Welding

Posted on by Alain Joly

“The arrow that is shot should penetrate so deeply
that even the feathers do not show.
Hug the body of the Lord so tightly
that the bones must be crushed to crumble.
Weld to the divine until the very welding disappears.”
~ Akka Mahadevi

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Quote by Akka Mahadevi (1130 – 1160)

Photo by Alain Joly

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Bibliography:
– ‘Sky-clad: The Extraordinary Life and Times of Akka Mahadevi’ – by Mukunda Rao – (Westland)

Website:
– Akka Mahadevi (Wikipedia)

Suggestion:
– O Mystic Nuns (Homage to Akka Mahadevi, Andal and Mirabai)

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The Innermost Light

Posted on by Alain Joly

“The innermost light, 
shining peacefully 
and timelessly 
in the heart, 
is the real Guru. 
All others merely show the way.”

~ Nisargadatta Maharaj

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The quote is from Nisargadatta’s book ‘I Am That’

Photo by Alain Joly

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Bibliography:
– ‘I Am That’ – by Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj – (Chetana Pvt.Ltd)

Website:
– Nisargsadatta Maharaj

Suggestions:
– Beauty in Essence (other pointers from the blog)
– Khetwadi Lane (Homage to Nisargadatta Maharaj)

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Beauty in Essence

Posted on by Alain Joly

Without experiencing the essence there is no beauty. 
Beauty is not merely in the outward things 
or in inward thoughts, feelings and ideas; 
there is beauty beyond this thought and feeling. 
It’s this essence that is beauty.

~ J. Krishnamurti 

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The quote is from Krishnamurti’s Notebook

Photo by Alain Joly

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This article is the first that appears in a new category called ‘Beauty in Essence’. This is the place to share a photo or a work of art as the main feature. A very short poem or quote will be accompanying it…

Bibliography :
– ‘Krishnamurti’s Notebook’ – by J. Krishnamurti – (Krishnamurti Publications of America, US)

Website:
– J. Krishnamurti

Suggestion:
– A Day at Brockwood Park (Homage to J. Krishnamurti)

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The Flower of Awareness

Posted on by Alain Joly

Awareness is like a flower
Always fresh and present and vibrant
In the morning mist of mind

It awakens to us every moment
Bending its fragrance and petals
To what we think is blurred for a time

Its fragility is an illusory one
For it is the only sharp thing we have
The indestructible ground of living

And in front of such shining beauty
What was once a so familiar scenery
Dissolves and fades like dust in the wind

 

 

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Text and photo by Alain Joly

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Suggestion:
– Voices from Silence (other poems from the blog)