The One-Minute Seeker

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This posting will take you less than a minute to read.

countdownIn days gone by, classic “seekers” had to endure a ton of trials and tribulations to find what they were looking for. They walked across deserts. They fasted. They hunted for the ONE in faraway places.

No more. Those days are over. The game has changed. Things have heated up, big time.

Now, that which you are looking for is looking for you. Your inner questing for something timeless, pure, and full of love has been responded to.

Really.

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Excerpted from The Heart of the Matter

Step right up and buy some peace !

Ok….this morning I was sent an email advertisement which wanted me to step right up and buy some peace of mind. And I thought to myself, ” This is peace of mind? hmmmm…. say what?”peace

Am I the only one who missed it? Did you know that peace of mind can be shopped for, bought at the local super market, shopping mall, or the drug store ?

Maybe it comes in capsule form and I just didn’t see it. Was it in that wine bottle, or maybe down the cereal aisle? If it was, I didn’t feel it.

And what do you suppose it costs? A few quarters………one dollar…. ten?  Can anybody afford it, or is it only for the elite, the wealthy? Does it work instantly or is it time- released ?  Is it for real or are you ripping me off?


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He explains the immortal

Yes this experience is all about your breath,

but sincerely said it is much more than that,
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Wired For Life

The Internet Cafe.

Wireless Wonderful Life.
Music is almost as old as Smell, in the category of Primitive Sensations.

Notes To Live ByOk, it’s like this: it takes you for a ride. And it can be a very sweet sensation. We humans are such a mix of sensibilities: memory, emotion, intellect, intelligence, intuition, silent knowing, dreaming. And our brains, our whole beings are so amazingly developed to savour sensation, to ‘parse’ the delicate labyrinth of “enjoyment”.

Kind of like food, and the art of “tasting”; we’re so wired for pleasure. You know how food seduces you the moment you walk into the house: that definite, even if faint, fragrance in the air. Someone’s been making home-made bread, and the sweet cotton of roasted wheat and butter sends its fingers on a mission: to find You! And the honing in, we move down the hall and the aroma becomes seductive, perhaps mingled with the gentle clanking of cookware. Everything in us stands at attention – the sweet soldiers of Appreciation, trained as early as cradle-babes in mother’s pantry.


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inseparable

today

there’s nothing standing between me and ecstasy

Substance

I recall in the Early Days of My Life …

I was Looking for Something, without
realizing I was Looking for Something.

In high-school, I hung out with a group of distracted mischevious trouble-makers. One evening, I sat down with a good friend amidst beer, cigarettes and Jim Morrison, and we began to talk. Somehow, our conversation drifted from the ‘usual’, high-school-age-kid-stuff, to stuff a little more ethereal and abstract.

We began talking about Time, about Space. About our place in the Universe. About the Apparent Emptiness of Things, the Vastness of the Unexplored.

I remember my Ears pricking up, like a German Shepard who finally hears a long-lost Voice.


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Bliss

Bliss

You are unending

You make me smile

and serenade you

I am a feather;

if I don’t breathe out

I will lift up

elevate

You are the light

that turns on

when the mind

turns off

You are the gift

that keeps on

giving

but doesn’t give up

You are the laughter

that

softens the

colors of time

You are everything

And you are nothing

Lucky You

lucky core
big inside you
flannel & gold
a weave that is true

lucky bird
inside that cage
seasons have passed
and so we age


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What’s in a Name?

Whenever a person who has received Knowledge from Maharaji tries to describe their relationship to him, they usually end up using one of the following five words: student, devotee, follower, friend, or premie.

I’m sure you’ve heard at least a few of these words before in one context or another.

Each of them describes an aspect of my relationship to Maharaji, but only an aspect.

None of them describes the whole shebang. In fact, each of these words has been known to confuse, distract, or repel since each one carries a kind of cultural baggage.

Allow me to explain.


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Bad people and me in life, death, and rebirth.
The wind’s will wishes you not. For it switches you ever which way it would blow. You point past the peaks and say go. It makes shapes of scapes and says no. You work and prod and pull and full, you say ho! But then the sails for which your rails were meant to fill, now fall with no frill and you say, oh. Left chaste, debased, with cause to erase the chase and the case you held against your own wind of sin and sorrow sown, you blow and blare into the air in hopes that you might know. Now freed to peace in pieces and ceased you then begin to grow. What shapes and scapes that rapes the fate of places which we go? Too many names are there that blow the air and cheat its mighty row. I’ll keep attention in one direction and tell you when I know. Or keep an eye upon the sky until then when I go. Then say what’s fore, belief found core, and un-envelope once more.