Sunday, December 31, 2017

Happy New Year from The Happiest Man

Matthieu Ricard sends you a joyful and happy new year message with a wish for compassion in 2018.

“Some French intellectuals despise happiness and are very vocal about it. I debated one of them for a French magazine and thought that if I ever wrote another book, I would include a chapter on the subject. In the meantime Paul Ekman, Richard Davidson, Alan Wallace, and I spent two days at a northern California coastal wilderness, writing an article titled “Buddhist and Psychological Perspectives on Emotions and Well-Being.” I realized that the subject was so central to human life that it deserved an in-depth exploration. For a year I read everything I could get my hands on about happiness and well-being in the works of Western philosophers, social psychologists, cognitive scientists, and even in the tabloid press, which regularly reports peoples’ views on happiness, such as that of one French actress: “For me, happiness is eating a tasty plate of spaghetti”; or “Walking in the snow under the stars,” and so on.

The many definitions of happiness that I encountered contradicted one another and often seemed vague or superficial. So in the light of the analytical and contemplative science of mind that I had encountered through the kindness of my teachers, I embarked on trying to unravel the meaning and mechanism of genuine happiness, and of course of suffering. When the book came out in France, it sparked a national debate. The same intellectuals confirmed that they were not interested in happiness and discarded the idea that it could be cultivated as a skill. One author wrote an article asking me to stop bugging people with the “dirty works of happiness.” Another magazine did a feature on “the sorcerers of happiness.” After spending a grueling month in Paris engaged in these debates and with the media, I felt like the scattered parts of a puzzle.

I was happy to return to the mountains of Nepal and put the pieces back together. Although my life has become more hectic, I am still based at Shechen Monastery in Nepal and spend two months a year in my hermitage facing the Himalayas. I doubtless have a lot more practice and effort ahead of me before I achieve genuine inner freedom, but I am fully enjoying the journey. Simplifying one’s life to extract its quintessence is the most rewarding of all the pursuits I have undertaken. It doesn’t mean giving up what is truly beneficial, but finding out what really matters and what brings lasting fulfillment, joy, serenity, and, above all, the irreplaceable boon of altruistic love. It means transforming oneself to better transform the world.

When I was twenty words like happiness and benevolence did not mean much to me. I was a typical young Parisian student, going to see Eisenstein and Marx Brothers movies, playing music, manning the barricades in May ’68 near the Sorbonne, loving sports and nature. But I didn’t have much sense of how to lead my life except playing it by ear, day in and day out. I somehow felt that there was a potential for flourishing in myself, and in others, but had no idea about how to actualize it.

Thirty-five years later, I surely still have a long way to go, but at least the sense of direction is clear to me and I enjoy every step on the path. That is why this book, though Buddhist in spirit, is not a “Buddhist” book as opposed to a “Christian” or an “agnostic” book. It was written from the perspective of “secular spirituality,” a theme dear to the Dalai Lama. As such it is intended not for the Buddhist shelves of libraries, but for the heart and mind of anyone who aspires to a little more joie de vivre and to let wisdom and compassion reign in her or his life.”

~ Matthieu Ricard, Shechen Monastery, Nepal
Born in France in 1946 as the son of French philosopher Jean-François Revel and artist Yahne Le Toumelin, Matthieu Ricard is a Buddhist monk, author, translator, and photographer. He first visited India in 1967 where he met great spiritual masters from Tibet. After completing his Ph.D. degree in cell genetics in 1972, he moved to the Himalayan region where he has been living for the past 45 years.

Perfect The Way I Am

As usual, there is a great woman
behind every idiot.~ John Lennon

"Only eight percent of New Year’s resolutions are resolved. To be blunt, people choose one, two or even three areas of their lifestyle to resolve and they end up breaking 92% of those resolutions. They want to lose weight, save money, become more health conscious, get rid of debt, spend more time with family and of course, live a more stress-free life. They want. They want. They want...

I had an epiphany, a moment of sudden revelation, an insight. I realized I am a very fierce woman in so many positive ways. and in five minutes typed out Why I am a Fierce Woman.

I am fierce because, above all else, I am a visible and relevant woman 
I am fierce because as a woman, my femininity in my greatest asset. 
I am fierce because my word is my bond. 
I am fierce because I give back. 
I am fierce because everything I do is with purpose and often with passion. 
I am fierce because I am passionate, through my writing on honeygood.com, about helping tens of thousands of women (nearly 150,000 followers) learn to lead magical lives after 50. 

I am fierce because I use my power in a soft manner. 
I am fierce because I am loyal. 
I am fierce because I see life as a series of challenges, not problems. 
I am fierce because I walk on the sunny side of the street. 
I am fierce because my top priority is my husband and my family. 
I am fierce because I am worldly. 
I am fierce because I know inner beauty surpasses outer beauty. 
And most importantly I am fierce because I am grateful. 

Dear Readers, instead of looking to change who you are revel in and feel fierce about who you are. You have climbed so many mountains, learned so many lessons and experienced so many pleasures, so this is my advice:

Take a bubble bath. Crack open a bottle of champagne, light some candles around the tub, and as you soak in the bubbles raise your glass and toast yourself into 2018 with a big smile on your face and say out loud, I am FIERCE...

Finish the sentence, “I am fierce because__________.”

~ Susan 'Honey' Good
Susan Good is a wife, mother and grandmother to 24! She has dedicated her life to showing other women how to keep taking a big bite out of life with optimism and style. At her website https://honeygood.com, she shares how women can live stylishly.

108 Bells with Roshi Joan

"Join Roshi Joan and Upaya’s residents and friends for a special New Year’s Eve with sitting and walking meditation from 10 p.m. to 12 a.m., 108 bells at midnight, a short talk by Roshi, and refreshments in the River House. A wonderful way to bring in 2018!"

Burning Bowl

“THE BURNING BOWL CEREMONY is a transformative ritual traditionally performed among various faith-based groups on New Year’s Eve. The purpose of the ceremony is to identify and symbolically release old hurts, grudges, resentments, regrets, sufferings, mistakes… to release the past letting go of any thoughts,  feelings or behaviors that might be holding you back for the new year ahead. Across religious traditions, fire is a powerful symbol of wisdom, knowledge, passion, purification, transformation, divinity and light. Fire inflames, consumes, warms, illuminates, inspires and serves as a catalyst for change.

By briefly writing down on a small piece of paper what you are choosing to be free of, the actual act of writing what you want gone from your life is a key element of the letting go process. The paper is then folded and carefully placed in a “burning bowl,” (a large, safe and unburnable bowl/container holding a  small lit candle to safely enable quick burning). Spend a moment or two in quiet prayer or meditation honoring your personal surrender and commitment to change.  Acknowledge what is holding you back and release that as well. Now light your piece of paper and quickly drop it into the burning bowl.

This ritual focuses on what needs to be released from the past to prepare the present moment for our creation of a new year. It’s a simple outward sign of our awareness of what needs to change in our lives as we go forward. As we change, others see our changes and might be invited to change as well. The ceremony has a long tradition in most new thought churches (Think: Unity, Religious Science, Centers for Spiritual Living, Unitarians, etc). My hunch is that its origins might be found with smudging rituals common among many ancient indigenous religions.

The actual ceremony is simple. It can be done alone or with partners, friends, families or congregations. You’ll need several simple pieces of paper, a pen and a safe source of fire.  Some use a fireplace, outdoor fire pit, or simply a fire safe bowl or dish filled with sand with a candle in the middle placed in an open but secure area (outside the range of smoke detectors). The ritual can be completed in silence or with soft, relaxing music in the background. Your choice.

Before starting, take a quiet moment. Go inside yourself. Take a deep breath. Connect with your heart. Be still. Feel the presence of your Sacred.

On the pieces of paper, write down anything that no longer serves you that you choose to release. Items can be specific issues you had this past year or other larger issues that seem to loom. I challenge you to be completely honest with yourself about what needs to be released. The list is NOT shared. (e.g. health challenges; fear, jealousy, anger; nasty habits; unhealthy relationships; debt; negative thoughts/feelings, errors).

When you’re ready, focus your intention on releasing the old, negative and no longer useful.  Then imagine yourself welcoming the new, positive and successful into your life in the coming year.

With care, compassion and forgiveness for yourself, gently place your paper into the fire.

Be mindful that the fire in the Burning Bowl is a ancient, universal and powerful symbol of transformation. Fire represents our intention of shifting the energy of our thoughts and attention. Burn the dead and watch , like the myth of the phoenix, hope rise from the ashes. If you’d like, you can end the ceremony by burying the cool ashes when it’s complete. Others choose to simply let the wind blow them away in Nature’s own time.”

~ The Compassionate Gardener

"In the Burning Bowl Ceremony some people and fellowships use what is known as ‘flash paper’—available from magic supply stores—which burns in a flash and leaves no ash or residue. Flash paper is, however, ordinarily quite expensive to buy, although you can make it yourself but I don’t recommend that. I prefer to use regular but extremely thin and easily combustible paper—not tissue paper but something similar (eg crêpe paper). Then, having placed the lit paper in the bowl, I watch the flame and smoke as I ‘let go’ of whatever it is I want ‘out’ of my life forever." ~  IEJ.

Rare Honesty

“Don’t be spiritual with me, my love. Be honest instead! Get angry with me. Tell me how you really feel. Tell me how pissed off you are. Shout. Or cry. Show me your vulnerability. Express what’s on your heart.Say the wrong thing. Make a mess. I don’t care. We can clean up later. I just want to meet you. Now. Don’t wait until you have the perfect words. Don’t wait until your precious fire has gone out. Or your tears have dried up. There’s no shame in being a mess. Anger is not ‘unspiritual’. It is beauty. It is power.

