Starry Night

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"We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time."

"In my end is my beginning."

Thomas S. Eliot.


I

Samadhi


Autumn came with clouds and seagull screams,
red and yellow leaves, gusts of wind, sudden showers,
raindrops tapping, sometimes sunny, sometimes gray,
cooler nights, waning moon among tree's foliage,
seashore strolling, pebbles and thin dark sand.

The Buddha enters in deep Samadhi and says:
iha sariputra sarva dharma sunyata
laksana anutpanna anruddha avmala anuna aparpurna

Puzzled eye and mind with the belief
of substantial reality we reflect in our senses
so immediately built and evident.
The secure everyday of our lives, always itself,
that we keep in our memory, that other skin of our souls.
Memories we recall, or we carry as a burden
sometimes invited and sometimes unwanted,
beloved, ignored, hated or rejected,
the mental spine of ourselves and be myself.

Land of pure emptiness, from where everything
comes to being and where everything returns
with a sudden existence, unfolded and folded
once and again, as shoots of the unborn voidness.
Those trees glowing green, the winter fog, the golden dawn,
the beetle's shell, the labors of the ant, the buzzing bee,
steel and cement, the devoted temples, the ruling palaces.
Out of the nothingness come these splendors we see.
We builders, we architects, we engineers of essence,
are just but travelers leaving brief traces:
our own footsteps in the Sands of Time.

Creature born of man and woman.
Lost in the labyrinth of the mind and thought.
Wandering in perpetual queries and searches.
Nirvana. The Blowing Out. The Western Land.
Where mind is emptiness, and emptiness is all.
Silence. No path. No queries. No traces at all.
No words. No language. No symbols. No memories.
Just a being that is being and nothing more.
But more present than ever. More sensible than always.
Fully receptive. Fully interconnected. Fully aware.
Dwelling in the Palace of Suchness.
Once the thirst of existence has vanished.
Aloof from thought that eternizes them.

gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha


II


Ecstasy

At the edge of winter, autumn faded gently.
Naked branches, violet clouds in rapid transit,
cold colors in the air, those hues of blues,
spreading in the background of a rough restless sea.
Lonely seashore, scattered bare rocks, winter is here.

San Juan de la Cruz in an ecstasy of contemplation speaks:
°Oh llama de amor viva, que tiernamente hieres de mi alma en el m·s profundo centro! Pues ya no eres esquiva, acaba ya, si quieres; °rompe la tela de este dulce encuentro!

Overruling world, devil, flesh.
In silent deep contemplation.
Because silence is receptiveness.
And only in receptiveness.
The soul is ready for its transformation.
When the House of Nowhere opens its gates.
And what is unveiled, is beyond measurement,
beyond ratio, beyond the limited thought,
beyond words, beyond causality.
So distant and yet so close.

Paradox is the golden way, oxymoron its plough.
The non-science science, the unpath path.
Words dissolving words.
Opposite meanings diluting meaning.
No-meaning of meaning.
Bringing silence and voidness.
So to free the soul from thought,
memory and worldly knowledge.
Unfilled to be filled.
So to understand without understanding.
What dwells beyond our selves,
and let it work by itself.

Lightened the soul by purification
of one and thousand temptations, darkness
appetites, desires and worldly events,
The Burning Flame enters
and overwhelms it with Divine Fire.
Consuming its previous substance.
Emptying it of previous life.
Making the soul full of Divine Love.
Which is full brightness and light.
The old man dies, the new man lives.
Overcoming death, pain, and body corruption.
The Kingdom of Earth
is now The Kingdom of Heaven.
The worldly life is now Eternal life.
One with God now, I am God.

"Este saber no sabiendo es de tan alto poder, que los sabios arguyendo jam·s le pueden vencer; que no llega su saber a no entender entendiendo, toda ciencia trascendiendo".


III


Tzu-jan

Spring filled the air with scents,
smoothing colors of dawns and days.
At the garden still with traces of snow,
the Shirotae began to bloom.
Newborn energy unfolding leaves,
fresh dew drops, hues of green.

