To all the ones in my heart and to one especially, who loves Rumi as I do. Love to you all and Paz y Amor, Miguel
Peace can only last where human rights are respected, where the people are fed, and where individuals and nations are free. True peace with oneself and with the world around us can only be achieved through the development of mental peace.
~The Dalai Lama
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Good Guys and Bad Guys
We all love the struggle between good (us) and evil (them). It is, in its own way, deeply satisfying. Think of the plots of the James Bond films, the Star Wars films, the Indiana Jones films. In such movies, it’s quite obvious who the bad guys are. Caricatures of evil, they are ruthless, maniacal, without remorse, and so they must be stopped by any means necessary. We are meant to feel that it is okay—even, to tell the truth, pleasurable—to see violence inflicted upon them. Because the villains like to hurt people, it’s okay to hurt them. Because they like to kill people, it’s okay to kill them. After all, they are evil, and evil must be destroyed.
What is this kind of story teaching us? That if you really want to hurt someone, it is important to demonize them first—in other words, fit them into your good-versus-evil story. That is why truth is the first casualty of all wars.
- David R. Loy, from “The Nonduality of Good and Evil,”
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There is a community of the spirit,
Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street,
and being the noise.
A blessing to all of you, you workers for peace and the love of one another that should be a natural act. Some of us have been activists for decades, some brand new. The one thing we share is the love we have for one another, for our holy teachers and for those that populate the Universe. I love you all deeply and with great devotion. Blessings and Tashi Delek, Miguel
This is a path of being, not doing. There's nothing to do. We're just discovering who we already are - by relaxing, by connecting with the waves of this moment, and by bringing the boundless love of our nature to touch just what's here.
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The eye of clarity is so called because it brings sight to everyone. It enables every single one to enter the uncreated and unconditioned reality, each in his own way.
-Prajnaparamita
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More is Never Enough
It’s easy to think we’re generous and magnanimous people when we’re sitting here reading. We think, "I’m not attached. I’d be happy to share whatever I have with others.” But should somebody ask us, "May I have the food in your cupboards?" We would probably respond, "No! Why should I give it to you?" Or if somebody took our shoes that we left outside the meditation hall, we would be upset. "Who took my shoes? How dare they! I want them back!"
Fear often lies beneath our excuses. We falsely believe that possessions will bring us security in cyclic existence. In fact, our attachment to them keeps us bound in a prison of dissatisfaction. We constantly crave more and better, yet are never satisfied with what we have.
–Thubten Chodron, from Tara the Liberator (Snow Lion Publications)
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"Life can be found only in the present moment. The past is gone, the future is not yet here, and if we do not go back to ourselves in the present moment, we cannot be in touch with life."
M
y sweet sister, sometimes you wonder how I know you and I can only tell you this.
We have sailed together in the Seas of Crete on a fishing boat too small to imagine.
We were poor and our sails were torn and tattered. Bobbing around in the churning waves,
you always took us to Neptune's locker of fish.
This day was a day of bounty. The last eve out to sea was our day of rest from the net.
We held each other and you showed me the wonder of the Lunar Eclipse.
Something about you, that night of nights, made me think of you as a woman seeing something for the first time. This could not be true, as every night you blessed the day and our health and you spoke this gratitude to La Luna.
But you smiled like a child seeing fireworks and pointed it out to me as the dark clouds sauntered by, attempting to block your view. My all seeing woman you saw every clear moment of the moon peeking from cloud.
Today, my dearest lover, we caught a plethora of fish for the village. You have put us in a magic pond of Neptune's bounty. That day we caught fish of rainbows, albino fish with red eyes from the depths where the sea is thick with cold. We caught fish, brilliant fish, fish that knew and whispered to us the secrets of the millennium. Some fish sang to us, a captivating song, so enchanting that we knew it understood the sacrifice of their lives for our village and our families.
My love, that day you looked like a statue with a glowing color to your skin. Your hair was curly from the wind, your lips red from the breeze and the pressing of mine on yours. Your eyes were intense and staring at me as if it was also the first time you saw me. My Angel of Strength and Guidance, your arms with sinewy, ropy muscles, and I pulled the nets in with every delicacy of the sea. I turned to the bow and tears flowed for a moment. My love you asked me, Michael, are you troubled, and I said no, my love, just the salt in the sea.