I want to meet you beyond the mask. Beyond the nice little boy, the good little girl. The well-trained spiritual student. The expert. The calm one. The one who was never allowed to raise their voice.

I want to feel your f**king flames! I want to feel your truth! Your passion!
What you need! What you desire! Your unrequited longings! Your frustrated hopes! Don’t worry about hurting me. Just let life speak through you. Now.
I will take responsibility for my own pain.

Please. I’d rather receive your pure anger NOW than years of stories, blame, resentment, and passive aggressiveness. Drop the spiritual bullshit.Just tell me how I f**ked up. Get everything out in the open. I will not shame you.And we can go from there.”

- Jeff Foster

Photo - "Several people with meteorological knowledge have advised that the atmospheric phenomena captured here are:  a circumzenithal arc, a supralateral arc, an upper tangent arc (relatively rare), a 46 degree halo (pretty rare), a Parry arc, Parry supralateral arcs, a 22 degree halo, twin sun dogs (parhelia), partial parhelic circle, and an upper sun pillar. 

It is rare to see all of these during a single event.  I hope you enjoy my picture!   Taken in Eastern Manitoba, Canada.."

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True Nature

"For the past 40 years, Zeida Rothman has been practicing various Nondual Meditations that have taken root throughout Asia. Her first teacher was Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj, with whom she sat with in Bombay India. In 1983, she was ordained as a Buddhist nun at the Mahasi Monastery in Burma. After returning to the U.S, she sat numerous three-month silent meditation retreats.

In 2000, Zeida was asked to share the Dharma by Adyashanti. Her Love and devotion to Liberation are now expressed as a weekly offering through on-going small groups held in Berkeley. They are for those who are committed to abiding as our True Nature through direct experience and would like one-on-one guidance with Zeida and group support within a caring community.

It is important that you have an understanding and commitment to Non-Dualism and Liberation."

Please feel free to contact Zeida at 510-549-3051 or www.embodimentgroups.org

Two Roads

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”

-- Robert Frost

"? Poems, after all, aren’t arguments—they are to be interpreted, not proven, and that process of interpretation admits a range of possibilities, some supported by diction, some by tone, some by quirks of form and structure. Certainly it’s wrong to say that “The Road Not Taken” is a straightforward and sentimental celebration of individualism: this interpretation is contradicted by the poem’s own lines. Yet it’s also not quite right to say that the poem is merely a knowing literary joke disguised as shopworn magazine verse that has somehow managed to fool millions of readers for a hundred years. A role too artfully assumed ceases to become a role and instead becomes a species of identity—an observation equally true of Robert Frost himself. One of Frost’s greatest advocates, the scholar Richard Poirier, has written with regard to Frost’s recognition among ordinary readers that “there is no point trying to explain the popularity away, as if it were a misconception prompted by a pose.” By the same token, there is no point in trying to explain away the general misreadings of “The Road Not Taken,” as if they were a mistake encouraged by a fraud. The poem both is and isn’t about individualism, and it both is and isn’t about rationalization. It isn’t a wolf in sheep’s clothing so much as a wolf that is somehow also a sheep, or a sheep that is also a wolf. It is a poem about the necessity of choosing that somehow, like its author, never makes a choice itself—that instead repeatedly returns us to the same enigmatic, leaf-shadowed crossroads."

-- The Road Not Taken: Finding America in the Poem Everyone Loves and Almost Everyone Gets Wrong by David Orr.

Chasing Their Tales

"I believe one of the deepest needs in the non-dual spiritual movement is the need for actual spiritual practice. One  sees endless discussions in online chat groups about non-dual philosophy. There is certainly no shortage of abstract conversation about it on Facebook and even non-dual Twitter tweets.

Many non-dual seekers can and do speak at great length about the ideas or realizations of contemporary teachers like Byron Katie and Eckhart Tolle, compare and contrast Ramana and Nisargadatta, and perhaps even wax rhapsodically about the finer points of Shankara's Advaitic philosophy. Yet ironically, most non-dual enthusiasts seem to have practically no interest or experience of actually DOING a spiritual practice that would REALLY give them something to talk about!

Unless they make a commitment to spiritual practice, receive some sound practical instruction and actually take up the practice, most people will get nowhere.

With no practice most will simply run around in a circle of conceptual abstraction, like crazy dogs endlessly chasing their own "tales"!"

-- Francis Fran Bennett

Grace Prone

"When we really start to take a look at who we think we are, we become very grace prone. We start to see that while we may have various thoughts, beliefs, and identities, they do not individually or collectively tell us who we are. A mystery presents itself: we realize that when we really look at ourselves clearly and carefully, it is actually astounding how completely we humans define ourselves by the content of our minds, feelings, and history.

Many forms of spirituality try to get rid of thoughts, feelings, and memories - to make the mind blank, as if that were a desirable or spiritual state. But to have the mind blank is not necessarily wise. Instead, it is more helpful to see through thoughts and to recognize that a thought is just a thought, a belief, a memory. Then we can stop binding consciousness or spirit to our thoughts and mental states. With that first step, when I realized that what was looking through my eyes and senses was awakeness or spirit rather than conditioning or memory, I saw that the same spirit was actually looking through all the other pairs of eyes.

It didn't matter if it was looking through other conditioning; it was the exact same thing. It was seeing itself everywhere, not only in the eyes, but also in the trees, the rocks, and the floor. It is paradoxical that the more this spirit or consciousness starts to taste itself, not as a thought or idea or belief, but as just a simple presence of awakeness, the more this awakeness is reflected everywhere. The more we wake up out of bodies and minds and identities, the more we see that bodies and minds are actually just manifestations of that same spirit, that same presence. The more we realize that who we are is totally outside of time, outside of the world, and outside of everything that happens, the more we realize that this same presence is the world -- all that is happening and all that exists. It is like two sides of a coin."

~ Adyashanti

Emptiness Dancing
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Photo -- Jane Goodall

Toward the One

'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'

Love in its beginning lives only on reciprocity, but when fully developed it stands on its own feet. - Hazrat Inyat Khan

"Toward the One, the Perfection of Love, Harmony and Beauty,
the Only Being, United with All the Illuminated Souls,
Who form the Embodiment of the Master,
the Spirit of Guidance.
Bismillah, Er-Rahman, Er-Rahim
We begin in the Name of Allah, Who is Mercy and Compassion."

-- Sufi Invocation of Hazrat Pir-o-Murshid Inayat Khan (commonly spoken at our gatherings) (Darood)

"The Tomb of Hazrat Inayat Khan lies within the Hazrat Nizamuddin Aulia Dargah Complex. He was born on 5th July 1882 to a noble Muslim Family in India. His mother was a descendant of Tipu Sultan's Uncle. As he grew, he was introduced to several orders of Sufism including 'Nizamiyya' which is a branch of the Chishti order by Shaykh Muhammad Abu Hashim Madani. He was also obligated to the Shankara spirituality of the Hindu religion.

Hazrat Inayat Khan left India in 1910 after continuous encouragement from his teacher, Shaykh Muhammad Abu Hashim Madani. He travelled to the West and visited three continents as a teacher of Sufism and a Sufi musician. Later, he married Ora Ray Baker from New Mexico who was re-christened as Pirani Ameena Begum and settled in Suresnes which is a small town near Paris. They had four children named Noor-un-Nisa born in 1913, Vilayat born in 1916, Hidayat born in 1917 and Khair-un-Nisa born in 1919.

Hazrat Inayat Khan was a paradigm of Universal Sufism. In 1914, He travelled to London and founded the 'Sufi Order in the West'. This Order was dissolved by the government in 1923 who re-established the same order under the Swiss Laws and renamed is as the 'International Sufi Movement'. He was also conferred the title of 'Tansen' by the Nizam of Hyderabad before he went abroad. His teachings revolved around 'Tawhid' or the 'Divine Unity' which focuses more on various aspects of love, beauty, peace and harmony. He also preached that blind belief and following a book represented by any religion is devoid of spirit.

Towards the end of 1926, Hazrat Inayat Khan returned to India and chose the site next to Hazrat Nizamuddin Aulia as his Tomb. He died on 5th February 1927 and was buried within the Nizamuddin Dargah Complex as per his desire and wish."

Tell Me What Is In Your Heart

“I know a Catholic woman who lives in North America. She suffered very much because she and her husband had a very difficult relationship. They were a well-educated family; they both had doctorate degrees. Yet the husband suffered so much. He was at war with his wife and all of his children. He could not talk to his wife or to his children. Everyone in the family tried to avoid him, because he was like a bomb ready to explode. His anger was enormous. He believed that his wife and his children despised him, because no one wanted to come near him. In fact, his wife did not despise him. His children did not despise him. They were afraid of him. To be close to him was dangerous because he could explode at any time.

One day the wife wanted to kill herself because she could not bear it any longer. She felt she was not able to continue living under these circumstances. But before she committed suicide, she called her friend who was a Buddhist practitioner to let her know what she was planning to do. The Buddhist friend had invited her several times to practice meditation in order to suffer less, but she had always refused. She explained that, as a Catholic, she could not practice or follow Buddhist teachings. That afternoon, when the Buddhist woman learned that her friend was going to kill herself, she said over the telephone,

“You claim to be my friend, and now you are about to die. The only thing I ask of you is to listen to the talk of my teacher, but you refuse. If you are really my friend, then please, take a taxi and come listen to the tape, and after that you can die.”

