Archive for December 9th, 2009

December 9, 2009

by Emma

December 9, 2009

by Emma

In Southeast Asian mythology, the Nagas are serpents considered to be rain givers and guardians of the water and of the riches of the deep. They carry a precious jewel in their foreheads.
The daughter of the Nagas is Naga Kanya, whose upper body is human and lower body that of a snake. She is the Goddess of the Three Realms and pours her blessings of water on these worlds. She brings the Ultimate Treasure, represented by the diamond-pattern on the back of a cobra’s hood and by the jewel embedded in Kanya’s forehead. Naga Kanya is protector of the Law of Dharma. She is a gate-keepter, protecting thresholds and temple doors; she guards underwater treasure and spiritual knowledge. She is often presented holding a conch shell, representing the sound current which carries forth her water blessings.

December 9, 2009

by Emma

‘The big problem when you’re an artist is that the times of creation don’t come often. Most of the time I stay here in my studio and groan, and after that I go to my room, look at the TV.”

December 9, 2009

Texture of Life

by Emma

Tenderness towards oneself is incredibly sweet. Though you crave gentleness – and everyone does – the sweetness can be hard to take. It seeps right through the protective crust, all the way down to the core. Your whole being, body included, softens in that sweet nurturance, and the frozen, untouched places deep inside begin to thaw. As you melt, don’t be surprised if tears seep out as well. Cherish the tears. They are the water of your soul.

With the soft touch of inner compassion, the texture of outer life softens as well, and the world suddenly seems more compassionate too. Your belly and chest breathe more freely and you have softened into your core. You begin to live from the inside out, so you are bathed in your own atmosphere no matter where you go. With every breath you drink in the sweetness and your entire body is saturated with tender joy. Without any effort or abstract rule, tender joy for others bleeds through. Sensing this, people respond in kind, and even chance meetings in the market or street can be rich with heart. You are permeable, connected and available for life. You have melted into the stream of love that pulses through every body, the unchanging reality behind the changing shapes. Like a river pulled toward the ocean, you glide into deeper waters, the eternal now beneath the passage of time. Slowly, quietly, tenderly, you slide home.


Your Passion, Pleasure, and Inner Peace”
© Camille Maurine & Lorin Roche, Ph.D. (HarperOne, 2001)
December 9, 2009

by Emma

December 9, 2009

Say I Am You

by Emma

I am dust particles in sunlight,
I am the round sun.

To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep moving.

I am morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.
I am wind in the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.

Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.

I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought, and voice.

The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark of stone, a flickering
in metal. Both candle,
and the moth crazy around it.
Rose, and the nightingale
lost in the fragrance.

I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence, the lift,
and the falling away.

What is, and what isn’t.

You who know Jelaluddin,
You the one in all, say who I am.
Say I am You.

-Rumi