Songs and Poems

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    1. 1.     The Guest House


    Pema Pera:

    just imagine . . . .
     . . . . that nobody would be caught anymore by a belief in causality
    just imagine . . . .
     . . . . no more hangups about all that anyone has done wrong to us
     just imagine . . . .
     . . . . no more thought and regret and remorse about what we have done wrong to others
     just imagine . . .
     . . . no more worry about the future, what to do, how to protect ourselves
    just imagine . . .
     . . . . just being able to open in love without any further ado
     just imagine . . . . .
     . . . . using Being as a resource in that way

    Pema Pera: (end of song)

    Pema Pera takes a humble bow


    • From the log "Stopping", April 6, 2008

    Pema Pera: May I quote my favorite Rumi poem?

        The Guest House

    This being human is a guest house.

    Every morning a new arrival.

    A joy, a depression, a meanness,

    some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.

    Welcome and entertain them all!

    Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,

    who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture,

    still, treat each guest honorably.

    He may be clearing you out for some new delight.

    The dark thought, the shame, the malice.

    meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

    Be grateful for whatever comes.

    because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.


    • From: Joy of Being - April 10


    Pema Pera: May I quote my favorite Tilopa song?
    Maxine Walden: please
    Pema Pera: Very short and so much to the point

    Let go of what has passed
    Let go of what may come
    Let go of what is happening now
    Don’t try to figure anything out
    Don’t try to make anything happen
    Relax, right now, and rest

    Pema Pera: Tilopa (988 — 1069)


    doug Sosa: let’s see if this works, a poem i wrote for a friend’s son’s death. will it format?

    Doug recited his poem:

    We who living die
    We do not get death correct
    It is not to those who go direct
    But to us who remain
    To feel the pain
    Of the other’s oblivion
    ‘That reduces us to nothing
    Crushes our ego
    Dwarfs the body and its skills
    Occludes from us the distant hills
    The joy of refreshing
    Trapped as we are in narrow regressing
    Bathed in tears,
    still advancing in years.
    Death is a fact for the living left behind
    Not those to whom it was rather kind
    The sadness at their disrupted projects
    Ts ours, not theirs. Yet death
    we like to think, is unfairly blind.


    Pema Pera: Having a child die must be so hard to live with . . . . .
    doug Sosa: he was devastated but let it become his, the father’s, defining identity.
    Pema Pera: defining as taking over everything else, Doug?
    doug Sosa: yes. no trust, no opening.
    Pema Pera: sad
    Pema Pera: but understandable



    Adelene shared her first poem.

    :: Hand
    :: The hand that points to The Way -
    :: Cherish it, it is of The Way.
    :: The hand that points to that which is not The Way -
    :: Cherish it, it is of The Way.
    :: How can one know The Way,
    :: Without knowing that which is not The Way?
    :: It would be to see the moon,
    :: Without thus seeing the sky.

    Reading it later, now that I am commenting the chat log, I really enjoyed the simplicity and directness of this short poem. I also saw the connections with the discussions that had been going on in our PaB sessions and PaB email group exchanges, recently.

    Adelene then recited her longer poem.

    :: Balance
    :: Right action is found
    :: by an orderly mind -
    :: Action follows thought,
    :: Thought follows emotion,
    :: Emotion follows awareness,
    :: Awareness follows perception,
    :: Perception follows the world.
    :: Each has its turn,
    :: one building on the other.
    :: Awareness without perception is
    :: the root of prejudice;
    :: It is to base an action
    :: on ghosts, not reality.
    :: Emotion without awareness
    :: is folly,
    :: The fear of the dark,
    :: the fear of the other for otherness' sake.
    :: Thought without emotion
    :: is unreal;
    :: Disconnected
    :: from the wisdom of the Self.
    :: Action without thought,
    :: without the wisdom of emotion,
    :: without the grounding of awareness,
    :: without the anchor of perception,
    :: Action without mindfulness
    :: is not of the Way.
    :: ---
    :: Perception is
    :: To be with the world,
    :: To see without judging,
    :: To face without flinching,
    :: To allow the present
    :: to be all that it is.
    :: Awareness is
    :: To think of the world,
    :: To consider the context,
    :: To weigh the consequences,
    :: To see the world
    :: in all its complexity.
    :: Emotion is
    :: The lessons of the past
    :: The instinct of the ancestors
    :: The message of the unconscious
    :: The wisdom of the self
    :: in all its iterations
    :: Thought is
    :: The bringing together
    :: The wise weighing
    :: The careful consideration
    :: The compassionate judging
    :: of that which is relevant.
    :: Action is
    :: To reflect the world back to itself
    :: improved by compassion.
    :: Action is
    :: To return your Self to Being
    :: that Being, which is your Self,
    :: may be enlightened.

    ... What a wonderful way of circling through various human aspects back onto Being!

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