My true feelings were so hard to put into words but I was overwhelmed that you were my twin and my lover and that I woke to your beauty and smile every morning. We both were always amazed as we looked at each other in the early light, amazed at our good fortune. Although poor we had everything.
As we neared the harbor of the village, our families had gathered as if they knew that we had a bounty to share. They helped us unload the shaky vessel that you had no fear to sail. They had lovely dishes--hummus, tabouli and eggplant, all of which we happily grew.
We wondered how they knew of our fortune. Perhaps a chatty gull had spoken of your find of fish enough for the whole village. We grilled the fish over ancient wood and all sat to feast and feast we did. We drank fiery Ouzo and saluted our luck and your guidance as you were the Village Queen of the Sea. I have never been so proud of you. We danced and danced as our small band of Gypsies played and sang songs that became old songs that they sing even now of this day of the Fish. Then, my love, the villagers left and we stayed on the beach and stared at the moon and the stars that flamed out millions of years ago.
You turned to me and gave me more of your mouth, your blessed mouth, and pulled yourself to me. We made a different kind of love that dark night. It was of reverence and divinity and more then once I was drawn to tears, my heart about to burst. And my love you wonder how I know you.
I have pulled sun-drenched babies from your Mound of Venus and drew symbols on them with henna to protect them from fear, and you drew fish beneath their eyes so that they may always see where the sea and the swarms of fish are.
You wonder how I know you.
My flower, I have healed your heart as your brother, when thoughtless lovers had slashed your heart to ribbons and your eyes cried salty rubies of pigeon blood. I held you until your heart became soft and pliant and lost its feeling of stone.
And you, my love, have pulled me from the precipice where faith was lost, and for that I will always give you any part of me you desire and all of my heart always. But if you wonder how we are so much the same, or how I know you, it is that I am a part of the very air you breathe.
My heart to yours,
Michaelito
Written by Michael (Miguel) Forbus
At 3:06am on November 16, 2009, Clicia Pavan said…
Somewhere between rightdoing, and wrongdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. ~ Rumi.... I'd be honored to learn with you, dear Michael....power to the peaceful.
for your lovely words deeply loved Michael. Each of us is student and teacher, we are human angel with one wing and need to hugs each other and after we can fly....your presence here it is briliant and I am graterful for who you are and what you are bright part of me.
Let me pray for endless days magical living the beauty way...that we are.Pure bliss in comfort and wisdom from core of sacred heart.
All love to my friends at iPeace. My heart resounds with yours, you angels of peace. Miguel
Fantasy Versus Imagination
Imagination draws its energy from a confrontation with desire. It feeds off desire, transmuting and magnifying reality through desire’s power. Fantasy does the opposite; it avoids desire by fleeing into a crude sort of wish-fulfillment that seems much safer. Fantasy might be teddy bears, lollipops, sexual delights, or superhero adventures; it also might be voices in one’s head urging acts of outrage and mayhem. Or it might be the confused world of separation and fear we routinely live in, a threatening yet seductive world that promises us the happiness we seek when our fantasies finally become real. Imagination confronts desire directly, in all its discomfort and intensity, deepening the world right where we are. Fantasy and reality are opposing forces, but imagination and reality are not in opposition: imagination goes toward reality, shapes and evokes it.
- Norman Fischer, from “Saved From Freezing,”
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If I say, "I am a monk." or "I am a Buddhist," these are, in comparison to my nature as a human being, temporary. To be human is basic.
~The Dalai Lama
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"Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don't claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent."
...reading more about who you are, and what's important to you, I’ve discovered that we have so much in common. You have articulated all of this perfectly. In the beginning of ipeace, I considered myself a newbie. I followed others from a site in MSN-ACIM beginning in 1999. It was closing down and 'ning.com' picked up thousands - ipeace opened a new site for me to rest my words, thoughts, deeds and photo's. Since then, I've spent few hours here (I'm in school), and don't carry a portable computer-etc. for communication. Anyway-that's a short vers. Since we're in the same business, I'd like to know more about your successes... I'm preparing a business plan, website, and collecting computer-etc. equipment. I'd like hear about the beginning of your business and up-to-date.. My Macintosh just crashed -- so I’m on a borrowed pc laptop -- You emailed a phone #, but I can’t get to this information. Peace to you my ipeace friend. Shells
The photo is at IONS, Petaluma CA 2009 by michellelavallee
At 3:10pm on November 11, 2009, Clicia Pavan said…
"Those who have not found their true wealth, which is the radiant joy of Being and the deep, unshakable peace that comes with it, are beggars, even if they have great material wealth. They are looking outside for scraps of pleasure or fulfillment, for validation, security, or love, while they have a treasure within that not only includes all those things but is infinitely greater than anything the world can offer"........Eckhart Tolle
Although cloudspotting is an activity best undertaken with time on your hands, it is something that everyone can enjoy. Clouds are the most egalitarian of nature's displays, since each one of us has a good view of them, so it really doesn't matter where you are. A little elevation never goes amiss, of course, but this could as easily be provided by a high-rise as by a mountain range of outstanding natural beauty. More important is the frame of mind you are in while cloudspotting. You are not a trainspotter, so standing on a hill with a notebook and pen poised to tick off the different types will end in disappointment. So will any attempt to write down their serial numbers.