Lao-Tzu the born Old Child speaks
The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao.
The name that can be named is not the eternal name.

If one names it, one loses it.
If one loses it, one finds it.
There is no way of being apart from it.
There is no way of being part of it.
The way, why should it have a way?
There is no need to the way to have a way.
It flows flowing as it flows.
It knows itself, without knowing.
There is no need of knowing what is known.
The bee hums its humming.
The tiger roars its roaring.
Tao Taos its Tao.

No effort shall be done.
No path shall be followed.
No goal shall be pursued.
Tao does it all by itself.
From the beginning to the end.
It never stops it never pauses.
Yet it remains still.
As it goes on and on.
Like a stream of water.
Flowing ever onward.
Like uncarved wood.
Always ready to achieve a shape.
Tao Taos its Tao

What happens, happens by itself.
There is no Ruler or Ruled.
There is no after and before.
Past, present or future.
All things arise together.
Arising related.
If one changes, everything changes.
If one dims, everything darkens.
If one moves, everything moves.
Tao changes without changing.
Remaining one with itself.
Tao dies once and again.
Tao is reborn once and again.
Tao Taos its Tao

"The Tao is an empty vessel; it is used, but never filled..."


IV


Moksha

Summer came blending hot wind,
petals, dust and soft blue nights.
Quiet noons, crops in the fields,
shiny light and deep blue sea.
Season rolled, with butterflies and all,
dark green foliage, sweet scents at dawn.

In the Upanishads it is written: aham asmi Brahman

Enter the forest, hide away from men.
Seek the ancient lake, stand in front of it.
Who is looking at you?
Return home to the sculptured city that pulses all day.
With everyone working, struggling and hurrying.
With steel and cement, with glass and bricks.
Who is moving it all?
Go to seashore, hear the rhythm of waves.
the scream of seagulls, the voice of women and men.
Who is screaming, who is speaking?
See the new crops in the fields,
sudden showers, twirling leaves, snow at dawn.
Who is making all this then?
You. The Maker is You.

You think you are you and only you?
Individual, isolated, one and only,
oh! so different, separated, non related?
You, not me, nor she, nor he?
Not a bird, not a monkey, not a horse,
not a leaf, not a raindrop, not a cloud.?
If you are you and only you,
isolated, separated, differentiated,
then you are under a spell,
and playing your own lonely game.
Wearing a mask, as everyone else.

But who is hiding, in your You?
No one is, yet That is.
And You are That.
And All there Is.
In spite of Masks.
Outside & Inside You.
That is You. You are the World.
Raindrop, bird, horse, leaf, cloud,
seagull, seashore, snow, humming bee.
All are That. That is All.
As you knew it all the time.
Not knowing you did knew.
Thou are That. That is Thou.

It is written in the Upanishads:
"One should reverence the thought: 'I am the world-all'."


V


Sokushin-Joboutsu

Autumn came unfolding reds and flew away.
Days went by, season faded, withered leaves still clung
tensed by struggling forces, those from Heaven and Earth,
just for a moment extending their agony, its silent adieu.

At the tenth stage of realization, Kukai spoke:
"The teaching of the Buddha is not far, it is in our own heart, it is near. Satori does not exist apart from us. Where could we find it if not inside ourselves!"

The Three Mysteries are waiting for me.
The Mandaras shall merge into Oneness.
The Mudra shall become its gestures.
The Mantra shall speak its Words.
The path of Ten Stages is a long one.
As I enter the Kongokai and Taizokai Mandaras.
As I repeat my Mantra.
As I perform my Mudra.
Detached from ignorance and passions.
From one stage to the other stage.
So to hear the sound of Great Thunder.
The teachings of Dainitchi Nyorai.