When the Catholic woman arrived, her friend let her sit alone in the living room and listen to a dharma talk on restoring communication. During the hour or hour and a half that she listened to the dharma talk, she went through a very deep transformation within herself. She found out many things. She realized that she was partly responsible for her own suffering, and that she had also made her husband suffer a lot. She realized that she had not been able to help him at all. In fact, she had made his suffering heavier and heavier each day because she avoided him. She learned from the dharma talk that in order to help the other person, she should be able to listen deeply with compassion. That was something she had not been able to do in the last five years.

After listening to the dharma talk, the woman felt very inspired. She wanted to go home and practice deep listening in order to help her husband. But her Buddhist friend said, “No my friend, you should not do it today because compassionate listening is a very deep teaching. You have to train yourself for at least one or two weeks in order to be able to listen like a Bodhisattva.” So the woman invited her Catholic friend to attend a retreat in order to learn more. There were four hundred and fifty people participating in the retreat—eating, sleeping, and practicing together for six days. During that time, all of us practiced mindful breathing, aware of our in-breath and out-breath to bring our body and mind together. We practiced mindful walking, investing one hundred percent of ourselves in each step. We practiced mindful breathing, walking, and sitting in order to observe and embrace the suffering within us. Not only did the participants listen to the dharma talks, but all of us practiced the art of listening to each other, and of using loving speech. We tried to listen deeply in order to understand the suffering of the other person.

The Catholic woman practiced very seriously, very deeply, because for her, this was a matter of life or death. When she returned home after the retreat, she was very calm, and her heart was full of compassion. She really wanted to help her husband to remove the bomb within his heart. She moved very slowly and followed her breathing to keep calm and nourish her compassion. She practiced walking mindfully, and her husband noticed that she was different. Finally, she came close and sat quietly next to him, something that she had never done in the last five years. She was silent for a long time, maybe ten minutes. Then she gently put her hand on his and said,

“My dear, I know you have suffered a lot during the last five years and I am very sorry. I know that I am greatly responsible for your suffering. Not only have I been unable to help you suffer less, but I have made the situation much worse. I have made many mistakes and caused you a great deal of pain. I am extremely sorry. I would like you to give me a chance to begin anew. I want to make you happy, but I have not known how to do it; that is why I have made the situation worse and worse every day. I don’t want to continue like this anymore. So my darling, please help me. I need your help in order to understand you better, in order to love you better. Please tell me what is in your heart. I know you suffer a lot, I must know your suffering so that I will not do the wrong things again and again as in the past. Without you, I cannot do it. I need you to help me so that I will not continue to hurt you. I want only to love you.”

When she spoke to him like this, he began to cry. He cried like a little boy. For a long time, his wife had been very sour. She always shouted and her speech had been full of anger, bitterness, blaming, and judging. They had only argued with each other. She had not spoken to him like this in years, with so much love and tenderness. When she saw her husband crying, she knew that now she had a chance. The door of her husband’s heart had been closed, but now it was beginning to open again. She knew that she had to be very careful, so she continued her practice of mindful breathing. She said, “Please my dear, please tell me what is in your heart. I want to learn to do better so that I won’t continue to make mistakes.” The wife is also an intellectual, she has a Ph.D. degree like her husband, but they suffered because neither of them knew how to practice listening to each other with compassion. But that night she was wonderful, she practiced compassionate listening successfully. It turned out to be a very healing night for both of them. After only a few hours together, they were able to reconcile with each other.

If the practice is correct, if the practice is good, you don’t need five or ten years, just a few hours may be enough to produce transformation and healing. I know that the Catholic woman was very successful that night, because she was able to convince her husband to sign up for a second retreat. The second retreat lasted six days and at the end of the retreat, her husband also experienced a great transformation. During a tea meditation, he introduced his wife to the other retreatants. He said,

“My dear friends, my dear co-practitioners, I would like to introduce to you a Bodhisattva, a Great Being. She is my wife, a great Bodhisattva. During the last five years, I have made her suffer so much, I have been so stupid. But, through her practice, she has changed everything. She has saved my life.” After that they told their story and how they came to the retreat. They shared how they were able to reconcile on a deep level and renew their love.

When a farmer uses a kind of fertilizer that does not have any effect, he has to change the fertilizer. The same is true for us. If, after several months, the practice we are doing has not brought about any transformation and healing, we have to reconsider the situation. We must change our approach and learn more in order to find the right practice that can transform our life and the lives of the people we love. All of us can do the same if we receive and learn the right teaching and the right practice. If you practice very seriously, if you make the practice a matter of life and death, like the Catholic woman, you can change everything.”

~ Thich Nhat Hanh, Anger

“When we are angry, our anger is our very self.  To suppress or chase it away is to suppress or chase away our self.  When we are joyful, we are the joy.  When we are angry, we are the anger.  When anger is born in us, we can be aware that anger is an energy in us, and we can accept that energy in order to transform it into another kind of energy.

When we have a compost bin filled with organic material which is decomposing and smelly, we know that we can transform the waste into beautiful flowers.  At first, we may see the compost and the flowers as opposite, but when we look deeply, we see that the flowers already exist in the compost, and the compost already exists in the flowers.  It only takes a couple of weeks for a flower to decompose.  When a good organic gardener looks into her compost, she can see that, and she does not feel sad or disgusted.  Instead, she values the rotting material and does not discriminate against it.  It takes only a few months for compost to give birth to flowers.

We need the insight and non-dual vision of the organic gardener with regard to our anger.  We need not be afraid of it or reject it.  We know that anger can be a kind of compost, and that it is within its power to give birth to something beautiful.  We need anger in the way the organic gardener needs compost.  If we know how to accept our anger, we already have some peace and joy.  Gradually we can transform anger completely into peace, love, and understanding.”

~ Thich Nhat Hanh, Peace is every Step

Bowed To A Toilet

"(...) Soon after I was married to Stephen Gray, now Adyashanti, we attended a satsang (teaching) with a teacher named Gangaji. Right away Adya got up and spoke with her from his perspective. I could see that the dialogue that ensued was from a shared, awakened perspective of knowing Oneness, and that it was a dialogue in which I was not able to participate. As I witnessed their exchange, something came fiercely alive inside me, saying, “In order to have a true spiritual marriage, a true meeting of Adya, I must know this perspective.” And my seeing this didn’t come from a place of jealousy. It just came from a knowing that this must be—it was as though within myself, without literal words, my Being was saying, “This must come to pass. So that I too can meet my husband from this perspective.”

This knowing kicked off a real fire within me. In the past, I’d come from traditions of faith and trusting in the guidance of a savior or guru. But this was different. I think it was the first moment when something in me knew that it was time for me to be truly serious, to truly engage the issue of realization for myself.

To become what you were witnessing in them...

Become that and to no longer waste time. It was as though something just clicked inside me that took me out of a sense of "Whatever God wills" to an intense inquiry: “What is God?  What is this?” Before that, when I had a savior or a guru, I would place my trust in their wisdom, their divinity.

Their enlightenment. I believed that if I emulated them as best I could or followed the teachings that they’d set out, then maybe I would come to know what they know. But in this moment, what happened was it went from following the teacher to “this must be.” There was just something inside me that made not knowing no longer an option, and in that sense it was as though time had run out. Sharing Adya’s perspective had to be in order for this marriage to be what it must be for me, the only thing that will be satisfying for me.

It shifted from wanting to know God to seeing God in these two people interacting, to seeing that they looked out of those eyes of God. And my saying to myself, “I will not be satisfied unless this is my perspective,” changed something. It no longer was about wanting to know God (as an object). I wanted to be that. So this inquiry began…“What is that? What is that perspective?” And the word that Gangaji and Adya were using for the One was “Truth.” So, it ignited something new. As opposed to wanting to know love or bliss or the joy of union with God, the movement came to wanting to know the truth of that perspective, of Oneness.

And so, this became my inquiry, a very, very alive inquiry for months. And I had to do it for myself. The outward, more routine spiritual activities I did, such as attending services or meditations, became arenas where I would dive into these questions. I think it’s important to emphasize that something shifted inside me where I had to know. It’s not something that I can take credit for. Something in me just turned.

And yet, one of the distinguishing features of that moment was that the marriage itself became part of the motivation to say, “I can’t stop here. I’ve got to go where I can meet this being where he is.”

If I’m going to be a married person in this world, I have got to know what true marriage is. That conviction was fierce within me. It just had to be. So, that was the drive. Then, after maybe five months passed, I attended my very first silent retreat, which was also Adya’s first retreat teaching as a teacher, in July 1997. I was the retreat leader in charge of the logistics of the event. A few days into the retreat he gave a talk on “stillness.” I knew that he was speaking from a perspective of stillness that I didn’t know. My mind had an idea of stillness, but I could tell it wasn’t matching up with how he was speaking of it. And the way he was speaking of it was mysterious to me. It was unfamiliar but intriguing.

When the day ended and people had gone on to bed, I stayed in the hall to meditate and really dove into that question “What is stillness?” “What is it?” And that was the inquiry that brought me into direct experience of stillness, which flowered into a knowledge that that is Self. That is the nature of Self. Although stillness moves as form, it is the one constant. It is the One. Stillness is the perspective of permanence, of that which does not come and go, even as it comes and goes as form. I think, part of the inquiry that may be of interest to people was that I truly didn’t know what Stillness was. I had completely set aside any ideas that I had about it. And with all of my senses I followed the sense of stillness in my body, and really traced all movements within my body as I was sitting, until my body became more still than I’d ever known. And then my attention went to the outer world, and I sensed what Stillness was in the outer world...