- Gavin Pretor-Pinney, from "Cloudspotting,”
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"It will be a great day when our schools get all the money they need and the Air Force has to hold a bake sale to buy a bomber."
– Unknown (credited to Robert Fulghum in a 1982 book, but I doubt this)
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Today we face many problems. Some are created essentially by ourselves based on divisions due to ideology, religion, race, economic status, or other factors. Therefore, the time has come for us to think on a deeper level, on the human level, and from that level we should appreciate and respect the sameness of others as human beings.
~The Dalai Lama
----------------------------------
Natural Meditation
In Natural Meditation there are no goals, there is nothing to do or undo, no effort is needed. We sit and allow ourselves to rest in awareness allowing feelings and experiences to arise and pass away, even thoughts. Nothing is excluded and there are no preferences. When we "don't" allow an expieriance to arise or have expectations about being somewhere or someone else we create friction, we create an argument with what is. We rest when we can see through those things we assume are not allowing us to rest.
I welcome your friendship in peace, love and light and welcome dear friend to join my social network for questions about Islam and Quran if u are interested or if there are any misunderstandings or misconceptions about them.
Holding to an ordinary notion of self, or ego, is the source of all our pain and confusion. The irony is that when we look for this "self" that we're cherishing and protecting, we can't even find it.
- Dzigar Kongtrül Rinpoche, from "Searching for Self,”
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This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.
~The Dalai Lama
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If simplifying your schedule seems prohibitively difficult and you still feel pressed to take on more, try imagining how each new commitment will impact your life before saying yes. When you consider the hassle associated with superfluous obligations, you may be surprised to see that your schedule is impeding your attempts to grow as an individual. Your willingness to pare down your agenda, no matter how gradual your progress, will empower you to retake active control of the life that defines you.
-Unknown
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To meet everything and everyone through stillness instead of mental noise is the greatest gift you can offer to the universe.
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Peace can only last where human rights are respected, where the people are fed, and where individuals and nations are free. True peace with oneself and with the world around us can only be achieved through the development of mental peace.
~The Dalai Lama
-----------------------------------------------
Good Guys and Bad Guys
We all love the struggle between good (us) and evil (them). It is, in its own way, deeply satisfying. Think of the plots of the James Bond films, the Star Wars films, the Indiana Jones films. In such movies, it’s quite obvious who the bad guys are. Caricatures of evil, they are ruthless, maniacal, without remorse, and so they must be stopped by any means necessary. We are meant to feel that it is okay—even, to tell the truth, pleasurable—to see violence inflicted upon them. Because the villains like to hurt people, it’s okay to hurt them. Because they like to kill people, it’s okay to kill them. After all, they are evil, and evil must be destroyed.
What is this kind of story teaching us? That if you really want to hurt someone, it is important to demonize them first—in other words, fit them into your good-versus-evil story. That is why truth is the first casualty of all wars.
- David R. Loy, from “The Nonduality of Good and Evil,”
----------------------------------------------
There is a community of the spirit,
Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street,
and being the noise.
-Rumi
This is a path of being, not doing. There's nothing to do. We're just discovering who we already are - by relaxing, by connecting with the waves of this moment, and by bringing the boundless love of our nature to touch just what's here.
-----------------------------------------
The eye of clarity is so called because it brings sight to everyone. It enables every single one to enter the uncreated and unconditioned reality, each in his own way.
