“In the ancient Shiva Sutras of India, it is written: “Let the mind descend into the heart.” In the Philocalia, early Christian writings on prayer, it is written: “Let the mind descend into the heart.” This is the first and last instruction for spiritual practice, for the beginner and the advanced, for the East and the West, the left and the right. Let your mind descend into your heart. Rest in the goal before the path arises. Become the Light that is born from the womb of divine darkness, and irradiate the world.” Fred Lamotte
“No enunciation of the Truth will ever be complete, no method of training will ever be suitable for all temperaments, no one can do more than mark out the little plot of infinity which he intends to cultivate, and thrust in the spade, trusting that the soil may eventually be fruitful and free from weeds so far as the bounds he has set himself extend.”
“Doctor, you say there are no haloes around the streetlights in Paris and what I see is an aberration caused by old age, an affliction. I tell you it has taken me all my life to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels, to soften and blur and finally banish the edges you regret I don’t see, to learn that the line I called the horizon does not exist and sky and water, so long apart, are the same state of being. Fifty-four years before I could see Rouen cathedral is built of parallel shafts of sun, and now you want to restore my youthful errors: fixed notions of top and bottom, the illusion of three-dimensional space, wisteria separate from the bridge it covers. What can I say to convince you the Houses of Parliament dissolve night after night to become the fluid dream of the Thames? I will not return to a universe of objects that don’t know each other, as if islands were not the lost children of one great continent. The world is flux, and light becomes what it touches, becomes water, lilies on water, above and below water, becomes lilac and mauve and yellow and white and cerulean lamps, small fists passing sunlight so quickly to one another that it would take long, streaming hair inside my brush to catch it. To paint the speed of light! Our weighted shapes, these verticals, burn to mix with air and change our bones, skin, clothes to gases. Doctor, if only you could see how heaven pulls earth into its arms and how infinitely the heart expands to claim this world, blue vapor without end.”
In honour of painter Claude Monet, who died on this day in 1926
W4GFN0 Claude Monet, landscape painting, The Houses of Parliament, sunset, 1903
“I salute the light within your eyes where the whole universe dwells. For when you are at that centre within you and I am at that place within me, we shall be one.”
Crazy Horse, leader of the Oglala Lakota nation, born on this day in 1840
Tripping Over Joy by Daniel Ladinsky (inspired by Sufi mystic Hafiz),
“What is the difference Between your experience of Existence And that of a saint?
The saint knows That the spiritual path Is a sublime chess game with God
And that the Beloved Has just made such a Fantastic Move
That the saint is now continually Tripping over Joy And bursting out in Laughter And saying, “I Surrender!”
Whereas, my dear, I am afraid you still think You have a thousand serious moves.”
V0048664 A woman tripping over a bed. Photogravure after Eadweard Muy
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A woman tripping over a bed. Photogravure after Eadweard Muybridge, 1887.
1887 By: Eadweard Muybridge and University of Pennsylvania.Published: 1887
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“Trees have desires. Rocks have knowledge. Jugs are full of emptiness and joy. All embodied ones have this in common. All are propelled by the same One Whose pulse beats in your breast. Shed insularity. Be all-pervasive, Delighting in kinship everywhere.” From The Radiance Sutras by Lorin Roche (a contemporary interpretation of the Vijnana Bhairava Tantra, a 7th century Indian sacred text)
Three Step Morning Prayer by Native American Franciscan nun, Sister José Hobday (1929 – 2009), “First Step: Plant your feet firmly on the earth. Using your five senses, give thanks to our Creator God for the countless ways God comes to us through creation- for all the beauty that your eyes see, for all the sounds that your ears ear, for all the scents that you smell, the tastes that you taste, for all that you feel (the sun, wind, rain, snow, warm, or cold). Pray this day that you may be open and attuned to the countless ways that our Creator God comes to us through your senses, through the gifts of creation. Second Step: Let go of all the pain, struggle, regret, failures, garbage of yesterday – step out of it – leave it behind- brush the dust of it from your feet. Third Step: With this third and final step, step into the gift of the new day, full of hope, promise, and potential. Give thanks for the gift of this new day, which God has made! Amen.”
“Keep good company, read good books, love good things, and cultivate soul and body as faithfully as you can.” Louisa May Alcott, born on this day in 1832
“All that separates, whether of race, class, creed, or sex, is inhuman, and must be overcome.” Kate Sheppard (1837 – 1934), New Zealand Suffragette. New Zealand was the first country to grant women the right to vote and the first election in which women voted there was on this day in 1893.