Reality cannot be found except in One single source, because of the interconnection of all things with one another. ... I do not conceive of any reality at all as without genuine unity. ... any activity, activity being of the essence of substance in general. Gottfried Leibniz.
All things are woven together and the common bond is sacred, and scarcely one thing is foreign to another, for they have been arranged together in their places and together make the same ordered Universe. For there is one Universe out of all, one God through all, one substance and one law, one common Reason of all intelligent creatures and one Truth. Frequently consider the connection of all things in the universe. Marcus Aurelius, Meditations. Read this book and in it find abundantly a knowledge of the things that are, those that have been, and those to come.
From my grandfather Verus I learned good morals and the government of my temper. From the reputation and remembrance of my father, modesty and a manly character. From my mother, piety and beneficence, and abstinence, not only from evil deeds, but even from evil thoughts; and further, simplicity in my way of living, far removed from the habits of the rich. The Meditations
Once the reader has finished this book, and understood it, then the entire world history of culture should seem both smaller and bigger at the same time, condensed and expanded, contextualised, and strangely almost inevitable or unavoidable, with everything being a variation, extension, or counter point of one of the transcendent themes that Jung has anatomised. It puts the human mind in an analogous position to a stone being thrown into a lake, where the ripples are the history of human religious and superstitious thought, caused not by any will of the stone, but as a result of how the mind has been fashioned and propelled by higher forces, by the stream of evolution and time which smoothened it, and the hand of consciousness which propelled it. Aion: Researches into the Phenomenology of the Self. by Carl G. Jung
Take my blood. Take my death shroud and The remnants of my body. Take photographs of my corpse at the grave, lonely. Send them to the world, To the judges and To the people of conscience, Send them to the principled men and the fair-minded. And let them bear the guilty burden, before the world, Of this innocent soul. Let them bear the burden, before their children and before history, Of this wasted, sinless soul, Of this soul which has suffered at the hands of the 'protectors of peace'. The innocent Soul by Jumah al Dossari
The Heart of Compassion: Ratna Nidhi. Directed by Kell Kearns.
Om Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya, O my Lord, I offer my respectful submission unto You. One way of approaching this chant is by viewing it as way of acknowledging a power greater than us. This simple act of acknowledgement can be a great relief, for it allows us to let go a bit of our tendency to control. This will further help us feel at peace with ourselves.
Listen to this Ney that is complaining and narrating the story of separation. Rumi. The Ney is the body of man and the breath blown into it is the spirit. Kudsi Erguner
What, if any, survival ethic is arising simultaneously among the earth's cultures? Is a diverse planet-wide civilization grounded in religious harmony, environmental responsibility, gender equality, and collective nonviolence possible? "Globalized Soul" points toward an emerging global spirituality and its power to transform our world.
The clearing rests in song and shade. It is a creature made. By old light held in soil and leaf, By human joy and grief, By human work, Fidelity of sight and stroke, By rain, by water on. The parent stone. We join our work to Heaven's gift, Our hope to what is left, That field and woods at last agree In an economy Of widest worth. High Heaven's Kingdom come on earth. Imagine Paradise. O Dust, arise! Wendell Berry, Sabbath Poem VII (1982)
Berry's belief that whatever havoc, whatever catastrophic change has occurred, humanity cannot go back; instead we must "join our work to Heaven's gift," which is "joining our hope to what is left." Because you can't recover what's lost. There's no going back to it ... The necessary work of the world is to take what we've got and make it better.
Navaratri Bhajan of Divine Mother ( Durga Shakti Mahadevi ) During Navaratri (The 9 Divine Nights) , we invoke the energy aspect of God in the form of the universal mother, also known as "Durga," which means the remover of miseries of life. She is also referred to as "Devi" (goddess) or "Shakti" (energy or power). It is this energy, which helps God to proceed with the work of creation, preservation and destruction. In other words, you can say that God is motionless, absolutely changeless, and the Divine Mother Durga, does everything.
The beginning of spring provide a sacred opportunities for the worship of the Divine Mother. During these nine nights nine forms of Shakti or female divinity are worshipped. The first three nights are dedicated to the goddess of action and energy. The next three days are dedicated to her various aspects as the goddesses of peace, plenty and bliss. And finally the goddess of knowledge. not just the knowledge of how to earn a living, but how to "live" as well, equipped with the spiritual knowledge that frees us from this bind of Samsara.
