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marqu
Joined: 29 May 2005
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Location: Amsterdam
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 Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 7:25 am Post subject: Enjoy the beauty of the present time! |
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Dear everybody,
Yesterday I made a bicycle ride through the Vondelpark in Amsterdam.
The beauty of the park, the trees and the light fall struck me... as it often does.
Old trees... I remembered that we learned in the BK time not to enjoy this time, this nature at this present time. That the old trees were not beautiful but ugly and we had to imagine the new world with new trees to build this world together.
I remember that I was a bit disappointed. I love this world so much in all her present beauty. Why not live at this moment?
I see so much beauty here and now. Even in the old city of Amsterdam.
Then I see a drunken man stumbling over his feed. I also see his beauty.
He does not remember who he really is... although he still is!
I feel my own beauty, sitting easily on my bike... breathing the "fresh" air. I know it is not as fresh as it should be... but why not enjoy what there is NOW?
At this very moment I sit in a little shed in the little garden. The rain is pouring down. I see the trees freshening up.
A friend wrote me a mail yesterday from South Africa. He told me he has an inoperable dangerous brain tumour.
And believe it or not: he is happy! He feels one with the world; with God… he is peaceful and sees it as a new adventure. He is not a BK. He has no religion, but his own relationship with God. He has cried and wept and now he is happy! It's a miracle!!
Marja
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assandhari
Joined: 09 Jan 2005
Posts: 11
Location: uk
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I feel my own beauty, sitting easily on my bike... breathing the "fresh" air. I know it is not as fresh as it should be... but why not enjoy what there is NOW?
At this very moment I sit in a little shed in the little garden. The rain is pouring down. I see the trees freshening up.
The gems of experience you are sharing are much appreciated, they remind me of some Zen poetry. The power of purity in your life brings out the beauty in the world around you, and in others. Unless we appreciate and acknowledge the divinity/beauty in the world around us NOW when will we really be able to be in love with the world around us? I enjoy a range of sporting interests from chess to raquet sports or kite flying. Knowledge of the soul can bring out the trancendent nature in everday activities. Your post alludes to a sense of rapture in life. From time to time I feel it too 
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Joel
Joined: 09 Nov 2004
Posts: 102
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| Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 3:30 am Post subject: Re: Enjoy the beauty of the present time! |
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| marqu wrote: | Dear everybody,
Yesterday I made a bicycle ride through the Vondelpark in Amsterdam.
The beauty of the park, the trees and the light fall struck me... as it often does.
Old trees... I remembered that we learned in the BK time not to enjoy this time, this nature at this present time. That the old trees were not beautiful but ugly and we had to imagine the new world with new trees to build this world together.
I remember that I was a bit disappointed. I love this world so much in all her present beauty. Why not live at this moment?
I see so much beauty here and now. Even in the old city of Amsterdam.
Then I see a drunken man stumbling over his feed. I also see his beauty.
He does not remember who he really is... although he still is!
I feel my own beauty, sitting easily on my bike... breathing the "fresh" air. I know it is not as fresh as it should be... but why not enjoy what there is NOW?
At this very moment I sit in a little shed in the little garden. The rain is pouring down. I see the trees freshening up.
A friend wrote me a mail yesterday from South Africa. He told me he has an inoperable dangerous brain tumour.
And believe it or not: he is happy! He feels one with the world; with God… he is peaceful and sees it as a new adventure. He is not a BK. He has no religion, but his own relationship with God. He has cried and wept and now he is happy! It's a miracle!!
Marja |
That's great to hear Marja. So you and your South African friend know the taste of life, which forms in the fingers, tongues and mouths of snotty-nosed chilldren.
Life itself is so much more interesting than any of the descriptions of what it is sh ould or could be. Life is much bigger than any possible description.Life's deepest joys and satisfactions are open to anyone, not a chosen few who exchange the same mantras.
For some years I tried to make Brahma Baba's story into my story. For me now it is clear that my life is actually oriented to my own story. Neither the satisfactions of the yoga bhattis and festivals and Thursday morning sweets and nectar poured by sisters, nor the rare ecstatic fruits of meditation, which had become ever sleepy, could satisfy the feelings of wanting richness in achievement and relationshiip. Of course many people experience both achievement and relationship within the BKs. What can one say about them except maybe, "Such was their destiny!" Thus was my time in the BK family my destiny.
"No, you needn't be an adult. Someone will tell you what to do. There is a formula or incantation."
How could there be? How could someone in one situation really know anothers? Okay, give room for the mystical to happen, but to be an adult means to decide for himself about profession, diet, relationships, sexuality and BK affiliation.
Today at ten years after leaving, I feel much more sane to know that the responsibility for acting in my life is mine and the responsibility for judging my actions is also mine.
It can be very heavy to have to live up to another's standard, especially if I am still carrying the burden they promised they would take! |
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Atma
Joined: 26 Feb 2004
Posts: 98
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| Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 5:05 pm Post subject: |
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Joel wrote:
| Quote: | | For some years I tried to make Brahma Baba's story into my story. For me now it is clear that my life is actually oriented to my own story. Neither the satisfactions of the yoga bhattis and festivals and Thursday morning sweets and nectar poured by sisters, nor the rare ecstatic fruits of meditation, which had become ever sleepy, could satisfy the feelings of wanting richness in achievement and relationshiip. |
Well said Joel. Its heartening to see that after - and in spite of - the BK roller coaster ride, some of us eventually arrive at a place of balance, rationality, fulfillment and even - dare I say? - happiness.
It's a pity that those who adhere to the BK "one size fits all" paradigm lose out on an outlook that is admittedly more complex and realistic but which, in the end, makes one a stronger, more valid person - and not a Xerox or carbon copy of some abstract concept or long dead "role model".
Jesus and Gandhi were great. No doubt. Maybe, in his own way, Brahma Baba was great too. But they are who they are....and we are what we are. We have to be ourselves....not second rate imitations of another - no matter how great that other may be.
Bully for you Joel !
marqu, I enjoyed reading your posts too. Good for you !
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gyaniwasi
Joined: 22 Feb 2004
Posts: 167
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| Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2005 9:57 am Post subject: Enjoying the beauty of the present time |
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Great post Marqu! What spontaneous and poetic expression of imagery! It's a great 'summer' in the tropics too! Hey guys, how about sharing some of your own poetry here? If there's a lot of it (and there just might be!) then maybe Admin might consider a special forum for sharing artistic/poetic/creative expressions of life. Here's something I wrote some time ago while watching the sun rise on an isle in the Caribbean (I call it The Artist):
Once I saw the hand of God
Move across a morning sky.
His fingers rays of lilac-pink
Drew arcs of light to the infinite;
A movement so graceful slow and free
In this grey silked morning dreamery
That fascinated I watched the beams:
Like sweeping rainbowed arcs they seemed
To brush away the lingering night.
The avid pupil of my eye
Traced then the Master's pencilled shafts
As they converged like fingers to a hand
Against a grey-green seascaped strand;
And there a luminous lemon orb
Emerged to totally absorb
The vestiges of night.
That Eye of Phoebus fabled glory
Transformed His hand and wrote this story,
Eternally engraved in Man
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assandhari
Joined: 09 Jan 2005
Posts: 11
Location: uk
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| Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 8:31 am Post subject: And there a luminous lemon orb |
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<<And there a luminous lemon orb>>
A really cosmic lemon...love it  
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