I went to bed. I was fully aware of all of the sounds of the outer world, and I went into deep sleep which later, when I reflected back upon it, was unlike any other sleep I’d had in that I was completely unaware of the world of form at a certain point. I don’t recall even moving. Then I heard the morning wakeup bell, and I went about my functions of the day. I don’t remember much of them to speak of, other than that I fulfilled my duties—but without a sense of self-consciousness, without any sense of self-reflecting. I’m using both of those terms to say that I was not aware of a sense of "me." Then, after breakfast a woman bowed in “namaste” to me. In fact, she did a complete prostration before me and that was when a sense of the awareness that was looking out of my eyes at the world of form recognized itself as emptiness. And the laughter! I felt utter delight at this magic trick of what is completely empty and without form appearing before my eyes as form and appearing specifically as the form of a woman who was bowing to me as if I was something.

I remember you said that her " namaste" was no more significant than if she had bowed to a blank place in the room.

Right, or bowed to a toilet! It was amazing that she actually believed that there was someone in front of her. I mean, it would be as funny as one hair on your head jumping up and bowing to another hair on your head and dancing back and forth, bowing, worshiping each other. It was just delightful and humorous although ultimately those words fall short.

In the moment of the bow, in the moment of somebody in front of me interacting with me as though I were a something, all of a sudden the heightened awareness popped in that I’m not a something; I’m emptiness looking out of this form. And in that moment emptiness was born as an experience. What I am, what life is, what you are, what everything is, was seen as all that is, the one reality. All of this is being perceived from emptiness and clearly there was no “me” in this experience—this experience of myself as no-self or emptiness. And then, as the day went on, that experience opened, registering in my human consciousness as if to say, “This emptiness is this fullness that I’m looking at. This formlessness behind my eyes is what’s looking and is what’s looking back at me. This formlessness is this form, and it’s all arising as one thing. That which is perceiving, that which is sensing life, and the movement of life, the forms—all of them—are arising simultaneously...

At the time of the awakening I was in a program studying Chinese medicine. As I student I thought I had every ailment that I studied! But because the fundamental fear of death fell away with the awakening, it changed my whole relationship to health. As a result, a lot of the conversations I would have with Adya about my health just stopped. This freed up a lot in terms of energy and time that Adya and I spent together...

I’ve always had this sense of Adya, especially when he was a new teacher; he always felt like a real maverick to me. It wasn’t too long after that movie Top Gun came out, and in that movie there were these people who fly fighter planes and they just respond like this (snapping her fingers). They possess some internal navigational skills that are highly instinctual and intuitive. And Adya felt very much like that; he'd respond immediately to what life offered, and easily reverse direction. Now, within myself I feel that the more this awakening is deepening and unfolding, the more I have a sense of suppleness and ability to shift more quickly. Life is turning this way, “Okay,” and then you turn this way. And then comes its next curve or turn, and it feels a little bit more like somehow the whole ride is being ridden...

To see that the One in me and the One in my husband, in this case, is the same One in all of life. So, it’s not that we need to see that together. But I think the recognition that that’s the same One in all of life came at the exact same time as seeing that it’s the same One in my husband.

Do you think you serve the same function for Adya?

Everything serves that, absolutely."

-- "Mukti, Adyashanti's wife, is the Associate Teacher of Open Gate Sangha. Mukti has been a student of Adyashanti since he began teaching in 1996, and together they officially founded Open Gate Sangha. Previously, Mukti studied the teachings of Paramahansa Yogananda for over 20 years.

In her own teachings, Mukti points audiences back to their natural state of wholeness or undivided consciousness. Licensed in acupuncture and certified to teach hatha yoga, Mukti has a love of the whole of experience in form, as well as the formless."

Affirmation of Nonduality

"In the spiritual world there is an implicit belief that judgment is duality, but criticism backed by logical arguments can lead to knowledge of nonduality.

Some people suffer from low self-esteem, and look for emotional validation in their communications and relationships. They avoid honest communication, and think that criticism implies separation and duality. They can’t see that negation of their illogical thinking is an affirmation of nonduality."

-- James Swartz

What’s Love Got to Do with It?

"Except from Sundari's new book...

"The idea that there is only one Self is radical because the information we get though our senses does not confirm it.  However, if you carefully follow this experience based logic, you will understand.  Everyone knows that they exist and that they are conscious.  No one ever informed you of this fact because it is self-evident.  You cannot say you exist unless you know you exist and you cannot know you exist unless you are conscious, nor can you know you exist unless you exist.  So, your Existence and your Consciousness are non-different.  Everyone exists and is conscious.  

The next question: is your Existence/Consciousness a property of your body or does your body borrow its Existence/Consciousness?  When you say, “I am” you probably think that your Existence/Consciousness belongs to the body.  To say you ‘probably do’ is not true.  You definitely believe it because you don’t want to die.  But ask yourself, “Does Existence die?”  If it dies, it would have to be born.  But when was Existence born?  There is no evidence that Existence was born.  There is plenty of evidence that the body was born, so if you are the body, your fear of death is justified.

But am I the body?  I am not the body because the body is an object known to me.  This ‘me’ is my existent conscious ever-present Self.  Now ask yourself, “What am I doing right now to exist and be conscious?”  The answer is “nothing.”  Existing is not something you do.  It is what you are.  Being conscious is not something you do.  It is what you are.  If your body was creating Existence/Consciousness, it would disappear when your body dies.  But it doesn’t. 

Now ask, “Is the Existence and Consciousness that I enjoy different from the Existence and Consciousness that everyone else enjoys?”  The answer is no.  If the answer was yes, nobody would understand me when I say, “I am.”  But everyone knows what “I am” means because we all share the same “I am,”—Existence/Consciousness.”  If you add attributes to “I am” then you differentiate the Self into many.  But, differences belong to the body and mind, not to the “I am.”

Now tell me when you are not experiencing “I am.”  You will say, I was not experiencing it before I was born, nor will I experience it when I die.  Why is this not true?  Because there is no evidence whatsoever that you, Existence/Consciousness, were not present before the body appeared as an object in your consciousness.  And if you contend that it is true, then it would only be true if you were there to witness the birth of the body, which you couldn’t have if you were the body.  The body is inert, a food tube; it doesn’t witness anything.  It doesn’t know me just like my reflection in a mirror doesn’t see me.  I see it. It is the Self, the witness of the body, that is always present in every conscious being as the universal ever-experienced “I.”  

What’s Love Got to Do with It?
Everything it turns out, because your “I am” is love.  How does that work?   You may desire a new car, house or a new lover.  I may desire a new boat, a trip to Indonesia and a divorce from my husband.  Yes, the objects we desire or fear are different, but is my feeling of desire itself, different from yours?  No, it isn’t.  Just as when I say, “I exist” you know what it means to exist.  When I say, “I want” you immediately know what I am talking about because you experience exactly the same feeling I do because desire is one.  Similarly, when you say, “I am” or “I want” you also say, “I love.”  When you say, “I love” I don’t interrupt you and ask what does “I love” mean because I too love certain things.  I only have a doubt about the object that the love centers on - my husband/lover, my body, job, house, what have you. 

What Does It Mean to Say I am Love?
What does it mean to say that the Existence/Consciousness I am is love?  It means that you are a partless whole.  Nothing substantial can be added to Existence.  If it could, we would have names for the other Existences from which existence could borrow things or for existences that could subtract things from Existence.  But I don’t shrink or grow.  I am always the same.  If Consciousness changed, I wouldn’t know what it means to say, “I know.”  Everyone knows what knowing is because knowing is the essence of the Self.  If I am a partless whole, I can’t gain or lose anything, which means I am free of fear and desire.  When I am free of fear and desire, as mentioned above in the Cupid example, I experience love.  The nature of the Self is love, which is non-different from Existence/Consciousness...

"Passion is not all upside, contrary to popular opinion.  Duality being what it is, passion’s downside is equal to its upside.  The downside is bondage to sex objects and the corrective upside is dispassion, a foreign word in the world of sexuality.  Dispassion, however, need not imply an absence of passion, only knowledge of the global factors involved sexual situations.  Because sex involves two people with different conditioning, dispassion is an acute appreciation of differences.  When you are focused on getting rid of the pain of your desire, you have little interest in the big picture, but the the little picture—your momentary needs—is controlled by the situation.  Getting what you want only works with the blessing of all the factors in the field.    Even one small thought can instantly turn pleasure into pain...

When you fall in love with someone, you are on your best behavior because your worst instincts are suppressed, at least until you feel secure in the relationship.  Once the suppression mechanism is unnecessary, you revert to type and discover you are the same person you were in the last relationship, the person who wanted a new relationship to get back his or her lovable old self.

Relationships are one of the best ways to circumvent dealing with the parts of ourselves that need work because you end up dealing with somebody else’s stuff too.  Even if you are a lovable person and your stuff doesn’t bother you, someone else’s will.

In any case, I need to know that the ostensible reason for my relationship is never the actual reason.  I don’t ultimately care about the object.  I care about removing my sense of dissatisfaction with myself."

-- Sundari

"On Septemper 29, 2011 I (James Swartz) married Isabella Viglietti whose spiritual name is Sundari. Sundari is a Sanskrit word the means "the Beauty that make beauty beautiful." It is a name for the Self because the beauty that we see with our eyes and appreciate with our minds is a pale reflection of the light of Awareness, the Self."

