Bliss!

2010-06-28T19:45:00.000-07:00

Bliss! has moved to my Posterous :)

Amma's Message

2009-01-29T15:43:00.000-08:00

"Love is a universal religion, and this is what society really needs. Love should be expressed through our every word and action."

"We already have this love within us in all its fullness. Life cannot exist without love. Life and love are inseparable; they are one and the same."

"Children, we shouldn't allow the beauty and grace of selfless love and service to be wiped off the face of the earth. The world should know that a life dedicated to selfless love and service to humanity is possible."

"Lending a helping hand to a neglected soul, feeding the hungry, giving the sad and dejected a compassionate smile — this is the language of love. Let us focus on what we can give to others, for only then will we experience deep joy and fulfillment in life."

"No matter how rich we are, as long as we have no compassion, we, ourselves, are truly living in utter poverty. If we are compassionate towards our fellow beings, it is like gold with a fragrance, something utterly unique. Its value is beyond all words."

"There is one Truth that shines through all of Creation. Rivers and mountains, plants and animals, the sun, the moon and the stars, you and I — all are expressions of this one Reality."

"By establishing a loving relationship between humankind and Nature, we ensure both the balance of Nature and the progress of the human race."

—from http://www.amma.fi/kielet/eng_amma.php?page=quot

The Thing of Everything

2007-06-27T03:23:00.000-07:00

For greater clarity, I've slightly expanded my "Thing Theory."
(It's now fifty words!) :)
I've also given it a new title:

The Thing of Everything

Anything is many things*.

Each and every thing — everything — is something else,
so nothing is anything exclusively.

Including everything is the Thing of Everything.

* The scope of “things” is all-inclusive, including all words and all meanings, all thoughts and all theories, from philosophy to physics, from politics to spirituality.

Cheers!
~ Tom

2007-06-24T00:58:00.000-07:00

Thing Theory

Anything is many things*.

Everything is something else, so nothing is anything exclusively.

Including everything is the Thing of Everything.

* The scope of "things" is all-inclusive, including all words and all meanings, all thoughts and all theories, from semiotics to physics, from politics to spirituality.

~ Tom

http://t4om.zaadz.com/blog/2007/6/thing_theory

http://pods.zaadz.com/ralphsclublajolla/discussions/view/155960

iU

2007-03-02T19:43:00.000-08:00

It's integral
iiiiiUnexpurgatory! Enjoy!

Om Namah Shivaya!

Zaadz and Ralphs Club La Jolla

2007-02-14T15:41:00.000-08:00

I recently joined Zaadz, using the name Tom at my Zaadz site. I also created a Zaadz pod called Ralphs Club La Jolla: "An online meeting place for a group that casually gathers at night in the seating area of the Ralphs supermarket near the UCSD campus. (Yes, it's Ralphs without an apostrophe: not Ralph's.)" Fly on over!

Om Namah Shivaya Freeform

2007-01-25T19:40:00.000-08:00

Om Namah Shivaya Freeform
Yeshe chanting in the Apple Store

Om Namah Shivaya Freeform
Yeshe chanting in the Apple Store

Wisdom and Love

2007-01-19T17:19:00.000-08:00

Wisdom from Gangaji ...

... and hugs from Amma ...!

Ustad Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

2007-01-16T20:45:00.000-08:00

Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan performs a classic Qawwali song:
Mera Piya Ghar Ayaa (My Beloved Has Come Home)

Two translations of the lyrics

... from here:

Turn away the watchman!
My beloved has come home!
God has made this union possible.
O what a beautiful miracle!

Again and again he strikes the gong,
And cuts short the night of union.
If he were to find my heart's desire,
He would throw away the gong, O friends!
Turn away the watchman, O friends!

... and from here:

Strike the gong to announce the arrival of my beloved
O beauties, my beloved has come home
God has united me with my beloved
And now torments me himself
The continuous striking of the gong ends our night together
Whoever understands my emotions, I’ll throw away the gong for him
And sing many beautiful songs
Since the grand and mighty are also coming
After much persuasion my beloved has come
And now parting is out of the question
My beloved has come home!

The Life of the Buddha

2007-01-08T18:49:00.000-08:00

I got this from Integral Options Cafe ...

"I found this cool video at E-Dharma, check it out:

The Life of the Buddha

A BBC/Discovery Channel co-production, this docunarrative film describes the life of Siddhartha Gautama, the process by which he arrived at the fundamentals of Buddhism, the archaeological findings confirming the traditional account of his life; and gives a glimpse of Buddhism today, featuring among others the Dalai Lama.

A good quality production, worthy of watching.

50 minutes. Enjoy it!"

... via ~C4Chaos: Buddhism++

Big Summit Speed-riding: EIGER

2007-01-04T19:57:00.000-08:00


A thrillingly ecstatic Alpine speedflying adventure, with the great reggae of "Strengthen Your Mind" by Dezarie on the soundtrack. "François Bon et Antoine Montant se payent la descente de l'Eiger! Une petite montagne dans les Alpes Bernoises (Suisse) avec une face Nord pas très connue ..."

