enough the agony of being an
intellectual queen in Cuba. What a sad an hypocritical world that was,"
he paused.
"Finally, I leave that hell, and come here full of hopes. And this
turns out to be another hell; the worship of money is as bad as the
worst in Cuba. All these years, I've felt Manhattan was just another
island-jail. A bigger jail with more distractions but a jail
nonetheless. It just goes to show that there are more than two hells. I
left one kind of hell behind and fell into another kind. I never thought
I would live to see us plunge again into the dark ages. This plague --
AIDS -- is but a symptom of the sickness of our age."
As night fell, the neon of the billboards of midtown Manhattan and the
lights of the skyscrapers provided the only illumination. We chatted in
hushed tones, more intimately than we ever had before. I was aware of
how precious the moment was to me, how I wanted to engrave it forever in
my memory. When I got up to leave, Reinaldo had difficulty finding his
slippers in the darkness, so I knelt on the floor and put them on his
calloused, swollen, plum-colored feet. We went again through the
kitchen, where he mentioned he would have broiled fish for dinner. Then
he unchained the numerous locks, slowly, one by one.
We didn't hug or shake hands as we parted -- as if neither of those
gestures was appropriate. "Call me any time, if you need anything," I
said. "You're such a dear," he said. As I was about to take the first
step down, I turned around. The door to the apartment was still open. In
the rectangular darkness Reinaldo's shadowy shape was like a ghost who
couldn't make up its mind whether to materialize or to vanish.
The following day Reinaldo called to ask me if I could get him some
grass. He said he had heard it helped to control nausea after meals. I
told him that I would try to get some. I called a couple of friends and
mentioned Reinaldo's request. Bill Sullivan suggested that I contact the
Gay Men's Health Crisis because he thought Reinaldo sounded suicidal. I
dismissed this possibility. Because his wish was to die by the sea, I
thought he would try to make it to Puerto Rico if he received the grant
from PEN.
The next day, around noon, Tom Colchie called to say the Reinaldo had
taken his life the night before; that he had used pills and had washed
them down with shots of Chivas Regal; that he had left letters -- one of
them for the police, clarifying the circumstances of his death -- and
another one for the Cuban exiles, urging them to continue their fight
against Castro's rule. Reinaldo had died in the early hours of December
7, and his body had been found by the woman who came by to help with his
chores. He was forty-seven.
Via White Crane Institute // BLOOMSDAY
2018 -
Today is BLOOMSDAY. Bloomsday is a commemoration and celebration of the life of Irish writer James Joyce during which the events of his novel Ulysses, which is set on June 16, 1904, are relived.
It is observed annually on June 16 in Dublin and elsewhere. Joyce chose the date as it was the date of his first outing with his wife-to-be, Nora Barnacle; they walked to the Dublin suburb of Ringsend. The name is derived from Leopold Bloom, the Ulyssean protagonist.
The day involves a range of cultural activities, including Ulysses readings and dramatizations, pub crawls and other events, some of it hosted by the James Joyce Center in North Great George's Street. Enthusiasts often dress in Edwardian costume to celebrate Bloomsday, and retrace Bloom's route around Dublin via landmarks such as Davy Byrne's pub. Hard-core devotees have even been known to hold marathon readings of the entire novel, some lasting up to 36 hours.
Via Ram Dass - Love Serve Remember Foundation // Words of Wisdom - June 16, 2021 💌
Acting with compassion is not doing good because we think we ought to... It is giving ourselves into what we are doing, and being present in the moment. It is acting from our deepest understanding of what life is and not compromising the truth.
- Ram Dass -
Via Daily Dharma: Applying Whole-heartedness
Sometimes
people think the Buddhist practices are all about mind, nothing else.
But the notion of whole-heartedness is that you really feel what you
feel and that you feel it completely.
Tuesday, June 15, 2021
Via Ram Dass - Love Serve Remember Foundation // Words of Wisdom - June 13, 2021 💌
When Maharaji told me to love everyone and tell the truth, he also said,
“Give up anger, and I’ll help you with it.” Maharaji offered me a
bargain: “You must polish the mirror free of anger to see God. If you
give up a little anger each day, I will help you.” This seemed to be a
deal that was more than fair. I readily accepted. And he’s been true to
his end of the bargain. I found that his love helped to free me from my
righteousness. Ultimately I would rather be free and in love than be
right.
If you feel a sense of social responsibility, first of all keep working
on yourself. Being peaceful yourself is the first step if you want to
live in a peaceful universe.
- Ram Dass -
Via FB / Sofo Archon
“Do not love half lovers
Do not entertain half friends
Do not indulge in works of the half talented
Do not live half a life
and do not die a half death
If you choose silence, then be silent
When you speak, do so until you are finished
Do not silence yourself to say something
And do not speak to be silent
If you accept, then express it bluntly
Do not mask it
If you refuse then be clear about it
for an ambiguous refusal is but a weak acceptance
Do not accept half a solution
Do not believe half truths
Do not dream half a dream
Do not fantasize about half hopes
Half a drink will not quench your thirst
Half a meal will not satiate your hunger
Half the way will get you no where
Half an idea will bear you no results
Your other half is not the one you love
It is you in another time yet in the same space
It is you when you are not
Half a life is a life you didn't live,
A word you have not said
A smile you postponed
A love you have not had
A friendship you did not know
To reach and not arrive
Work and not work
Attend only to be absent
What makes you a stranger to them closest to you
and they strangers to you
The half is a mere moment of inability
but you are able for you are not half a being
You are a whole that exists to live a life
not half a life”
— Khalil Gibran
Via White Crane Institute // Noteworthy
2020 -
The Supreme Court ruled that a landmark civil rights law protects LGBT people from discrimination in employment, a resounding victory for LGBT rights from a conservative court. The court decided by a 6-3 vote that a key provision of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 known as Title VII that bars job discrimination because of sex, among other reasons, encompasses bias against LGBT workers.
The cases were the court’s first on LGBT rights since Justice Anthony Kennedy’s retirement and replacement by Kavanaugh. Kennedy was a voice for gay rights and the author of the landmark ruling in 2015 that made same-sex marriage legal throughout the United States. Kavanaugh generally is regarded as more conservative.
The Trump administration had changed course from the Obama administration, which supported LGBT workers in their discrimination claims under Title VII. During the Obama years, the federal Equal Employment Opportunity Commission had changed its longstanding interpretation of civil rights law to include discrimination against LGBT people. The law prohibits discrimination because of sex, but had no specific protection for sexual orientation or gender identity.
In recent years, some lower courts have held that discrimination against LGBT people is a subset of sex discrimination, and thus prohibited by the federal law. Efforts by Congress to change the law had failed.
The Supreme Court cases involved two gay men and a transgender woman who sued for employment discrimination after they lost their jobs.
Via Daily Dharma: Awakening to Human Nature
We are not just humans learning to become buddhas, but also buddhas waking up in human form, learning to become fully human.
—Interview with John Welwood by Tina Fossella, “Human Nature, Buddha Nature”
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Monday, June 14, 2021
Via Daily Dharma: Experiencing Mind Nature
Mind
nature does not need to be nourished. It is simply there, like space.
What we are actually nourishing is our experience of it.
—Ken McLeod, “Let Mind Nature Be Your Guru through Mystical Devotion”
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Via Daily Dharma: Determining Not-Self
We needn’t worry about what the self is—that is a question to be put aside—but work diligently to determine what is not self.
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