Line Up Boys

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I understand there are a good many Southerners in the room tonight. I know the South very well. I spent twenty years there one night. Last time I was down South I walked into this restaurant and this white waitress came up to me and said, "We don't serve colored people here." I said, "That's all right. I don't eat colored people. Bring me a whole fried chicken." Then these three white boys came up to me and said, "Boy, we're giving you fair warning. Anything you do to that chicken, we're gonna do to you." So I put down my knife and fork, I picked up that chicken and I kissed it. Then I said, "Line up, boys!"
~ In 1961, Dick Gregory was working at the black-owned Roberts Show Bar in Chicago when he was spotted by Hugh Hefner. Gregory was performing this material before a largely white audience.

“Once I accept injustice, I become injustice. For example, paper mills give off a terrible stench. But the people who work there don't smell it. Remember, Dr. King was assassinated when he went to work for garbage collectors. To help them as workers to enforce their rights. They couldn't smell the stench of the garbage all around them anymore. They were used to it. They would eat their lunch out of a brown bag sitting on the garbage truck. One day, a worker was sitting inside the back of the truck on top of the garbage, and got crushed to death because no one knew he was there.”
~ Gregory gave the keynote address for Black History Month at Bryn Mawr College on February 28, 2013. His take-away message to the students was to never accept injustice.

“Let me say this. Never before in the history of this planet have anybody made the progress that African Americans have made in a 30-year period, in spite of black folks and white folks denying the number one problem we’re confronted with now is police brutality. Now, am I saying police brutality is worse today than it was 50 years ago? No. Then what have changed? My mindset. There’s things I would have tolerated 50 years ago that I won’t tolerate there.

Here’s what make police brutality so bad. If I’m in Mississippi and a Klansman say, “Ni**er, come here,” I say, “Your mama’s a ni**er.” If he pull out a gun on me, I can take the gun and pistol-whip him. I can’t do that to a cop. If a cop say, “Ni**er, come here,” I got to stop. If he pull out a gun, I can’t take it. So, they have a power over me. And yet, white America, many folks in the black community—and, finally, just let me just say this here. Colin Powell is probably one of the strongest human beings on the planet, because he’s secretary of state. If Colin Powell was in New York—I’m going to say this twice, so you all don’t walk off and say it happened. If Colin Powell was in New York and his best friend was hit by a car and they called him and they take him to Columbia Presbyterian and Colin runs down, get a elevator, come downstairs to find out that a black man can’t get a cab in New York today. And then he’s asked the doorman, “How far is Columbia Presbyterian?” He says, “It’s two blocks that way and a half a block to the right.” And he starts jogging. It’s at 9:00 at night. He starts starts jogging, praying, “My best friend, I hope he be alive when I get there.”

These racist white cops turn the corner, they see a ni**er running, they don’t see Colin Powell. They say, “Stop, ni**er.” He keeps running, chokehold, he’s dead. And America want to be outraged because we don’t mind you killing a ordinary Negro, but not Colin Powell…

“So, Friday, I’m starting a fast to thank Ali. My wife said, “How long are you going?” I might go 10 years. I don’t know yet, haven’t made up my mind. Have not made up my mind. But I’m not going to eat no more food after I leave that funeral. It might be 10 years. It might be for the rest of my life. I don’t know. That’s the effect he had on me. I’m out here. I know what people do with money. I know the parties they go to. I know how they sit back and woof and talk all the talk. Not me. I’m say thanks to him and to his wife, 25 years. When the glory days was gone, she’s picking him up and carrying him and answering the phone. Answering the phone. So when I went by to see him last year, I said, “Can he remember?” She said, “I don’t think so.” I said, “I’ll ask him. I owe him about $2 million.” I said, “I owe you any money?” “No, no.” I say, “He’s sick. He’s sick.”

~ Dick Gregory in 2016.
The legendary comedian, civil rights activist died at a hospital in Washington, D.C., on August 19, 2017, at the age of 84 (just days after the death of his close friend and fellow Vietnam War resister, heavyweight boxing champ of the world Muhammad Ali.) The cause was heart failure. Dave Chappelle ended his show at Radio City Music Hall by calling Dick Gregory a giant and saying he wouldn’t be here today if Gregory had not been there before him.

“Dick Gregory was born Richard Claxton Gregory on October 12, 1932, into poverty and deprivation in St. Louis, Missouri. In some ways his humble beginnings fueled the topical racial comedy which catapulted him into fame in the 1960s. The radicalization which transformed many Americans during the 1960s led Gregory to see things in a global perspective. Many of his public appearances started to combine comedy with political commentary. He became an outspoken opponent of American involvement in Vietnam and of racial as well as ethnic discrimination in America and elsewhere. Dick Gregory was a deeply spiritual man but was not limited to any traditional religion or formulized dogma. Instead, he advocated the attainment of oneness with a "Godself," which he believed was the most complete state of being. He advocated a holistic approach to life through diet, fitness, and spiritual awareness.”
~ biography dot your dictionary dot com

Z is for Zero

“Sue Grafton, a prolific author of detective novels known for an alphabetically titled series that began in 1982 with “A Is for Alibi,” died on Thursday night in Santa Barbara, Calif. She was 77. Her daughter Jamie Clark, announcing the death on the author’s website and Facebook page, said Ms. Grafton had cancer. With the publication of her latest book in August, Ms. Grafton’s alphabetical series had reached “Y Is for Yesterday.” “She was adamant that her books would never be turned into movies or TV shows,” her daughter wrote, “and in that same vein, she would never allow a ghost writer to write in her name. Because of all of those things, and out of the deep abiding love and respect for our dear sweet Sue, as far as we in the family are concerned, the alphabet now ends at Y...”

Ms. Grafton’s husband, Steven F. Humphrey, said her illness had prevented her from making any progress on the planned final book in the series, although she did have the title. “She always said that last book would be ‘Z Is for Zero,’ ” he said. “She’d been saying that for 30 years...”

Sue Taylor Grafton was born on April 24, 1940, in Louisville, Ky. Her father, C. W. Grafton, was a lawyer who also wrote mystery novels, and her mother, the former Vivian Harnsberger, was a teacher. “Y Is for Yesterday,” the latest of Ms. Grafton’s Kinsey Millhone novels, was published this year.  “Ask me if I’d ever sell the film or TV rights to these books,” she said in a 2013 interview with The Minneapolis Star Tribune promoting “W Is for Wasted.” “No, I would not. I would never let those clowns get their hands on my work. They’d ruin it for everyone, me more than most.”  “A Is for Alibi” was her eighth book and, she said, “my ticket out of Hollywood.” “I was smitten with all those little Victorian children being dispatched in various ways,” she told The New York Times in 2015. “ ‘A is for Amy who fell down the stairs; B is for Basil assaulted by bears; C is for Clara who wasted away; D is for Desmond thrown out of a sleigh.’ Edward Gorey was deliciously bent..”

Her book series features Kinsey Millhone, a private investigator, whom “A Is for Alibi” introduced this way:

“My name is Kinsey Millhone. I’m a private investigator, licensed by the state of California. I’m thirty-two years old, twice divorced, no kids. The day before yesterday I killed someone and the fact weighs heavily on my mind.” Ms. Grafton read the Nancy Drew books and Agatha Christie growing up, but, she said, the first book that really rocked her was Mickey Spillane’s “I, the Jury.” “After Nancy Drew and Agatha Christie, what a revelation!” she said, “and it may have been the moment when the spirit of Kinsey Millhone first sparked to life...”

Ms. Grafton was forever being asked how much of her was in Kinsey Millhone, and she acknowledged that there was a sort of alter-ego connection between author and character. But, she noted to The Seattle Times in an interview in August, there was one big difference: She realized early in the series that if she was going to write the entire alphabet, Kinsey could not age in real time and still be limber enough for a fast-moving detective yarn. “When I started, she was 32 and I was 42,” Ms. Grafton said. “And now she’s 39 and I’m 77, which I just do not think is fair...”

~ NY Times

Allah Made Me Funny

“Well, ladies and gentlemen, notice that I said ladies and gentlemen, women obviously are superior to men, the fact that the only reason we have to have this debate is because men refuse to accept it. I will prove to you that women are indeed superior to men by making a series of logical arguments, which will be impossible to rebut, especially when you look at these people. There are many ways in which women are superior to men, I could stand here and lecture you all day, but instead I only have a few minutes, so I'll focus on three very important ways. When you want to choose somebody to be your partner, you generally want to choose somebody who's smart, somebody who's kind and somebody who's attractive.

As it turns out women are smarter than men, kinder and gentler and nicer than men and certainly far more attractive. First of all, it's a proven fact, women have a higher IQ than men, across the world that's a fact. They also have higher emotional intelligence, think about it, have you ever been in a debate with a woman and actually won? That holds true whether you're a man or a woman; when a woman debates a woman it's always a tie, always. Don't forget that. Woman are kinder and gentler and nicer than men, think about it, if you have to be in a car accident would you rather the person in the other car be a man or a woman? And if you're in a car accident chances are the driver's probably a woman, let's be honest. Let me just, as an aside, I'm just putting it out there. And people say in the Middle East:

'Woman are not superior to men, they can't even drive'. Women are the ones who made that rule because they want to have drivers take them everywhere, generally those drivers are men. So women are smarter, women are kinder, gentler, nicer, but most importantly, I would say, 'cause this is absolutely irrefutable, women are more attractive. Women are beautiful, men are disgusting. You have no idea how much work went into me looking this presentable, and I still look scary. I have little kids, my kids' friends think I'm a monster; 'Where the Wild Things Are' - standing right here. So, the fact of the matter is women are indeed superior to men in all of the key ways; now there is one way in which men are indeed superior to women, they're physically stronger. That's true, men are stronger than women, but let's think about something. What have men used all that strength to do? Spread evil in the world, that's all they do.