Fierce compassion to protect those who are vulnerable, love of Earth, and outrage at injustice is an activism that has an archetypal basis. 'Anything we Love can be Saved' begins with love for what is endangered, hurt, or neglected. Mother love for a child is one of several models for committed activism. Jean Shinoda Bolen
In every corner of the world, there's one question that can never be definitively answered, yet stirs up equal parts passion, curiosity, self-reflection and often wild imagination: "What is God?" Did God create man or did man create God?, "Is there one God for all religions?" Oh My God
The new distributed communication changes human consciousness by extending the central nervous system of billions of human beings and connecting the human race across time and space, allowing empathy to flourish on a global scale. We can harness our empathic sensibility to establish a new global ethic that recognizes and acts to harmonize the many relationships that make up the life-sustaining forces of the planet. The Empathic Civilization By Jeremy Rifkin
"Those worlds in space are as countless as all the grains of sand on all the beaches of the Earth. Each of those worlds is as real as ours. In every one of them, there's a sucsession of incidence, events, occurences which influence its future. Countless worlds, numberless moments, an immensity of space and time. And our small planet, at this moment, here we face a critical branch-point in the history. What we do with our world, right now, will propagate down through the centuries and powerfully affect the destiny of our descendants. It is well within our power to destroy our civilization, and perhaps our species as well. If we capitulate to superstition, or greed, or stupidty we can plunge our world into a darkness deeper than time between the collapse of classical civilization and the Italian Renaissaince. But, we are also capable of using our compassion and our intelligence, our technology and our wealth, to make an abundant and meaningful life for every inhabitant of this planet. To enhance enormously our understanding of the Universe, and to carry us to the stars." from Carl Sagan's Cosmos . To live in the hearts we leave behind is to never die. Carl Sagan on God and gods
yama are codes of restraint, abstinences, self-regulations and Niyamas are the observances or practices of self-training,
As long as this world Keeps on spinnin around I'll keep hangin on to this love that I found I won't let go, cause I know I have something that is true And I will never ever quit loving you, Jill Barber ChancesWishing Well
Nahawa Doumbia speaks to the younger generation of West Africa through her lyrics about love, the position of women in Malian society, and the plight of the African refugees in France. Bama
"There lies before us, if we choose, continued progress in happiness, knowledge, and wisdom. Shall we instead choose death, because we cannot forget our quarrels? We appeal, as human beings, to human beings: remember your humanity and forget the rest."-Albert Einstein
The Earth is my mother, her child am I; Infinite space is my father, May he fill us with plenty. Peaceful, sweet-smelling, gracious Earth. Whatever I dig from thee, O Earth, May that have quick growth again, May we not injure your vitals or your heart. Full of sweetness are the plants, And full of sweetness these my words. And with things that are full of sweetness, I prosper in a thousand ways. Atharva Veda Book XII
Kimi Djabate, Karam, Malam de malam de malam de lalalala, Je t'aime, I love you If you don't study, you should travel. You should study to learn languages. To get around, Je t'aime, I love you. People, we have to study!
Van Django acoustic string ensemble with roots in the gypsy jazz
Gregory MARTYNENKO sings Skatert belaya (The white tablecloth). A jocular dialogue between a drunken hussar and a gipsy girl:The white tablecloth is all wet with wine, All hussars are in a wakeless sleep. Just one hussar is awake drinking champagne and proposing new toasts to Gipsy's health: Beauty, come to me, I am fond of you, Beauty, kiss me now, it won't poison you! Kiss me tender first, then I kiss you back. And we'll kiss each other heartily! NO, I won't! NO, I can't! You are so tall, I can't reach you! YES, you CAN! YES, you WILL! I will bend, so you CAN!
I got my feet knocked off the ground. I got my head knocked off my feet. I tried to swallow all of the world. And now I'm diving in too deep. And now I'm falling towards the sky. I just don't know how am I, But I got the weight of all the world. I better not let go of the reins. Oh what am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to echo all of you? Am I s'pposed to fall back to the sky? Or keep on rising for a while? I think I'm fallin' down , I'm back to very ground. I couldn't hold it anymore.I've had my hours asking for. I think these nice to hold, Or I don't see how could I change my way. I was carrying the weight of all the world. I'm gonna get what I deserve I got my feet knocked off the ground, I got my head knocked off my feet, I tried to spin it all away, I think I got in too deep. I think you know I have to go, I think you know what I deserve. Here comes the weight of all the world, And it's coming straight for me.
ScrapArtsMusic performes on invented instruments, all hand-crafted from salvaged materials and found objects plucked from the scrap yards, construction sites, Army/Navy surplus depots around Vancouver.
When the World Ended as We Knew It. We saw it from the kitchen window over the sink as we made coffee, cooked rice and potatoes, enough for an army. We saw it all, as we changed diapers and fed the babies. We saw it, through the branches of the knowledgeable tree through the snags of stars, through the sun and storms from our knees as we bathed and washed the floors.
The conference of the birds warned us, as the flew over destroyers in the harbor, parked there since the first takeover. It was by their song and talk we knew when to rise when to look out the window to the commotion going on - the magnetic field thrown off by grief.
We heard it. The racket in every corner of the world. As the hunger for war rose up in those who would steal to be president to be king or emperor, to own the trees, stones, and everything else that moved about the earth, inside the earth and above it.
We knew it was coming, tasted the winds who gathered intelligence from each leaf and flower, from every mountain, sea and desert, from every prayer and song all over this tiny universe floating in the skies of infinite being.
And then it was over, this world we had grown to love for its sweet grasses, for the many-colored horses and fishes, for the shimmering possibilities while dreaming.
But then there were the seeds to plant and the babies who needed milk and comforting, and someone picked up a guitar or ukulele from the rubble and began to sing about the light flutter the kick beneath the skin of the earth we felt there, beneath us, a warm animal, a song being born between the legs of her; a poem. From How We Became Human by Joy Harjo.
Come Beloved for today is all that is ours. And like the ephemeral moments of a flower's bloom, it will fade. For tomorrow nothing my remain of me, my heart, or this world, if the radiance of your love reveals itself as it does today. Niyaz - Ghazal!
