• Samadhi

    Samadhi

    Vanished are the veils of light and shade,

    Lifted the vapors of sorrow,

    Sailed away the dawn of fleeting joy,

    Gone the mirage of the senses.

    Love, hate, health, disease, life and death –

    Departed, these false shadows on the screen
    of duality.

    Waves of laughter, scyllas of sarcasm, whirlpools
    of melancholy,

    Melting in the vast sea of bliss.

    Bestilled is the storm of maya

    By the magic wand of intuition deep.

    The universe, a forgotten dream, lurks
    subconsciously,

    Ready to invade my newly wakened memory divine.

    I exist without the cosmic shadow,

    But it could not live bereft of me;

    As the sea exists without the waves,

    But they breathe not without the sea.

    Dreams, wakings, states of deep turiya sleep,

    Present, past, future, no more for me,

    But the ever-present, all-flowing, I, I everywhere.

    Consciously enjoyable,

    Beyond the imagination of all expectancy,

    Is this, my samadhi state.

    Planets, stars, stardust, earth,

    Volcanic bursts of doomsday cataclysms,

    Creation’s moulding furnace,

    Glaciers of silent X-rays,

    Burning floods of electrons,

    Thoughts of all men, past, present, future,

    Every blade of grass, myself and all,

    Each particle of creation’s dust,

    Anger, greed, good, bad, salvation, lust,

    I swallowed up – transmuted them

    Into one vast ocean of blood of my own one Being!

    Smoldering joy, oft-puffed by unceasing meditation,

    Which blinded my tearful eyes,

    Burst into eternal flames of bliss,

    And consumed my tears, my peace, my frame,
    my all.

    Thou art I, I am Thou,

    Knowing, Knower, Known, as One!

    One tranquilled, unbroken thrill of eternal, living, ever-new peace!

    Not an unconscious state
    Or mental chloroform without wilful return,

    Samadhi but extends my realm of consciousness

    Beyond the limits of my mortal frame

    To the boundaries of eternity,

    Where I, the Cosmic Sea,

    Watch the little ego floating in Me.

    Not a sparrow, nor a grain of sand, falls

        without my sight

    All space floats like an iceberg in my mental sea.

    I am the Colossal Container of all things made!

    By deeper, longer, continuous, thirsty,
    guru – given meditation,

    This celestial samadhi is attained.

    All the mobile murmurs of atoms are heard;

    The dark earth, mountains, seas are molten liquid!

    This flowing sea changes into vapors of nebulae!

    Aum blows o’er the vapors; they open their veils,

    Revealing a sea of shining electrons,

    Till, at the last sound of the cosmic drum,

    Grosser light vanishes into eternal rays

    Of all-pervading Cosmic Joy.

    From Joy we come,

    For Joy we live,

    In the sacred Joy we melt.

    I, the ocean of mind, drink all creation’s waves.

    The four veils of solid, liquid, vapor, light,

    Lift aright.

    Myself, in everything,

    Enters the Great Myself.

    Gone forever,

    The fitful, flickering shadows of a mortal memory.

    Spotless is my mental sky,

    Below, ahead, and high above.

    Eternity and I, one united ray.

    I, a tiny bubble of laughter,

    Have become the Sea of Mirth Itself.

    ~ Paramahansa Yogananda (Songs of the Soul, published by Self-realization Fellowship)

  • The Master Does Nothing

    The Master Does Nothing

    The Master doesn’t try to be powerful;
    thus he is truly powerful.
    The ordinary man keeps reaching for power;
    thus he never has enough.

    The Master does nothing,
    yet he leaves nothing undone.
    The ordinary man is always doing things,
    yet many more are left to be done.

    The kind man does something,
    yet something remains undone.
    The just man does something.
    and leaves many things to be done.
    The moral man does something,
    and when no one responds
    he rolls up his sleeves and uses force.

    When the Tao is lost, there is goodness.
    When goodness is lost, there is morality.
    When morality is lost, there is ritual.
    Ritual is the husk of true faith,
    the beginning of chaos.

    Therefore the Master concerns himself
    with the depths and not the surface,
    with the fruit and not the flower.
    He has no will of his own.
    He dwells in reality,
    and lets all illusions go.

    ~ Tao Te Ching, translation by S.Mitchell

  • Earth Prayer

    Earth Prayer

    Grandfather, Great Spirit, once more behold me on Earth and lean to hear my feeble voice. You lived first, and you are older than all need, older than all prayer. All things belong to you – the two-legged, the four-legged, the wings of the air, and all green things that live.