Everything evil happening in the world is caused by men. War? Men. Crime? Men. Economic financial meltdown in the whole world? Men. Abuse of natural resources, destruction of the earth? Men. High heels? Men. Thong underwear? Men. Let's be honest here, everything evil happening in the world ladies and gentlemen is caused by men. There's a lot of stereotypes about men and women, okay. Hollywood tends to perpetuate these stereotypes more than anyone else. Since I'm here in the Arab world amongst a group of predominantly Muslim people, I'm going to share something from the heart.

Can I do that? Can I do that? If you think about, what are the two biggest stereotypes about Muslim men and Muslim women? Muslim men are terrorists, Muslim women are oppressed. Have these people been inside of a Muslim household? Because if you bother to investigate you quickly figure you have it exactly opposite. That's right, Muslim women are terrorists, Muslim men are oppressed. They talk a big game: 'Yeah, that's what I said. Isn't that right honey?' unless they're rich Arabs in the Gulf then they go: 'Isn't that right honey, honey, honey?'

I always love the fact that half the audience doesn't get that joke, why's she running around the house so much? So many mirrors. I do watch a show in America that I enjoy tremendously, I'm sure you guys get it here on satellite television, it's called The Bachelor. You guys watch this show? Every time I watch that I have to admit I always imagine what it would be like if they made that show in the Middle East. That would be entertainment. There's a little guy, he'd get down to the last four girls and be like: 'I cannot make up my mind. All four of you come with me'. And finally, since I am in the Arab world I'd like to say something about Arab men. Can I do that? Can I do that? I grew up with Arabs, I'm from Chicago, Illinois, the hometown of President Barack Obama, and I grew up with a lot of Arab people. I love Arabs  (Speaks in Arabic: He who is speaking Arabic is Arabic).

But I want to say something about Arabs, Arab men have some hot blood, that's right, I said it. I think Arab men have the same gene as Latino women. Because no matter what they're talking about somehow the temperature starts to rise. This is a one hundred percent true story, I'm from Chicago, there was an Egyptian brother, really nice guy. Every time he gives a talk, every time he gives a speech, no matter what he's talking about the temperature starts to rise. This is a true story, this is what he said one time, he goes: 'We have to love each other, we have to love each other', I was like: 'Dude, I'm not feeling the love right now. A little less love, man; too much love'. But here's a little trick ladies and gentlemen, I'll leave you with this, if you ever find yourself in a situation with the Arab dude and the temperature's starting to rise too high, you can always calm him down. It's a little magic trick, are you ready? You just go like this (makes hand gesture)... I don't know what this is, it's like a little upside down pinch of salt: 'Brother, brother, have some humus'. Thank you very much. Peace.”

~ Trancript Comedy special: This House believes women are superior to men
Monday May 24 2010 MOTION PASSED by 67% to 33%
The Doha Debates are a unique venture in the Arab world, providing a battleground for conflicting opinions and arguments about the major political topics of the region.Although the Debates are financed by the Qatar Foundation for Education, Science and Community Development, no government, official body or broadcaster has any control over what is said at the sessions or who is invited.

~ Azhar Usman is a standup comedian, actor, writer, playwright, and producer who has been called "America's funniest Muslim" (CNN) and was named one of the 500 most influential Muslims in the world (Georgetown University). Legendary comedian Dave Chappelle, for whom Usman has opened more than 50 times, called him “untouchable…a comedian from the future.” Usman has performed in more than 20 countries across five continents with Allah Made Me Funny, the comedy troupe he co-founded. As a writer, he’s worked with Hasan Minhaj for the 2017 White House Correspondents Dinner, as well as on stand-up specials for Minhaj, Hannibal Buress, and Dave Chappelle. Attacking stereotypes and sensitive topics with humour and insight, Usman manages to make audiences laugh and think in equal parts.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IcwBNqHnJkU

Mullah Nasruddin

"The Mullah was enamored of Indian classical music. He eagerly sought out a teacher to take private lessons. "How much will it cost?" asked the Mullah.      "Three pieces of silver the first month and one piece of silver from the second month onward," replied the teacher. "Excellent!" replied the Mullah. "Sign me up from the second month!"

The Mulla, in deep exasperation, sought a cure from a healer because every night for the past month he had dreamt about having wrestling matches with donkeys. The healer thoughtfully prepared a special herbal mixture for him and said, “Eat this, and your dreams will go away.” “Thank you so much, but can I start tomorrow?” the Mulla asked. “Why not tonight?” the healer inquired. Said the Mulla, “Because tonight I am scheduled to wrestle in the finals of the championship match!”

One rainy evening, the Mulla attended a religious meeting in a house of worship. As the leader was declaiming about the beauty and superiority of their particular institution, a fierce storm arose and the weak rafters of the sacred house began to creak ominously. “Don’t worry,” said the leader. “These rafters are actually singing hymns of praise out of love for God.” Hearing this, the Mulla pointed toward the swaying rafters and asked, “But what if the building, out of love for God, decides to bow and prostrate itself to the Almighty?”

“A neighbor who Nasruddin didn't like very much came over to his compound one day. The neighbor asked Nasruddin if he could borrow his donkey. Nasruddin not wanting to lend his donkey to the neighbor he didn't like told him, "I would love to loan you my donkey but only yesterday my brother came from the next town to use it to carry his wheat to the mill to be grounded. The donkey sadly is not here." The neighbor was disappointed. But he thanked Nasruddin and began to walk away. Just as he got a few steps away, Mullah Nasruddin's donkey, which was in the back of his compound all the time, let out a big bray. The neighbor turned to Nasruddin and said, "Mullah Sahib, I thought you told me that your donkey was not here. Mullah Nasruddin turned to the neighbor and said, "My friend, who are you going to believe? Me or the donkey?”

An esteemed doctor, came to the Mulla’s sickbed, examined him carefully, and then said to the sick man’s wife, “Madam, I am sorry to inform you that your husband has passed away.” The Mulla protested in a feeble voice, “But I’m alive! I’m alive!” “Quiet!” his wife retorted. “Don’t argue with the doctor!”

~ "The Mulla has tamed his donkey ego— it knows in which direction to go. The Mulla does not believe in hierarchy and faults religious institutions and clerics for their rigidity and lust for glory and power. Rather than turn his back on students, he prefers to face them. Most of all, he is happy to break conventional patterns of thinking and being. The Mulla does not care what you think of him; he does not seek your approval. Without a reputation or image to uphold, he laughs at his foibles and invites you to join him. He has a rare readiness to admit his mistakes. Because he does not aspire to be a teacher, he is a true teacher." ~ Imam Jamal Rahman

Art ~ Rokni Haerizadeh, We Will Join Hands in Love and Rebuild Our Country
“This guy is a jester personified. He lives with his brother in Dubai, and he can’t go back to Iran because his work is critical of the regime. The piece is about the movement to rebuild Iran after the war. He’s making fun of how the nation was all about that kumbaya spirit, equating it to everyone being crammed into an animal going nowhere. The man riding the animal is Mullah Nasruddin, a well-known comedy character who supposedly rode his donkey backwards. The figure to the side is a western photographer, watching the ludicrous spectacle.”

Learn the Music of Life Everywhere

“Nature demands, life demands a certain standard of understanding, of thinking, of living and that can be learned by learning the tune and the rhythm which makes the music of life. It is by this that the happiness is attained which is the  seeking of every soul. And in this manner one will progress continually until one touches the Divine Spirit that pervades all and which is everywhere.”
~ Hazrat Inayat Khan

"Shame comes at us from many different directions — families of origin, the guilt-tripping religious world, the competitive marketplace, the collective consciousness itself. I know of very few people who move through the world with a healthy sense of self, with a real appreciation for their divinity and inherent magnificence.

And the spiritual bypass movement just makes things worse for those who are seeking answers, bashing the ego in its entirety, repressing the shadow in the name of a version of enlightenment that is more self-avoidant than expansive, and even characterizing the body as spiritually sub-standard, as though the divine made a mistake putting us in human form.

This cycle is often perpetuated by the artificial-forgiveness community, who diminish those who dare to work on their unresolved feelings by telling them that their feelings are an illusion, their experiences are mischaracterized, their stories tiresome. Just jump out of your process and forgive your wrongdoers — put their process ahead of even your own.

Levels and levels of madness, that leave spiritual seekers entirely confused about the value of healing the “pain body” and elevating the self-concept. Let’s get this straight — Shame is not an illusion. Self-loathing is not an illusion. Our stories are not illusions. Abuse and neglect are not illusions. And the need to heal our hearts and elevate our self-concepts is essential to healthy functioning. Pretending things aren’t real doesn’t make them go away. Facing them does."

~ Jeff Brown

Purpose of Meditation

"Q: What is the purpose of meditation?

Adya: The purpose of meditation is to find the meditator. When you look for the meditator, you won't find him, her, or it. All you'll find is silent emptiness. In finding emptiness, the mind stops. If you let it, emptiness will stop the mind -- unless you run back into samsara, into the mind's drama of thinking, striving, and confusion. When you allow emptiness to stop your mind, you'll awaken and realize that you are that emptiness. You'll realize that you are not the mind or the body or any meditative phenomena. You are emptiness. Emptiness means limitless, boundless, pure consciousness. You are not a thing. You are not a body-thing or a mental-thing or an emotional-thing or a thing with a history in time. You are no-thing. You are consciousness itself. Let go of your attachment to thing-ness, and you will awaken to that which is the source of all things. You are that source. Go directly to that source. Don't waste your lifetime defining yourself as a thing. Wake up from that dream, and you are free."

