"This Is What Is" by Lisa Cairns

New Nonduality Talk with Lisa Cairns

Auguries of Innocence, by William Blake

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

Knowing is Being

It's really difficult for most to accept that the deepest form of knowing is simply being, which continues to be despite whether or not thought is going on.

What this means is that the intellect isn't even necessary to understand what reality is. Being reality is the only way. Reality will never be separate.

To take an imaginary step out of reality, in other words, to create a separate identity and also a "world" out there for this identity to look at, this is the illusion.

Ramana Maharshi said that knowing is being. It can be really frustrating to ease the investment in a mental self/world in order to experience the always already present reality beneath, within, as all there is.

This is why we are thankful to the ego. In the end the ego is the source of our pain and suffering to such a degree that we are guided back again and again to giving up thought-identity. We relax. We come full-stop in the mind. And here we are.

Rest as this beingness. If there has to be a practice of any sort, it might as well be this.

Cuteness Trumps All (5-year-old Tsung Tsung plays piano)

The End of Seeking

Have a nice day.

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Being Ordinary

 Heard an interview with these guys on the Australian podcast, Urban Guru Cafe. Check 'em out.


http://www.beingordinary.org/

About

Being Ordinary is a website created by two friends, Tom and Mike, and is dedicated to the expression and exploration of what it truly means to be a human being. Ideas such as Enlightenment, Awakening or Self-Realisation, often serve to distract us from the ordinary and mundane from which we assume we must  escape or transcend. Yet if seen clearly, simple and directly, the ordinary can lead us into total acceptance and end the search for something ‘extra’.
These podcasts are the result of many discussions over many years  and although the essence of what is presented here does not require words, labels or theory, the sheer enjoyment and creativity of speaking about the wordless has led to these recorded discussions. We hope that whatever is expressed here directs you straight to the heart of the vast silence from which all expression arises.

Being Ordinary is a natural evolution of an earlier website we created called Sheer Uncanniness, which acted as a forum for discussion about the fundamental nature of being. The posts (including many excellent poems) are still available here through the archives.

About Tom…

I first got into spirituality in 2001 after reading the book Mindfulness: The Path to the Deathless by Ajahn Sumedho. Meditation has done me a lot of good over the years, I’d highly recommend it. I first met Mike in the students union at Lampeter University where we were studying Religious Studies, he looked like a bit of a hippy and I just thought we’d get on.
Nowadays I’m making websites and loving open source software and the open social web. You might like to read my book about spirituality and stuff, The Last Beyond. I am @twombh on Twitter.

About Mike…

Born and raised in the Isle of Man I was brought up around Therevadin Buddhism by my Father who ordained as a monk (you can visit his website at PureDhamma.org). After various travels in India and Asia I took a degree in Religious Studies at Lampeter in Wales, where I met Tom who was playing banjo and singing Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan. After years of meditation, yoga and philosophy, I sought out teachers such as Ramesh Balsekar, Tony Parsons and Mooji who have  profoundly effected my own appreciation of  spirituality. I’ve also recently completed a Masters Degree in Western Esotericism.
I’ve recently began to teach Mindfulness Meditation & give talks on Nonduality. My website is http://www.myfreemind.im/. You might also enjoy leafing through my early blog on Awakening, Beginners Rope, or join me on twitter @MyFreeMind_IOM.