    You have set the powers of the four quarters of the Earth to cross each other.
    You have made me cross the good road and road of difficulties, and where they cross, the place is holy. Day in, day out, forevermore, you are the life of things.

    Hey! Lean to hear my feeble voice.
    At the center of the sacred hoop
    With tears running, O Great Spirit, my Grandfather,
    With running eyes I must say
    The tree has never bloomed.

    Here I stand, and the tree is withered.
    Again, I recall the great vision you gave me.
    It may be that some little root of the sacred tree still lives.
    Nourish it then
    That it may leaf
    And bloom
    And fill with singing birds!
    Hear me, that the people may once again
    Find the good road
    And the shielding tree.

    ~ Black Elk, Holy Man of the Oglala Lakota people 1863-1950

  • Know Yourself

    Know Yourself

    “He who knows himself, knows his Lord.” These words, attributed to the Prophet Muhammad, became the foundation of Ibn Arabi’s spiritual vision, a vision that would later shape the understanding of Wahdat al-Wujud (the Unity of Being). Born in Murcia, al-Andalus (modern-day Spain) in 1165, Ibn Arabi was raised in a well-educated family and introduced to Islamic scholarship at an early age. His mystical journey, however, began not in the traditional study circles of scholars, but through profound inner experiences, what he called openings (futuhat)-that led him to see reality as a seamless unity. His quest for knowledge took him across the Islamic world, from Seville to Mecca, where he refined his teachings on the divine nature of existence.

    In Know Yourself: An Explanation of the Oneness of Being, translated by Cecilia Twinch, Ibn Arabi’s insights are distilled into a profound meditation on self-knowledge as a gateway to knowing the Divine.

    This concise text on the unity of existence reveals that realizing your oneness with reality does not require the elimination of a separate self or ego-because that illusion never truly existed. Instead, true realization comes through knowing your true self, which naturally dissolves ignorance. Nothing fundamentally changes; rather, awareness shifts, and the true nature of existence becomes clear.

    Please note that this excerpt has been rendered gender neutral.

    Whoever knows their self, knows their Lord.

    Praise belongs to God, before whose oneness there is no before unless the before is God and after whose singleness there is no after unless the after is God. That is, and there is not with It any before or after, above or below, closeness or distance, how or where or when, time or moment or duration, manifested existence or place. And That is now as It has always been. It is the one without oneness and the single without singleness. It is not composed of name and named, for The name is That and The named is That and there is no name or named other than That. It is the first without firstness and the last without lastness. It is the apparent without appearance and the hidden without hiddenness. I mean that It is the very existence of the letters of the names the first and the last, the apparent and the hidden. There is no first or last, apparent or hidden except That, without the letters which form these divine names becoming That and without That becoming these letters.

    Understand this so as not to make the mistake of those who believe in incarnation. It is not in anything and no thing is in That, whether entering into That or coming out of That. It is in this way that you should know That and not through theoretical knowledge, reason, understanding or conjecture, nor with the senses, the external eye or interior sight or perception. No one sees That except Itself, no one reaches That except Itself and no one knows It except Itself. It knows Itself through Itself and It sees Itself by means of Itself. No one but That sees It. Its veil is Its oneness since nothing veils It other than That. Its own being veils It. Its being is concealed by Its oneness without any condition.

    No one other than That sees It. No sent prophet, perfect saint or angel brought close knows It. Its prophet is That, Its messenger is That, Its message is That and the word is That. It sent Itself from Itself, through Itself to Itself. There is no intermediary or means other than That. There is no difference between the sender, that which is sent and the one to whom it is sent. The very existence of the prophetic message is Its existence. There is no existence to any other who could pass away, or have a name or be named.

    Because of this, the Prophet, said, Whoever knows their self, knows their Lord. He also said, I knew my Lord through my Lord. What the Prophet pointed out by that, is that you are not you but you are That and there is no you. It is not that That enters into you or that you enter into That, or that It comes out of you or that you come out of That. That does not mean that you have being and you are qualified by this or that attribute. What is meant is that you never were and never will be, whether through yourself or through That or in That or with That. You have neither ceased to be nor are you existent. You are That and That is you, without any of these imperfections. If you know your existence in this way, then you know God, and if not, then not.

    Excerpted from Know Yourself: An Explanation of the Oneness of Being, translated by Cecilia Twinch.