"Bring the incense and the flowers
and put them in the initiation platform!"
Sayed Master Hui-Ko, the Seventh Patriarch.
I shall pour in your head water!
I shall give you the true path!
I shall transmit you the teachings!
Shin den Shin it will be!
I have waited for you so much!
This is the day and only day of my life!
This is your day and only day of your life!
In the first month you will cross
The Womb-Store Realm.
In the second you will conquer
The Diamond Realm.
And in the third the final ritual:
The Shingons will dwell forever in your heart.
Then I will pass like the raindrop dew does,
like the autumn leaf and the flock of snow do,
like the bloom of hydrangea goes away!

The path of initiation has begun.
The numerous Buddhas fill my eyes and mind.
In the journey throughout the Diamond Realm.
Which represents the Power of Wisdom.
And throughout the Lotus Womb Realm.
The Power of Radiating Compassion.
The World of Sensitivity.
Where the five elements dwell.
Earth,water,fire,air,and ether.
Focusing meditation on the letter A.
That symbolizes the union of the opposites.
Created by the delusion of thought.
All diversity will disappear.
And I will reach the Universal Source of Light.
The Great Sun Buddha.

To receive the transmission of the teachings.
I repeat and meditate the Shingons once and again.
The ones my master Hui-Ko has transmitted to me.
To make my ignorance vanish once and for all.
Because they bear the illumination of the Buddhas.
Because each word of a Shingon, bears the Truth of the Buddha.
Because the Truth of the Buddha is enlightenment.
And Enlightenment is becoming Buddha in this embodied life.
The day and only day of my life is near.
The Sound of the Great Thunder is ready to speak.

When the last dawn of the third month appeared,
the True Words filled my Heart.
Hear thou well, and you shall be set free.
"Truth speaks in the Five Elements.
Everything you see, hear, feel, taste and think,
carry the Words that teach the Truth.
That dwells concealed in Beauty.
In the cry of the seagull, in the sound of storm,
in the path of the snail, in the colors of dawn,
in the buzzing of bees, in the full yellow moon,
in the skin of your hands, in the rumor of poetry,
in the scent of hot tea, in the signs of calligraphy,
in molded metal, in carved wood, in sculptured stone.
All and All There Is, speak the True Words.
The Teaching of Teachings."

"The True Words are this:
There are no words for what it is
You have reached the Palace of Suchness.
The complete silence of the mind.
The complete voidness of the eye.
The complete emptiness of the ear.
The complete nothingness of the nose.
The complete absence of the tongue.
You have entered the Palace of Pure Light.
The Light that has no color.
From where the five colors arise.
My body is your body now.
I am You. You are me: Dainitchi Nyorai."

And then Kukai spoke again: "When there is no more sky, no more universes, no more beings and no more Nirvana, my wishes will stop."


VI


Fotuh

Winter came and flew away. So did spring and autumn did. Seasons and stars circling once and again. The spirals of time kept moving in a cosmic dance encompassing all. Planets and seeds, novas and births.
After fulfilling the hajj, Ibn-Al-Arab wrote:
"God is essentially all things.
He permeates through all beings created and originated."

Fana is the path and vehicle.
In my journey to Him.
To his unveiled Being.
To his secret dwelling.
So to achieve his Infinite Attributes.
His Divine Wisdom.
I know where my journey starts.
But I ignore where it will end.
I know His Worldly Name.
But I ignore his True Name.
It is written in The Quran:
"Wheresoever you turn,
there is the face of God."


To see The Ultimate Face.
Which is The First Face.
I must move away from Him,
towards Him, and within Him.
So to receive The Divine Knowledge
The names he taught to Adam.
That can not only be reached by Reason.
Or thought, or faith, or the five senses.
But throughout Imagination.
That make things merge. Unveiling them.
After Reason has split them.
Both Image and Idea must be One.
Fotuh will come when Fana begins.
Kashf will shine when the World dims.
Al-ensan al-kamel will be a new born being.


