Sunday, 3 October 2010

SAMMĀ SATI (RIGHT MINDFULNESS)



  Behold,

  You Inheritors of Immortal Bliss!

  Now is Here!

  And This

  Is All there Is!



New Project: RIGHT CONCENTRATION

Samādhi (sam + ā + dhā): "the (mental) state of being firmly fixed". The fixing of the mind on a single object. Concentration is right or wrong in so far as it is associated with wholesome or unwholesome states of consciousness.


Monday, 27 September 2010

SAMMĀ VĀYĀMA (RIGHT EFFORT)


RIGHT EFFORT: Effort is energy deliberately directed in a certain direction.  It can be physical; the effort to push a broken down car: or mental: the effort to learn multiplication tables.  If the effort is successful, the aim of the action is achieved (the car is moved, the tables are learned).  A successful action is not necessarily a right action: “when the bomb exploded it killed everyone in the shop”.  Nor is an effort necessarily a right effort; “an effort was made to beak the Jewellers’ shop window”.

Right Effort is an effort that has a wholesome action as its goal.

A wholesome action is an action that does not cause suffering to other living beings.  Experimentation on animals is unwholesome action irrespective of the motivation.  Wholesome actions arise from wholesome thoughts.

Efforts to empty the mind of unwholesome thoughts and feelings constitute Right Effort.  Negative thoughts and feelings include cruelty, jealousy, envy, hatred, anger, ill will and even laziness.  Positive thoughts and feelings are those that are directed towards the happiness and well-being of others and oneself and also energy, determination and courage.

Mettā shines;
the cancerous growths
which cling to the living cells
of the Children of Light
shrivel into powdery dust.


New Project: MINDFULNESS


Tuesday, 21 September 2010

JUSTIFY YOUR EXISTENCE

If you have nothing better to do, there is no reason not to do what you are doing. 

If you have got something better to do, then there is no reason not to be doing it.


  The splendour of a hundred kings
  fades like the bloom on a butterfly’s wings.
  The meanest flower that blows
  goes the same way the forest goes.

  All is consumed by worm or fire;
  nothing needs building any higher.
  The rattling of teeth within the jaw
  mocks the tongue murmuring:

  “Please, some more!”


New Project :  SAMMĀ VĀYĀMA (RIGHT EFFORT)


Saturday, 11 September 2010

SAMMĀ ĀJIVA (RIGHT LIVELIHOOD)

RIGHT LIVELIHOOD

Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor
Everyman is his own gaoler;
shuts the door and turns the key,
ends up where he wants to be,
looking at what he needs to see
- you for you and me for me.


Right Livelihood supports your Life. 

Working for a living may take up most of your working day. 

Would you do it if you didn't have to?  It involves sacrifice.  Is the life you lead worth that sacrifice?  


What are you working for? 

What is the purpose of the work you do to earn food, clothing and shelter and the other things you consider necessities?

Are you working in order to go to work?  


What is the purpose of your life?


    Walt Disney lies in a deep, deep freeze
    Like a packet of Smedley's frozen peas.


New Project: Justify your Existence

Tuesday, 7 September 2010

SAMMĀ KAMMANTA (RIGHT ACTION)


RIGHT ACTION

When you throw yourself
down from the top of high mountains,
the Earth does not take you
into her arms
and comfort you.

When you kneel
and kiss the ground,
the Earth does not praise
your humility.

It is for this reason
that she is called
‘The Great Mother’.

Every moment
is a fork in the road.
And every fork
is always the same:
the choice between right and wrong.

The wrong is always
arrogating to oneself
things which do not belong
to oneself.

The right is always
following the Light.


        *  *  *


Time drifts away
as mist fades on mountain.
The world itself is hardly more substantial.
Living water springs
from life’s fountain
yet it runs dry,
leaving powdering bones
bleaching in the sun.

Molecules of arm and leg and brain
are rebels and would all be free again.
The whole pageant of our days and hours
runs only till we lose our feeble powers.

As children we play out our days
with sandcastles and fantasies
until the turning tides erase
what we work so hard to raise,
struggle to protect and call our own –
fragments of things, at very best, on loan.

Upwards our thoughts might usefully aspire;
nothing down here needs building any higher.

Deal justly with your neighbour
and make of him your friend
and in your inner garden, labour
until you reach your end.



New Project: SAMMĀ ĀJIVA (RIGHT LIVELIHOOD)


Thursday, 26 August 2010

SAMMĀ VĀCĀ (RIGHT SPEECH)

RIGHT SPEECH

It's the Words one hears
but the Thoughts that are revealed.
And thus the Mind appears
that would be otherwise concealed.

If the Words give this Example
of the flowing mental din,
thus being but a Sample,
what Torrents seethe and boil within!

In the Tangle of the Senses,
the Wandering Mind has lost its Way
and stumbles through its broken fences,
confused, in darkness, Night and Day.

Words upon a page,
ripples upon a mind,
ripples upon a sea.

Wind drops,
sea calms.

Where are the ripples then?
Who thinks
what?



New Project: SAMMĀ-KAMMANTA (RIGHT ACTION)


SAMMĀ SANKAPPA (RIGHT THOUGHT)

RIGHT THOUGHT

Because we sit and dream (and dream)
we cannot separate is and seem;
images come in floods and teem.
Because we sit and dream (and dream).

Because we lose ourselves in thought
(and all our errors are self-taught)
in Māra’s nets we are well-caught.
Because we lose ourselves in thought.



New Project: SAMMĀ VACA (RIGHT SPEECH)


SAMMĀ DITTHI (RIGHT VIEW)

RIGHT VIEW

To the rose
the garden disappears.
To the garden
the rose withers away.

(If you were the gardener,
what would you say?)

Trace it all back as far as you can
from where it is now to where it began.
From knife to hand
from hand to eye;
from footprints on sand
to sun in the sky.

Trace it back further to where it begins
to the gateways and windows where all things get in.

The scent is not the rose
but the hairs that line the nose.
The seascape is the roving eye,
the tongue is the taste not the apple pie.
Mozart is what you hear
and his place is in the ear.

And all the subtle sensations that impinge upon the skin
flare their little on/off switches
in the mind that shines within.



New Project: SAMMĀ SANKAPPA (RIGHT THOUGHT)