Whales Weep Not! by D.H. Lawrence

Whales Weep Not! D. H. Lawrence, 1885 - 1930 They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent. All the whales in the wider deeps, hot are they, as they urge on and on, and dive beneath the icebergs. The right whales, the sperm-whales, the hammer-heads, the killers there they blow, there they blow, hot wild white breath out of the sea! And they rock, and they rock, through the sensual ageless ages on the depths of the seven seas, and through the salt they reel with drunk delight and in the tropics tremble they with love and roll with massive, strong desire, like gods. Then the great bull lies up against his bride in the blue deep bed of the sea, as mountain pressing on mountain, in the zest of life: and out of the inward roaring of the inner red ocean of whale-blood the long tip reaches strong, intense, like the maelstrom-tip, and comes to rest in the clasp and the soft, wild clutch of a she-whale’s fathomless body. And over the bridge of the whale’s strong phallus, linking the wonder of whales the burning archangels under the sea keep passing, back and forth, keep passing, archangels of bliss from him to her, from her to him, great Cherubim that wait on whales in mid-ocean, suspended in the waves of the sea great heaven of whales in the waters, old hierarchies. And enormous mother whales lie dreaming suckling their whale-tender young and dreaming with strange whale eyes wide open in the waters of the beginning and the end. And bull-whales gather their women and whale-calves in a ring when danger threatens, on the surface of the ceaseless flood and range themselves like great fierce Seraphim facing the threat encircling their huddled monsters of love. And all this happens in the sea, in the salt where God is also love, but without words: and Aphrodite is the wife of whales most happy, happy she! and Venus among the fishes skips and is a she-dolphin she is the gay, delighted porpoise sporting with love and the sea she is the female tunny-fish, round and happy among the males and dense with happy blood, dark rainbow bliss in the sea.

~Summer Is Over~

The badminton court is empty Steady rain has made the ground soggy The net sags Rackets lean against a tree Shuttlecocks rest in the notch The hammock is soaked Volleyball, football, basketball, wiffle ball Golf ball, tennis ball, soccer ball Summer is over and we've had a ball While civilization fell apart all around us Craig Louis Stehr 18.IX.'21 The Magic Ranch Redwood Valley, California

Chant the Name of the Lord

Chant the Name of the Lord and His Glory unceasingly That the mirror of the heart may be wiped clean And quench that mighty forest fire, Worldly lust, raging furiously within. Oh Name, stream down in moonlight on the lotus-heart, Opening its cup to knowledge of Thyself. Oh self, drown deep in the waves of His bliss, Chanting His Name continually, Tasting His nectar at every step, Bathing in His Name, that bath for weary souls. Various are Thy Names, Oh Lord, In each and every Name Thy power resides. No times are set, no rites are needful, for chanting of Thy Name, So vast is Thy mercy. How huge, then, is my wretchedness Who find, in this empty life and heart, No devotion to Thy Name! Oh, my mind, Be humbler than a blade of grass, Be patient and forbearing like the tree, Take no honor to thyself, Give honor to all, Chant unceasingly the Name of the Lord. Oh Lord and Soul of the Universe, Mine is no prayer for wealth or retinue, The playthings of lust or the toys of fame. As many times as I may be reborn Grant me, Oh Lord, a steadfast love for Thee. A drowning man in this world's fearful ocean Is Thy servant, Oh Sweet One, In Thy Mercy Consider him as dust beneath Thy feet. Ah, how I long for the day When, in chanting Thy Name, the tears will spill down From my eyes, and my throat will refuse to utter Its prayers, choking and stammering with ecstasy, When all the hairs of my body will stand erect with joy! Ah, how I long for the day When an instant's separation from Thee, Oh Govinda, Will be as a thousand years, When my heart burns away with its lustre And the world, without Thee, is a heartless void. Prostrate at Thy feet let me be, in unwavering devotion, Neither imploring the embrace of Thine arms Nor bewailing the withdrawal of Thy Presence Though it tears my soul asunder. Oh Thou, who stealest the hearts of Thy devotees, Do with me what Thou wilt For Thou are my heart's beloved, Thou and Thou alone. SRI CHAITANYA tr. Swami Prabhavananda and Christopher Isherwood

The Kernal of Truth from Vedanta Society

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Evening Aarti Lord Shiva Ice Lingam Amarnath Cave INDIA 18.VII.'21

Okay all of you climate justice activists, here is the worship of the Lord Shiva ice lingam in the cave at Amarnath, evening of July 18th, 2021...BRINGING IN THE SPIRITUAL MOJO!!! >>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_kgYIBr3UU

Incredible Tratak Yoga Image

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Astrological Significance of Maha Shivaratri March 11th, 2021

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Lingashtakam

Bodhinyana

"Don't be in a hurry and try to push or rush your practice. Do your meditation gently and gradually step by step. In regard to peacefulness, if you become peaceful, then accept it; if you don't become peaceful, then accept that also. That's the nature of the mind. We must find our own practice and persistently keep at it." ~Ajahn Chah http://ajahnchah.org/book/_Bodhinyana.php

STOP ROTTING IN THE QUAGMIRE OF SAMSARA!!!

To study the Buddha way Is to study oneself. To study oneself Is to forget oneself. To forget oneself is to be Enlightened by the myriad dharmas. To be enlightened By the myriad dharmas Is to bring about the dropping away Of body and mind and Of both oneself and others. The traces of enlightenment Come to an end And this traceless enlightenment Is continued endlessly. ~ Eihei Dogen (1200-1253) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dogen

D.T. Suzuki Quotation

Zen is a wafting cloud in the sky. No screw fastens it, no string holds it; it moves as it lists. No amount of meditation will keep Zen in one place. - D.T. Suzuki

南無觀世音菩薩 2小時 加長版 The Guan Yin Mantra 2hrs 靈修 打坐 冥想 靜坐 黃慧音- Imee Ooi