- There's no place like home
- There's no place like home!
- --Dorothy (L. Frank Baum), The Wizard of Oz
- How lovely is your dwelling place,Lord Almighty!My soul yearns, even faints,for the courts of the Lord;my heart and my flesh cry outfor the living God.Even the sparrow has found a home,and the swallow a nest for herself,where she may have her young—a place near your altar,Lord Almighty, my King and my God.Blessed are those who dwell in your house;they are ever praising you.
- Psalm 84
- But how can one's yearning soul find a home with God, in His courts, in Him? Where must we go?
- "Thou art higher than my highest and more inward than my innermost self..."
- --Augustine of Hippo
"Thou art close, O God..."
--Psalms, 119:151
"Closer than anything that is close..."
--Ibn Ezra
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Resting in God--PART 2
Monday, May 12, 2014
Resting in God
And may we take refuge and rest in the shade of Your wings, as on the day when "The LORD came down in a cloud" (Exodus 34:5)
--Siddur, Daily Prayer Book
How can we possibly rest in God here, now, today, just as on the day He descended upon Sinai? But that, indeed, was what was revealed on that day. The truth of what we are.
The ultimate purpose [of creation] is...that the Divine light of the blessed En Sof (Infinite) shall shine forth...throughout this world...The Divine light will be revealed...without any cloak, as it is written, "No longer shall thy Teacher hide Himself...but thine eyes shall see thy Teacher..." The Messianic Era...is the fulfillment and culmination of the creation of the world, for which purpose it was originally created...Something of this revelation has already been experienced on earth, at the time of the Giving of the Torah, as is written, "Unto thee it was showed, that thou mightest know that the Lord He is G-d; there is naught else beside Him"... And the Rabbis, of blessed memory, explained, "They looked eastwards and heard the speech issuing forth: 'I am the Lord your God,' etc., and so [turning] towards the four points of the compass, and upwards and downwards...there was no place from which He did not speak unto them...."
--Tanya, chapter 36
Allowing
yourself to rest in God is like a wave resting in its essential nature, the
water. Imagine a wave rising and falling on the surface of the ocean. Observing
the wave, we can see it has a beginning and an ending; it comes up and it goes
down. The notions of beginning, ending, going up, and going down may scare the
wave and she may think, "Before rising up as this wave, I didn't exist,
and soon I will become nothing again." It seems as if before the wave
comes up it's not there, and after it goes down it no longer exists. How could
a wave be a happy wave if she's caught in these notions of birth and death,
beginning and ending, going up and going down? But there's a way out, an
opportunity for her to be saved. When she bends down and examines herself, she
discovers that she is water. She's a wave, but she's also water. As a wave she
may be described in terms of being and nonbeing, coming and going,. But water
cannot be described in these terms. The moment the wave realizes she's water,
she's free- free from such notions as birth and death, coming up and going
down. The wave is water right in the here and the now.
Just as the wave doesn't need to go looking for water, we don't need to go around seeking God. Just as the wave can rest in water, we can rest in God. In the here and the now. With mindfulness and concentration we are able to touch our true nature of no birth and no death. .
Just as the wave doesn't need to go looking for water, we don't need to go around seeking God. Just as the wave can rest in water, we can rest in God. In the here and the now. With mindfulness and concentration we are able to touch our true nature of no birth and no death. .
--Thich Nhat Hanh
Tuesday, May 06, 2014
I lie on the seashore, the sparkling flood blue-shimmering in my dreamy eyes; light breezes flutter in the distance; the thud of the waves, charging and breaking over in foam, beats thrillingly and drowsily upon the shore---or upon the ear? I cannot tell. The far and the near become blurred into one; outside and inside merge into one another. Nearer and nearer, friendlier, like a homecoming, sounds the thud of the waves; now, like a thundering pulse, they beat in my head, now they beat over my soul, wrapping it round, consuming it, while at the same time my soul floats out of me as a blue waste of waters. Outside and inside are one. The whole symphony of sensations fades away into one tone, all senses become one sense, which is one with feeling; the world expires in the soul and the soul dissolves in the world....
Perception is a breaking apart, a forming, a separating, and then again a joining together. The unity of the spiritual and the sensual, of the subject and the object, is experienced in feeling. The divisiveness of perception is broken by the welling up, even the overflowing, of feeling. Whoever eats of the tree of perception divorces himself from the paradise of feeling.
--Karl Joel
Perception is a breaking apart, a forming, a separating, and then again a joining together. The unity of the spiritual and the sensual, of the subject and the object, is experienced in feeling. The divisiveness of perception is broken by the welling up, even the overflowing, of feeling. Whoever eats of the tree of perception divorces himself from the paradise of feeling.
--Karl Joel
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