-Prajnaparamita
-----------------------------------------
More is Never Enough
It’s easy to think we’re generous and magnanimous people when we’re sitting here reading. We think, "I’m not attached. I’d be happy to share whatever I have with others.” But should somebody ask us, "May I have the food in your cupboards?" We would probably respond, "No! Why should I give it to you?" Or if somebody took our shoes that we left outside the meditation hall, we would be upset. "Who took my shoes? How dare they! I want them back!"
Fear often lies beneath our excuses. We falsely believe that possessions will bring us security in cyclic existence. In fact, our attachment to them keeps us bound in a prison of dissatisfaction. We constantly crave more and better, yet are never satisfied with what we have.
–Thubten Chodron, from Tara the Liberator (Snow Lion Publications)
------------------------------------------
"Life can be found only in the present moment. The past is gone, the future is not yet here, and if we do not go back to ourselves in the present moment, we cannot be in touch with life."
~Thich Nhat Hanh
Namaste, Miguel
Queen of the Sea and Mist
M
y sweet sister, sometimes you wonder how I know you and I can only tell you this.
We have sailed together in the Seas of Crete on a fishing boat too small to imagine.
We were poor and our sails were torn and tattered. Bobbing around in the churning waves,
you always took us to Neptune's locker of fish.
This day was a day of bounty. The last eve out to sea was our day of rest from the net.
We held each other and you showed me the wonder of the Lunar Eclipse.
Something about you, that night of nights, made me think of you as a woman seeing something for the first time. This could not be true, as every night you blessed the day and our health and you spoke this gratitude to La Luna.
But you smiled like a child seeing fireworks and pointed it out to me as the dark clouds sauntered by, attempting to block your view. My all seeing woman you saw every clear moment of the moon peeking from cloud.
Today, my dearest lover, we caught a plethora of fish for the village. You have put us in a magic pond of Neptune's bounty. That day we caught fish of rainbows, albino fish with red eyes from the depths where the sea is thick with cold. We caught fish, brilliant fish, fish that knew and whispered to us the secrets of the millennium. Some fish sang to us, a captivating song, so enchanting that we knew it understood the sacrifice of their lives for our village and our families.
My love, that day you looked like a statue with a glowing color to your skin. Your hair was curly from the wind, your lips red from the breeze and the pressing of mine on yours. Your eyes were intense and staring at me as if it was also the first time you saw me. My Angel of Strength and Guidance, your arms with sinewy, ropy muscles, and I pulled the nets in with every delicacy of the sea. I turned to the bow and tears flowed for a moment. My love you asked me, Michael, are you troubled, and I said no, my love, just the salt in the sea.
My true feelings were so hard to put into words but I was overwhelmed that you were my twin and my lover and that I woke to your beauty and smile every morning. We both were always amazed as we looked at each other in the early light, amazed at our good fortune. Although poor we had everything.
As we neared the harbor of the village, our families had gathered as if they knew that we had a bounty to share. They helped us unload the shaky vessel that you had no fear to sail. They had lovely dishes--hummus, tabouli and eggplant, all of which we happily grew.
We wondered how they knew of our fortune. Perhaps a chatty gull had spoken of your find of fish enough for the whole village. We grilled the fish over ancient wood and all sat to feast and feast we did. We drank fiery Ouzo and saluted our luck and your guidance as you were the Village Queen of the Sea. I have never been so proud of you. We danced and danced as our small band of Gypsies played and sang songs that became old songs that they sing even now of this day of the Fish. Then, my love, the villagers left and we stayed on the beach and stared at the moon and the stars that flamed out millions of years ago.
You turned to me and gave me more of your mouth, your blessed mouth, and pulled yourself to me. We made a different kind of love that dark night. It was of reverence and divinity and more then once I was drawn to tears, my heart about to burst. And my love you wonder how I know you.
I have pulled sun-drenched babies from your Mound of Venus and drew symbols on them with henna to protect them from fear, and you drew fish beneath their eyes so that they may always see where the sea and the swarms of fish are.
You wonder how I know you.
My flower, I have healed your heart as your brother, when thoughtless lovers had slashed your heart to ribbons and your eyes cried salty rubies of pigeon blood. I held you until your heart became soft and pliant and lost its feeling of stone.
And you, my love, have pulled me from the precipice where faith was lost, and for that I will always give you any part of me you desire and all of my heart always. But if you wonder how we are so much the same, or how I know you, it is that I am a part of the very air you breathe.