~ Adyashanti

The Impact of Awakening
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Photo -- Two year old monk Nongkorn has been at Wat Pa Maneekan temple in Thailand since he was three months old. Owing to the early mornings and his young age, Nongkorn often finds it hard to stay awake during the day.

Balance

"Maintaining balance is supportive to our entire being as well as nourishing to the Soul of the World. Remember what is good and beautiful, take a long walk in nature, spend time alone, with friends, family, or an uplifting book. Delighting in simple things is what the world needs.

Placing our attention on what is whole and untouched and remembering what is true in the midst of what humans are up to, helps us to cultivate sanity. Love blooms and is revealed when we rest in the simplicity of our Being.

Once balance is restored, life moves in the way it is meant to, engaged or not engaged in a whole and undivided way touching on what is needed to help right our passage on this beautiful Earth we all call Home."

-- Susanne Marie

Feel Like Crucifixion

I’m not impressed by the mastery of intellectual philosophies much anymore.

Show me a mom who’s going through a spiritual awakening in turn, every one of her senses is dialed up to a ten; and the smallest sound is like daggers in her head. Yet, she’s taking the kids to Disneyland in the midst of that awakening which is going to feel like a crucifixion, but she does it anyway because she refuses to abandon her humanity. Now that’s impressive.

-Atreya Thomas

Dirty Love

"Yes, this is a dirty love. The unloved and unwanted and unmet get stuck under its fingernails. It wants all of its children, not just the pretty ones. It is the mother, the father, the lover we always longed for. It loves because that’s all it knows. It would work its knuckles to the bone just to be here.

We pretend to be fearless and beyond human concerns only because we are afraid. We act at being peaceful and undisturbed only because there is a tumult inside. We strain to show others how far beyond anger we have gone, only because anger still rages in us, longing to be met. We show off our perfect spiritual knowledge in public to mask our perfect private doubt. It’s a perfect balance.

Who will stop pretending? Who will meet the ‘shadow’, the misunderstood ‘dark side’ of life, those waves of ourselves that are not inherently negative or sinful or dark, just neglected and abandoned and longing for home? Who will meet life’s orphaned children? Who will sacrifice the image for the delight of not knowing?

It is such a relief to no longer have to pretend to be anything – not ‘the awakened one’, nor ‘the one who knows’, nor ‘the blissed-out experiencer’, nor ‘the spiritual expert’ – and instead to know ourselves on a deeper level as the home for those homeless parts of experience that we always thought should disappear.

Our unwanted children cannot disappear until they are truly free to appear in us. And when they are truly free, who would ever want them to disappear? When they are no longer unwanted, is there any problem? Even the unwanted are wanted here in the vastness that we are. There is plenty of space.

Beyond awakening, there is this grace, this inexplicable and heartbreaking timeless welcoming of everything as it arises.

By dirtying itself until it cannot dirty itself any more, this love purifies itself."

- Jeff Foster

Photos -- "Where one person sees a dirty car, the other one sees a blank canvas. And if you live in Moscow, your car can also become the ‘target,’ doesn’t matter if you want it or not!

It’s thanks to the Russian illustrator Nikita Golubev, who brings out the full artistic potential of dirty cars by turning them into amazing pieces of art.

Before he started this ongoing project, Nikita also did plenty of painting, drawing and digital art, which you can see on his Facebook page. But this project has to take the crown simply because of how fragile and temporary these amazing drawings are.

So the next time somebody mocks your dirty car, just explain to them that you’re simply supporting the local street artists with a canvas."

-- Bored Panda

Final Moments

"On the surface it was simple enough: a small plane took off from Teeterboro airport in New Jersey on its way to Glens Falls, a small town near Albany. It was lost in fog and crashed into a mountain. One person died and three survived. But superficial narrative does little to convey the depth of the experience. The person who died was Rudi, my spiritual teacher, my guru, the person I loved more than anyone in the world.

I cannot imagine how I would have responded to this news if I hadn’t been in the plane when it hit the mountain and seen Rudi’s body surrounded by wreckage, rocks and barren trees. I never asked myself why it happened. There were simply no answers. I surprised myself by showing little or no outward emotion, never getting angry or upset.

But my inner life raged like a forest fire, and I struggled to find my connection with God. I tried to adjust to life without Rudi. I forgave God and death for taking from me the person who had saved my life. I never shared my innermost thoughts and feelings. I knew that I’d have to work hard on myself to let go of Rudi; I knew that loving him meant building my own connection with Higher Creative Energy in the Universe. I needed to keep Rudi in my heart, to continue his work and climb my personal mountain to spiritual enlightenment. I remember him saying, “The best way to serve your guru is to build your inner life, to get your own connection with God.”Rudi’s meditation practice and unconditional love had helped me through the most difficult period of my life.

Now that he was gone, I wanted him to dance with angels, to be a speck of light in the cosmos, to nestle himself in the bosom of God. I believed that my tears, lamentations and sorrow would only bring him back to earth —they would negate his lifetime of work and surrender. Twenty years had passed since the plane crash. I had spent seven of those years living in Texas where I ran a meditation center. Then I returned to New York City.

I would visit the crash site —to me a holy place where my spiritual teacher took his samadhi —once a year with many students, most of whom had never met Rudi. We’d meditate there, and during those meditations, I realized that birth and death were part of a cosmic dance. One didn’t negate the other. I also realized that Rudi lived inside me. To be with him, I simply had to open my heart, love him, be loved by him, and renew my spiritual quest every day."

-- Stuart Perrin

Time to Grow

I wish everyone a happy New Year’s and I hope that 2018 brings deep inner growth, joy, love, and a greater ability to transform life’s problems into a reason to grow and become a highly conscious human being.

"The answers to life’s difficulties exist within every one of us. It never makes sense to blame the world for our problems, because external pressure and conflict never go away. They’re a great teacher of sorts, a reminder that we have to build strong inner lives to maintain any kind of balance. It’s like the irritation in an oyster that produces a pearl. If we take the time to transform tension and insecurity into love and joy and become thankful for life’s indiscretions that remind us to do some kind of inner work…we become that pearl. There’s nothing nobler than one’s ability to transform confusion into spiritual awareness, to learn to forgive trespasses as they occur every day..." ~ Stuart Perrin

From the Hindu perspective:

"The Supreme Maha Vishnu – the omnipresent, Omnipotent, Omniscient, creator, protector, destroyer, giver of knowledge, ignorance, bondage and liberation creates Chaturmukha Brahma from his Navel. He then creates the universe manifesting Himself in the four-faced Brahma. The life of a universe is linked to the life span of the Chaturmukha Brahma.

The life span of Brahma is 100 cosmic years (Caturmukha brahmaNaH paramAyurvarShashataM). This quantum is denoted as Para.

1 cosmic year = 360 cosmic days.
1 cosmic day = 28 Manvantaras (14 Manvantaras = day, 14 manvantaras = night).
1 Manvantara = 71 Mahayuga.
1 Mahayuga = 4 Yugas (43 lakh 20 thousand human years)
4 yugas = Krita, Treta, Dvapara, Kali.
Krita Yuga = 17 lakh 28 Thousand human years 17,28,000.
Treta yuga = 12 lakh 96 Thousand human years = 12,96,000.
Dvapara yuga = 8 lakh 64 thousand human years = 8,64,000.
Kaliyuga = 4 lakh 32 thousand human years = 4,32,000

Out of the 100 years of Brahma time 50 years have already elapsed. We are now in
the 51st year of Brahma, first month, first day (kalpa by name Shvetavarahakalpa)."

Hail Benji

Thanks for your sincerity. I remember meeting lots of folks like Benji when I was poor, depressed and eating at soup kitchens. Every human being is our brother or sister. Hail Benji.

~^< ♥ >^~ and ~^< ♥ >^~ WE ARE THE SANCTUARY, THE HEALING PLACE... via Patricia Saile, attributed to Kevin Beck

"A few years ago, here in Boulder, I met a guy slightly younger than me named Benji. He was from Wichita Falls, Texas, but had been in the area for six or seven years. We became acquainted under circumstances most people would consider odd, but were pretty ordinary in my world, and his, at the time. He had a winter jacket with him that he didn't need and didn't fit him all that well, so he gave it to me. I didn't "need" it either, but it fit me perfectly, and it has outlasted whatever winter wear I had at the time.

The last time I saw Benji, this fall, near the King Soopers on 30th Street, he was clearly not doing well in a number predictable ways. He had lost his phone and his backpack, and had therefore been parted from pretty much everything he'd had. But he was full of his usual drawling wry humor, and had just gotten hired at a local restaurant, not for the first time. Benji had hard time keeping jobs, but not because he wasn't a reliable worker. He was actually a relentless worker, experienced in the hospitality industry, and it was plain from the way he spoke that he had the capability to take charge of an industrial kitchen environment. But when his demons started knocking him around, they wouldn't let up and Benji would be AWOL for long periods.

Benji froze to death somewhere on the streets of Boulder on Christmas Eve, maybe early Christmas morning. I wish I could say I was surprised to learn this.

I don't know all of the details, but I can confidently fill in most of the blanks. He was probably drunk. There's no point in gilding the lily here, and he wouldn't want to be remembered in the form of a bullshit hagiography anyway. He probably drank himself unconscious with the full intent of doing exactly that, and he probably told himself he didn't care whether he woke up or not. Whatever the case, it was in the single digits the other night, and now he's gone.