    This is a translation of the first complete work attributed to Ibn ‘Arabi to appear in a western language. The earlier translation was instrumental in making Ibn ‘Arabi’s name known in the West over the last century, even though the author of the book is now considered by many scholars to be Balyani, a near contemporary, who may well have been influenced by his thought.

  • Looking For Each Other

    Looking For Each Other

    I have been looking for you, World Honored One,
    since I was a little child.
    With my first breath, I heard your call,
    and began to look for you, Blessed One.
    I’ve walked so many perilous paths,
    confronted so many dangers,
    endured despair, fear, hopes, and memories.
    I’ve trekked to the farthest regions, immense and wild,
    sailed the vast oceans,
    traversed the highest summits, lost among the clouds.
    I’ve lain dead, utterly alone,
    on the sands of ancient deserts.
    I’ve held in my heart so many tears of stone.

    Blessed One, I’ve dreamed of drinking dewdrops
    that sparkle with the light of far-off galaxies.
    I’ve left footprints on celestial mountains
    and screamed from the depths of Avici Hell, exhausted, crazed with despair
    because I was so hungry, so thirsty.
    For millions of lifetimes,
    I’ve longed to see you,
    but didn’t know where to look.
    Yet, I’ve always felt your presence with a mysterious certainty.

    I know that for thousands of lifetimes,
    you and I have been one,
    and the distance between us is only a flash of though.
    Just yesterday while walking alone,
    I saw the old path strewn with Autumn leaves,
    and the brilliant moon, hanging over the gate,
    suddenly appeared like the image of an old friend.
    And all the stars confirmed that you were there!
    All night, the rain of compassion continued to fall,
    while lightning flashed through my window
    and a great storm arose,
    as if Earth and Sky were in battle.
    Finally in me the rain stopped, the clouds parted.
    The moon returned,
    shining peacefully, calming Earth and Sky.
    Looking into the mirror of the moon, suddenly
    I saw myself,
    and I saw you smiling, Blessed One.
    How strange!

    The moon of freedom has returned to me,
    everything I thought I had lost.
    From that moment on,
    and in each moment that followed,
    I saw that nothing had gone.
    There is nothing that should be restored.
    Every flower, every stone, and every leaf recognize me.
    Wherever I turn, I see you smiling
    the smile of no-birth and no-death.
    The smile I received while looking at the mirror of the moon.
    I see you sitting there, solid as Mount Meru,
    calm as my own breath,
    sitting as though no raging fire storm ever occurred,
    sitting in complete peace and freedom.
    At last I have found you, Blessed One,
    and I have found myself.
    There I sit.

    The deep blue sky,
    the snow-capped mountains painted against the horizon,
    and the shining red sun sing with joy.
    You, Blessed One, are my first love.
    The love that is always present, always pure, and freshly new.
    And I shall never need a love that will be called ‘last.’
    You are the source of well-being flowing through numberless troubled lives,
    the water from you spiritual stream always pure, as it was in the beginning.
    You are the source of peace,
    solidity, and inner freedom.
    You are the Buddha, the Tathagata.
    With my one-pointed mind
    I vow to nourish your solidity and freedom in myself
    so I can offer solidity and freedom to countless others,
    now and forever.

    ~ Thich Naht Hahn (From ”Call me by my true names”)

    “Be a bud sitting quietly on the hedge.

    Be a smile, one part of wondrous existence.

    Stand here. There is no need to depart.”

    —Thich Nhat Hanh

    Thich Nhat Hanh (1926–2022) was a Vietnamese Zen master, poet, and peace activist, renowned for his teachings on mindfulness, compassion, and engaged Buddhism. A lifelong advocate for peace, he played a key role in promoting nonviolent action during the Vietnam War and was later exiled for his efforts. His writings distill Buddhist wisdom into simple yet profound insights, making mindfulness accessible to all. Through his poetry and teachings, he invited the world to awaken to the beauty of the present moment and recognize the deep interconnection of all life.

    “Our own life has to be our message.”

    —Thich Nhat Hanh

    World Teacher

    Among his many works, The Miracle of Mindfulness introduces mindfulness as a practice for transforming daily life, while Being Peace offers a gentle yet profound call for peace—both within ourselves and in the world. The World We Have addresses the urgent need for mindful living in the face of global challenges, reminding us of our deep connection to the Earth. The Heart of the Buddha’s Teachings provides a clear and accessible guide to core Buddhist principles, illuminating a path of wisdom and compassion. Through his writings, Thich Nhat Hanh continues to inspire seekers toward mindfulness, peace, and awakening.