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All Our Waves Are Water

Mission Beach, California. (November 2007)

In Yoga philosophy, as with all the great faiths, God could never be captured in words.  But if you tried, you might say God is an intelligence akin to the Force in Star Wars or what Voltaire seems to have been getting at when he wrote that “God is a circle whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere.”

I know there are as many yogic philosophies as there are scientific theories.  Samkhya, Vedanta, Tantra.  There is probably now a yoga philosophy they sell exclusively online for just $99.99 with a limited edition organic recycled yoga mat.  Humans love to brand and argue.  But the truth of our original nature must be singular.  And yogis would note that meditation, religion, service, science, philosophy, and those funny pretzel poses are all paths to God.  But none of those paths or methods encapsulates God.  And none is better than the others.  The paths are simply fingers pointing at the moon, rafts across the ocean of suffering, different strokes for different folks.  Or to use my favorite metaphor, the paths — like all things subject to birth and death — are waves.

God is the sea.

~ Jaimal Yogis, All Our Waves Are Water: Stumbling Toward Enlightenment and the Perfect Ride

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A Thursday Ramble

Light and shadows

A shadow is never created in darkness. It is born of light. We can be blind to it and blinded by it. Our shadow asks us to look at what we don’t want to see.

~ Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds:  Fifty-four Variations on Voice

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A Monday walk

Yesterday's red sunset.
Yesterday’s red sunset.

Gratitude goes beyond the ‘mine’ and ‘thine’ and claims the truth that all of life is a pure gift.  In the past I always thought of gratitude as a spontaneous response to the awareness of gifts received, but now I realize that gratitude can also be lived as a discipline.  The discipline of gratitude is the explicit effort to acknowledge that all I am and have is given to me as a gift of love, a gift to be celebrated with joy.

~ Henri J. M. Nouwen

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If we were having coffee: Still blooming edition

Morning in mid-November.
Morning in mid-November.

Through our eyes, the universe is perceiving itself.  Through our ears, the universe is listening to its harmonies.  We are the witnesses through which the universe becomes conscious of its glory, of its magnificence.

~ Alan W. Watts

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If we were having coffee: The Bogs edition

Reflection from the past.
Reflection from the past.

Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

~ e. e. cummings

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Looking down, looking up

Cloud reflection on the creek.
Clouds reflected on the creek.

So okay — there you are in your room with the shade down and the door shut and the plug pulled out of the base of the telephone.  You’ve blown up your TV and committed yourself to a thousand words a day, come hell or high water.  Now comes the big question:  What are you going to write about?  And the equally big answer:  Anything you damn well want.

~ Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

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