You don't want to picture it, but it's there: a guy with a bottle, lying by himself against a tree or a building, probably with a view of passing cars, thinking that's just what he needs for a few hours even if the world seems bleak and is marching on without him. Huddling someplace out of view, maybe near one of the bike paths or behind one of those warehouse off Arapahoe. A defiant form of loneliness so dark and complete that you could almost call it elegant if you know anything about it.

About all I can say at this point is that the biggest difference between Benji and me right now is dumb fucking luck, because I was a lot closer to ending up exactly like that than all but a handful of people I know recognize.

It's no one's fault. Sometimes pain only finds a mortal solution and it's somehow worse when it happens to someone few people around here are going to remember...."

You Know not what You've Done

"The great scientist Sir Isaac Newton worked several hours every day for twenty years and wrote down the results of his brilliant research. One day he went out for a walk leaving the papers on the table. His pet dog ‘diamond’ was lying in the room. A few minutes later, it jumped on to the table playfully. Due to this, the burning candle fell on the bundle of manuscript and it caught fire. Twenty years of hard research was reduced to ashes within minutes. When Newton came back he was shocked. His precious papers were now a handful of ashes. Any one else would have beaten the dog to death. But Newton simply stroked the dog’s head and said looking at it with pity ‘Diamond, you know not what you have done.’

He started writing again. It took him several years to complete the task. How great was his compassion for the dumb animal. Newton’s heart was as great as his head.

The humanity may remember him for the gravitational laws and celebrate his scientific contributions but for us faunae, this incident alone is enough to catapult him to greatness!

It is difficult to forgive a wrong done to you – yet, with a stronger will it is possible. To forget the whole episode requires super human effort and nobility of heart. If you develop the habit of forgiving and forgetting, you will not have any enemy in this wide world. You will be friendly with all.

Swami Vivekananda uttered : "Know that talking ill of others in private is a sin. You must wholly avoid it. Many things may occur to the mind, but it gradually makes a mountain of a molehill if you try to express them. Everything is ended if you forgive and forget."

- Author Unknown

Ran Away

“When I was still a child, there was a time early on that I was so unhappy at the monastery, I ran away. It was during the period when I had to memorize the thick text that contained all the prayers and ritual recitations of the monastery. It was the fundamental teacher's job to decide who the young monk's text teacher would be. There are some text teachers who are stern and fierce and some who are patient and gentle. My fundamental teacher, my uncle, chose a monk named Gelong Dompelpa-la, who was very well known and respected, but was a very strict teacher. Everyone was frightened of him, including me. He made me work very hard on my memorization and chanting. He insisted that I do my chanting loudly and very clearly. I had to memorize the passages very quickly too. The end result was good, but at the time I couldn't really look at it that way. It was the custom to stay the night at the text teacher's house, and the student only returned to his own home in the afternoon of the next day. I had to go to Dompelpa-la's house in the evening and had to read a portion of this text over and over. Then later I had to recite that section to prove that I had learned it. In the beginning I had a little difficulty with this and my teacher became angry with me.

One day I was unable to do the recitation and he became very angry and scolded me and beat me. He told me that I had to work harder. The next day I was still unable to recite it and again I received a scolding and a beating. Then my teacher showed me two whips that were hanging from a post in his house and he told me that if I didn't do my recitation properly the next day he would whip me with them. I was very frightened. I didn't think I would be able to do the recitation the next day and would have to face a whipping. When I returned to my home the next afternoon, my uncle tried to be encouraging in his stern way, but all I did was worry about the whipping. I decided then to run away that night.

When it was time for me to go back to Dompelpa-la's house, I went instead down to the main gate of the monastery and hid behind the open gate. I knew I couldn't make it home in the night, so I sat there for a long time, crouching behind the gate. I knew that the gatekeeper came around midnight to close and bolt the doors, so when it was close to that time, I ran to the doorway of a house nearby. It had a step down into the door, which made a small space where I could hide. I stayed there until the gatekeeper came and closed the gates. Then I returned and hid in the space of the gates, up against the doors. The gatekeeper would come out every so often on his watch so I would have to keep running back and forth between the gate of the monastery and the doorway of this house.

At one point when I was crouching in the doorway of the house it began to rain. I was protected from the rain by the doorway. However, just outside the doorway, there was an indentation that quickly filled with water. A small dog came by and began to drink from the little pool. Sometimes children do strange things, and for some reason I decided to scare this dog, which could not see me. I jumped out and the dog ran off, terrified. Unfortunately, when I did this, my foot bumped the door against which I was crouching and it got the attention of the monk who lived there. He called out, "What is going on there?" and I had to run back to my spot by the main gate. He came out with a lantern and looked around, but did not see me. I spent the whole night going back and forth between the two spots. When morning approached I knew that the gatekeeper would reopen the gates, and the monks would begin to come out and gather for the morning assembly. So I found another spot to hide and waited. I thought that once all the monks were in the assembly hall, I would have an opportunity to escape. Finally, when the gates were opened, and all the monks were in the assembly hall, I ran from the monastery.

It took me nearly all day to get back to my home but when I got back to the village I was afraid to go home because of what my parents would say. For a while I hid in a hay barn. I stayed there until I was so hungry and thirsty that I could no longer bear it, and finally, I went home. My mother scolded me and said that it was foolish and dangerous for me to walk all that way by myself. She was worried about me. When my father came home he didn't scold me much. He said that it was too late in the day to take me back to the monastery, but he would take me back in the morning. My mother then said that since I had come all that way I could stay a day or two, and then I would have to go back. They sent a message to my uncle to let him know that I was safe.

After several days my father took me back to the monastery though I really didn't want to go. I was afraid of what my uncle would say and even more afraid of my text teacher. To my surprise, my uncle was not very angry. He asked me why I had run away and caused everyone so much worry. I told him that I was afraid of my teacher, that I had not been doing well, and was afraid of being whipped. My uncle went to see my teacher and told him that there was no need for me to be hurried through my memorization; I could do it at a slower pace. This made matters much better. My uncle interceded on my behalf, and my text teacher became more patient with me from that time on.”

~ Like a Waking Dream: The Autobiography of Geshe Lhundub Sopa by Geshe Lhundub Sopa (Author),‎    Paul Donnelly (Editor),‎    His Holiness the Dalai Lama (Foreword)
Geshe Sopa came to the U.S. in 1962, eventually settling permanently in Madison, Wisconsin where he accepted a teaching position at the University of Wisconsin. He very quickly began to attract students and soon established Deer Park Buddhist Center, which hosted His Holiness the Dalai Lama's first granting of the Kalachakra initiation outside of India in 1981. Deer Park hosted numerous Geshes and Lamas over the years who came to teach and give other initiations. Geshe Sopa retired from the University in 1997 and has since concentrated his darts on making Deer Park an exemplary monastic center and resource for the study and preservation of the Dharma.

Top Photo ~ His Holiness the Dalai Lama and Geshe Sopa at Deer Park Buddhist Center, Oregon, Wisconsin, U.S., 1998. Photo by Kalleen Mortensen.

Christian and Buddhist love are altruistic and universal

“Nostra Aetate urges Christians to enter into dialogue and collaboration with religions, and to acknowledge, preserve and encourage the spiritual and moral truths found in them. It is in this spirit that this article makes a comparative theological study of altruistic love in the Christian and Buddhist Scriptures. Such comparison does not only facilitate better mutual understanding but also helps each tradition to understand itself better. The New Testament favours agapē and related words to express the idea of altruistic love, while Buddhism uses the words mettā (maitrī) and karuṇā. After presenting the main characteristics of altruistic love in Christianity and in Theravāda and Mahāyāna Buddhism, the article launches into the theological comparison.

Christian and Buddhist love are altruistic and universal. Both are opposed to malice and cruelty, are forgiving and move one to transfer one's merit, and both go to the extent of loving one's enemy and even sacrificing one's life for another. But there are many differences arising from their different worldviews. Christians love others because God has loved them, but in Theravāda the motivation is different, since there is no Supreme Being. In Mahāyāna the Buddhas will not forgive people unless they forgive others. However, it is not the Buddhas who are the highest, but it is the Ādi Buddha that is the Supreme Being. In Theravāda love is developed through personal effort, i.e., through meditation; while in Christianity love is a gift of God and cannot be cultivated merely by effort. In Christianity the person loved has intrinsic worth, but in Theravāda every person is a mere series of momentary aggregates and in Mahāyāna does not really exist. Christian love is more spontaneous and personal while Buddhist love is more sedate and detached. On the other hand, Mahāyāna love has greater warmth of feeling than that of Theravāda. Christianity has shown greater social concern than Buddhism, but it has been more violent and intolerant. Unlike Christian love, Buddhist love is extended not only to human beings, but to all living beings. In Mahāyāna the ideal is to even delay one's salvation for the sake of others.

Buddhism teaches a stoic ideal of not even feeling hurt so that, in a sense, there is no need of forgiveness for no offence has been taken. These differences with regard to the presuppositions, the motivation and the expression of love spring from the divergent worldviews not only of Christianity but also of Theravāda and Mahāyāna among themselves. It is through altruistic love that Christianity and Buddhism can reach out to each other, foster dialogue, collaborate in service, and work together to build bridges of peace and harmony to heal our broken world.”

~ Gregorianum © 2006 GBPress- Gregorian Biblical Press

Top photo ~ Pope Francis greets a Buddhist monk during a November audience with religious leaders at the Vatican / CNS photo