My heart to yours,
Michaelito
Written by Michael (Miguel) Forbus
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You can never know where
men the wind takes them, they have no roots
they do not like roots "
(Exupéry)
for your lovely words deeply loved Michael. Each of us is student and teacher, we are human angel with one wing and need to hugs each other and after we can fly....your presence here it is briliant and I am graterful for who you are and what you are bright part of me.
Let me pray for endless days magical living the beauty way...that we are.Pure bliss in comfort and wisdom from core of sacred heart.Fantasy Versus Imagination
Imagination draws its energy from a confrontation with desire. It feeds off desire, transmuting and magnifying reality through desire’s power. Fantasy does the opposite; it avoids desire by fleeing into a crude sort of wish-fulfillment that seems much safer. Fantasy might be teddy bears, lollipops, sexual delights, or superhero adventures; it also might be voices in one’s head urging acts of outrage and mayhem. Or it might be the confused world of separation and fear we routinely live in, a threatening yet seductive world that promises us the happiness we seek when our fantasies finally become real. Imagination confronts desire directly, in all its discomfort and intensity, deepening the world right where we are. Fantasy and reality are opposing forces, but imagination and reality are not in opposition: imagination goes toward reality, shapes and evokes it.
- Norman Fischer, from “Saved From Freezing,”
------------------------------------
If I say, "I am a monk." or "I am a Buddhist," these are, in comparison to my nature as a human being, temporary. To be human is basic.
~The Dalai Lama
-----------------------------------
"Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don't claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent."
-Rumi
Friend check out this new message that I posted on my blogThank you
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Namaste
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Friend check out this new message that I posted on my blogThank you
love, love, peace
Namaste
http://www.ipeace.me/xn/detail/2217368:BlogPost:2240031?xg_source=activity
"Those who have not found their true wealth, which is the radiant joy of Being and the deep, unshakable peace that comes with it, are beggars, even if they have great material wealth. They are looking outside for scraps of pleasure or fulfillment, for validation, security, or love, while they have a treasure within that not only includes all those things but is infinitely greater than anything the world can offer"........Eckhart Tolle
Miguel, I Love that quote.Although cloudspotting is an activity best undertaken with time on your hands, it is something that everyone can enjoy. Clouds are the most egalitarian of nature's displays, since each one of us has a good view of them, so it really doesn't matter where you are. A little elevation never goes amiss, of course, but this could as easily be provided by a high-rise as by a mountain range of outstanding natural beauty. More important is the frame of mind you are in while cloudspotting. You are not a trainspotter, so standing on a hill with a notebook and pen poised to tick off the different types will end in disappointment. So will any attempt to write down their serial numbers.
- Gavin Pretor-Pinney, from "Cloudspotting,”
-----------------------------------
"It will be a great day when our schools get all the money they need and the Air Force has to hold a bake sale to buy a bomber."
– Unknown (credited to Robert Fulghum in a 1982 book, but I doubt this)
----------------------------------
Today we face many problems. Some are created essentially by ourselves based on divisions due to ideology, religion, race, economic status, or other factors. Therefore, the time has come for us to think on a deeper level, on the human level, and from that level we should appreciate and respect the sameness of others as human beings.
~The Dalai Lama
----------------------------------
Natural Meditation
In Natural Meditation there are no goals, there is nothing to do or undo, no effort is needed. We sit and allow ourselves to rest in awareness allowing feelings and experiences to arise and pass away, even thoughts. Nothing is excluded and there are no preferences. When we "don't" allow an expieriance to arise or have expectations about being somewhere or someone else we create friction, we create an argument with what is. We rest when we can see through those things we assume are not allowing us to rest.
Namaste, Miguel
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Holding to an ordinary notion of self, or ego, is the source of all our pain and confusion. The irony is that when we look for this "self" that we're cherishing and protecting, we can't even find it.
- Dzigar Kongtrül Rinpoche, from "Searching for Self,”
-------------------------------------
This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.
~The Dalai Lama
-------------------------------------
If simplifying your schedule seems prohibitively difficult and you still feel pressed to take on more, try imagining how each new commitment will impact your life before saying yes. When you consider the hassle associated with superfluous obligations, you may be surprised to see that your schedule is impeding your attempts to grow as an individual. Your willingness to pare down your agenda, no matter how gradual your progress, will empower you to retake active control of the life that defines you.
-Unknown
------------------------------------
To meet everything and everyone through stillness instead of mental noise is the greatest gift you can offer to the universe.
-Eckhart Tolle
Namaste, Miguel
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