Thousand Hand Kuan Yin

2007-01-02T18:44:00.000-08:00


As long as you are kind and there is love in your heart A thousand hands will naturally come to your aid As long as you are kind and there is love in your heart You will reach out with a thousand hands to help others

Christmas in Heaven

2006-12-25T14:47:00.000-08:00

From Monty Python's The Meaning of Life

It's ... Christmas in Heaven ...!!!

Yoga of Heart -- The Healing Power of Intimate Connection

2006-12-22T18:40:00.000-08:00


Mark Whitwell workshop with theme: Yoga is intimacy with body, breath, and relationship. This video is a companion to the book "Yoga of Heart -- The Healing Power of Intimate Connection" Lecture, Demonstration, Question and Answer. Sacred music. heartofyoga.com yogaofheart.com

2006-06-11T17:03:00.000-07:00

Bliss of Yoga: Yogananda ... Muktananda

Paramahansa Yogananda wrote the classic Autobiography of a Yogi and popularized a potent, integral yoga that continues to be a vital and enlightening force in our world. His name is also spelled without the third a, which is the way he spelled it himself: Paramhansa Yogananda.

Once upon a time from the East there came a Guru named Swami Muktananda (Bliss of Freedom). To the West he brought the teachings of Siddha Yoga, and enlarged the minds of many with his autobiography, Play of Consciousness.

Ego Baking

2006-06-07T17:44:00.000-07:00

by Yeshe

the I-thing
is icing
on the cake
of Awake

Yeshe

2006-06-05T16:49:00.000-07:00

Om yes Om ... (from 1991) by Om

2006-06-04T15:51:00.000-07:00

Om yes Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om Om
crack my jawbone Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om Om
with my forehead Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om Om
where I squint and frown Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om O
where I sit and silently Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om
call, bellowing a song Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om O
of Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om Om
Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om
Oh my heart painful sitting sciatac sacral sacred Om I hurt Om Om Om
Om eye heart grimacing glossolalia yawn scream flapping arms Om Om
Om
Who grabbed my left cheek? pulling it down my throat someone I Om
Om
swallowed must have been Om jutting chin forward tmj jaw chawing
Om
memories locked in the back of my neck back of my front facade Om
Om O
the twisted underpinning Oming itself Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om
straighter deeper down my pelvis right leg Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om
Om right hip joint joining Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om O
ears ringing Om breathing Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om Om
taut face twitching Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om O
mask facing Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om Om O
heart feeling Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om Om
shoulders bearing Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om Om
fists squeezing Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om O
pounding Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om Om
screaming scrOming Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om Om
yelling yOming clear to Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om O
WyOming Oming in the Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om O
gloaming Om Om Oming Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om Om O
come the morning Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om Om
the evening Om come Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om Om
come on Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om Om O
yes Om crack the cosmos Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om Om
Ommost Omest Om in the Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om Om
Om nest Om Om Om-blest Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om O
Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om Om
Om Om Om O
Om doubt Om boredOm cut loose Om freeing Om
dreaming of my dead maternal grandmother
asking me to come to her room
her daughter my aunt asking me
if I’m going to die in India
which I’ve thought of doing
maybe like Lewis Thompson
of sunstroke in Varanasi
Kashi, Shiva’s city
a holy Hindu hellhole
guaranteed entry to heaven
for the orthodox whose
burnt corpses
launch from ghats into
the current of the Ganges
the goddess who carries them
toward Kali Ghat, Calcutta
decomposing and feeding fish
who do not ask themselves
or the corpses whether the corpses
or themselves are fish, fruit, vegetable or
nightmare
but that is beside the point
of my soon arising from my seat
getting ready for bed
sitting saying Om
for a while before I
go to sleep and dream
whatever episodes
I will mostly forget
like most of most
days of my waking life
lived as if asleep
dreaming forgotten
gone downstream
decomposing en route
to the black hole city
of holy memory loss
lost to itself in its
own dream dreamt
by no one
god being
on vacation
sick in
bed or the head
or floating
down the
Ganga
dead as
my dreams
of meeting him
after my goodness
totals right or in a bar
on my lucky night high up
on a star in the so-called heavens
knows I dream to keep the dream alive
that is to say myself a dream dreaming
light behind the eyes
not shapes of things
just light
soft
gently absorbing
feelings sensed without images
obliterated accepted left alone
lightly as they come and go
saying Om

as the spine uncoils
straightening clicking
vertebrae in place
I cry Om and more
not knowing what I say
with tongue and throat
lips cheeks blowing
sounds ground in
the larynx gizzard
of my bird
brain. snake
with wings fly
into yourself turn
inside out pull your
tail through your tongue.
both forks. thinking foreign
noise static avalanche
interrupts silence grunting
belly floating heart blinking
eye leaving light as it is
no form sought no idea
in mind staring at the light of
nothing
in many particular
pains burning
out the fear
rounding shadows
objectless call
Om
as recognizable
language agent
complex reasserts itself
I do declare
Om again from toe
tips to darkness in
the light snapping
my head or stretching
between my shoulder
blades. where did I
come from unknown
no one knows
and answers asking
itself flying away
snake uncoils. Om.

Om Namah Shivaya

2006-06-03T16:06:00.000-07:00

2006-06-02T11:53:00.000-07:00

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