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Thursday, December 14, 2017







the first jhana


Quite secluded from sense pleasures, secluded from unwholesome states, one enters and dwells in the first jhana, which is accompanied by thinking and examining and filled with the rapture and happiness born of seclusion. One drenches, steeps, saturates, and suffuses one’s body with this rapture and happiness born of seclusion, so that there is no part of one’s entire body which is not suffused by this rapture and happiness.


The Buddha, Anguttara Nikaya 5.28






Tuesday, December 12, 2017









Vanished are the veils of light and shade,
Lifted the vapors of sorrow,
Sailed away the dawn of fleeting joy,
Gone the mirage of the senses.
Love, hate, health, disease, life and death -
Departed, these false shadows on the screen of duality.
Waves of laughter, scyllas of sarcasm, whirlpools
of melancholy,
Melting in the vast sea of bliss.


from Paramahansa Yogananda, Samadhi










Apologies for the break in transmission. All well now.




Monday, December 11, 2017









Since things neither exist nor don't exist,
are neither real nor unreal,
are utterly beyond adopting and rejecting -
one might as well burst out laughing.


Longchenpa Rabjampa
(Tibetan Nyingma Master, 14th century)







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