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Post by silver on Sept 5, 2014 12:06:19 GMT -5
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Post by justlikeyou on Sept 5, 2014 18:30:54 GMT -5
"One of the greatest enlightened men was Ramana Maharshi, in South India, on the mountain of Arunachal. He was not a man of many words; he was not very educated either. He was only seventeen when he escaped into the mountains in search of himself. He was a very silent man, and people used to go particularly to have a taste of his silence. One thing very miraculous was watched by every comer: whenever he sat in the veranda of the temple, waiting for people who wanted to sit with him in silence, a cow used to come without fail, exactly at the right time. She would sit there, and people could not believe it: "What kind of cow is that?" And when Ramana Maharshi moved inside his room, and everybody dispersed, the cow would come close to the window and put her head inside -- just to say goodbye, every day. And then she would go back. Then tomorrow she would come again. It went on continually for years. But one day she did not turn up, and Raman Maharshi said, "She must be either very ill or she must be dead. I must go in search of her." The people said, "It doesn't look right for a man of your heights to go in search of a cow." But Raman Maharshi did not listen to the people, he went. People followed, and the cow was found. She had fallen in a ditch. She had become old. She was coming, she was on the way, but she had slipped and had fallen into the ditch. But she was still alive, and as Ramana Maharshi reached her, sat by her side, the cow had tears in her eyes. And she put her head into Ramana Maharshi's lap and died. Raman Maharshi told his people,"A great temple should be made in her memory here, because she has died enlightened -- she will not be born even as a human being." And even today the temple stands there, with a statue of the cow inside. Perhaps we have not made much effort to communicate with animals, with trees, with mountains, with rivers. Certainly their language cannot be our language; some other ways have to be found. But in silence many people have experienced a harmony with the trees, with the animals, with the birds. So it is not only a parable, it is also an indication of a possibility for the future. Man just has to explore... there is so much to explore! But we are engaged in trivia. We are not concerned with the real and great values of life. We are not concerned even with life itself and its different forms. All these are different forms of the same life which we are made of -- the same stuff. There must be some way of communion." -OSHO
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Post by silver on Sept 6, 2014 15:59:10 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2014 12:58:09 GMT -5
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned
~ William Congreve
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2014 5:53:19 GMT -5
Neither comprehension nor learning can take place in an atmosphere of anxiety. ~~ Rose Kennedy wow! just wow!, there is a subset of this forum whose reading comprehension is off the charts spot on... might be related to an absence of anxiety
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2014 14:23:40 GMT -5
"One of the greatest enlightened men was Ramana Maharshi, in South India, on the mountain of Arunachal. He was not a man of many words; he was not very educated either. He was only seventeen when he escaped into the mountains in search of himself. He was a very silent man, and people used to go particularly to have a taste of his silence. One thing very miraculous was watched by every comer: whenever he sat in the veranda of the temple, waiting for people who wanted to sit with him in silence, a cow used to come without fail, exactly at the right time. She would sit there, and people could not believe it: "What kind of cow is that?" And when Ramana Maharshi moved inside his room, and everybody dispersed, the cow would come close to the window and put her head inside -- just to say goodbye, every day. And then she would go back. Then tomorrow she would come again. It went on continually for years. But one day she did not turn up, and Raman Maharshi said, "She must be either very ill or she must be dead. I must go in search of her." The people said, "It doesn't look right for a man of your heights to go in search of a cow." But Raman Maharshi did not listen to the people, he went. People followed, and the cow was found. She had fallen in a ditch. She had become old. She was coming, she was on the way, but she had slipped and had fallen into the ditch. But she was still alive, and as Ramana Maharshi reached her, sat by her side, the cow had tears in her eyes. And she put her head into Ramana Maharshi's lap and died. Raman Maharshi told his people,"A great temple should be made in her memory here, because she has died enlightened -- she will not be born even as a human being." And even today the temple stands there, with a statue of the cow inside. Perhaps we have not made much effort to communicate with animals, with trees, with mountains, with rivers. Certainly their language cannot be our language; some other ways have to be found. But in silence many people have experienced a harmony with the trees, with the animals, with the birds. So it is not only a parable, it is also an indication of a possibility for the future. Man just has to explore... there is so much to explore! But we are engaged in trivia. We are not concerned with the real and great values of life. We are not concerned even with life itself and its different forms. All these are different forms of the same life which we are made of -- the same stuff. There must be some way of communion." -OSHO www.exoticindiaart.com/book/details/sri-ramana-friend-of-animals-life-of-cow-lakshmi-IDI148/
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Post by silver on Sept 16, 2014 23:59:24 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2014 7:48:38 GMT -5
"premature immaculation" ~Lama Surya Das
"escape into fear" ~Shinzen Young
[Both from Buddha at the Gas Pump interview with Shinzen Young]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2014 8:14:41 GMT -5
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Post by quinn on Oct 2, 2014 10:02:01 GMT -5
“I had read once that dumb people didn't know they were dumb. They thought they were just as smart as anybody else. That was a very unsettling thought. What if I was really dumb and didn't know it?”
? Dinah Katt, Once Upon a Time Travel
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Post by silver on Oct 3, 2014 5:56:00 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2014 2:37:54 GMT -5
"Perhaps so Once the mental combine Has had it's way with it Beheading waves of grain Seperating wheat from chaff Valuing one, discarding the other
This miraculous and wonderous invention Is it's own relentless drive To split into two Then to seek, it's wholeness amongst the carnage.
And another miraculous sight Is no less astounding As Love's ineffable singularity Touches mind's duplicity Love is split asunder Though t'is I to be valued Fear is given birth
To paint Love with the mind Is an error borne of distortion For something is given status To act as a canvas On which only paintings, can be drawn."
Edited from Mr. E's words.
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Post by silver on Oct 12, 2014 18:04:43 GMT -5
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Post by silver on Oct 22, 2014 2:53:46 GMT -5
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Post by laughter on Oct 22, 2014 4:50:00 GMT -5
"And he said unto them, Ye will surely say unto me this proverb, Physician, heal thyself: whatsoever we have heard done in Capernaum, do also here in thy country" Luke 4:23 (KJV).
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