The Language of God is not the Language of Men.
His Signs come in the mist of Sleep.
His Truth unveils in mystical visions.
His Love burns when my senses fade.
The Journey to the Center of His Being.
Is the Journey to the Center of My Heart.
Where else can I find Him?
Where else can I find Me?
What is Out is What is In.
There are no boundaries.
No Limits of the Skin.
And each Prophet is a Mirror of his Wisdom.
Each one, One of His Divine Attributes.
All different reflections of God.
Wahdat Al-Wojud.
The Oneness of Being.


The Prophet Muhammad has spoken to me.
The Unveilment Of God has happened.
The Ultimate Stage of my Journey.
Has been His Journey.
My Final Self Realization.
His Self Manifestation.
I know now my True Self.
My Self is His Self.
I am His Endless Mirror.
The reflection of His Being.
Merging into One Image.
Reflection and Reflected are One.
Observer is the Observed.
The hand that is writing these words,
is The Hand, The Hand of God.



VI


Ain Soph

Just before his death, Rabbi Moses Cordovero The Ramak told his disciples:
After I am gone, the man who will succeed me, will speak apparently contradicting my statements. But truth is, that they come from the same source as mine and are one with them. And so it happened. Rabbi Yitzchak Luria-The Ari-came.
Hashem is the name.
Of what has no name.
It is Not It. Yet It Is.
No one can understand It.
No one can imagine It.
It has no Substance.
Yet it becomes all Substance.
Hidden to eye, ear, reason and thought.
Yet more Visible than the Body.
It is all that it has being.
Is. And will be.
Past, present, future.
Endless. Timeless. Spaceless.
Everything comes from It.
Everything will return to It.


It dwells beyond the Ten Sefirot.
Yet It flows in The Ten Sefirot.
Which are its Emanation.
From Keter to Malkhut.
From Malkhut to Kether.
All of the Ten interconnected.
Each including the others.
Numbers within numbers.
Numerous. Uncountable.
And all of the Ten are One.
One Colorless Light.
That changes as it flows.
As hues of colors.


All things. All Creation.
Comes from Ain Soph.
Through Adam Kadmon.
Which enlightened the non-born.
Making it thus be born.
The Five Partzufim or Faces.
Followed by the Four Worlds.
Being the Last World our World.
And Adam and Eve.
Father and Mother.
That separated themselves.
From what is One and only One.
From what is All and only All.
Misconstruing God's will.
And thus leaving us all.
In perpetual delusion.
As a cut-off branch.
From The Tree of Knowledge.


Our World is The Last.
Of Numerous Worlds.
Arisen from Ain Soph.
To reach its Truth.
The path is upwards.
Towards its Center.
In the Meditation Journey.
Which I perform daily.
Sorting parlous visions.
That the eye may not abide.
That may depart me.
From the Central Column.
Four Sefirot as pillars.
And whose numbers.
Sum the True Name.
YHVH. I Will Become.


When the dawn of the Sabbath.
Enlightened the room.
I knew the dawn of this Sabbath.
Was the First Sabbath's dawn.
And the vision came to me.
And thus Truth Unveiled .
Me The Ramak and The Ari.
Are The Same Face.
The Face of His Face.
The Face of Adam Kadmon.
All but One. Hashem.
God is All of Us.
And Everything Is God.




He consultado los siguientes libros y sitios Web:
1.- Samahdi: Sutra of the Heart. Sanscrit and English version by Dr.Michael Moriarty: Colgate University

2.- San Juan Obras Completas:
Editorial Monte Carmelo

3.-Tao Te King
Lao Tse

4.- Moksha
Upanishads

5.-Alan Watts: "Las FilosofÌas de Asia" Nueva Era; Editorial EDAF Madrid 1996"

6.-Alan Watts: "El Camino del Tao" Editorial KairÛs 1995 Barcelona EspaÒa

7.-Kukai
Shingon
Kukai Page

8.- Ibn-Al-Arabi
RSiSS
Ibn-Al-Arabi by William Chittik
Pantheism

9.- Ain Soph
Judaic Kaballah
Kabbalist Theology
Kaballah
The Ten Sefirot


Carlos Fleitas
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