What’s Ricky Doing?


Hi good people. Thought I would check in with you and update you on what’s happening. I’ve been quiet on the blog post front because I’m working on my book, Eyesight To The Blind, at the moment. I’m just putting the finishing touches to Chapter Eighteen, and I estimate there will be another 4-5 chapters. As things stand, I am looking at a launch some time in June this year.

I couldn’t communicate with you without sharing a beautiful spiritual insight that I came across recently. Hope you enjoy it:

Empty Sky

Like the empty sky it has no boundaries, yet it is right in this place, ever profound and clear. When you seek to know it, you cannot see it. You cannot take hold of it, but you cannot lose it. In not being able to get it, you get it. When you are silent it speaks; when you speak, it is silent. The great gate is wide open to bestow alms, and no crowd is blocking the way – Osho

 

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We Must Let Go Of Our Attachments To Spiritual Teachers

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This is the third and final piece that I thought would get your brain cells going..

To be free of the false self, we must let go of our attachments to all spiritual teachers and concepts. The concepts and beliefs we have of God, Buddha, Jesus, Mohammad, Rama, Krishna, Sai Baba and others are only mirrors of our false selves that, if we become attached to them, prevent realising Love. We need to release all such concepts and beliefs because holding on to them separates us from the One that is beyond all conception.

Dr John Goldthwait

What Exists In The Space Between Thoughts?

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Here is the second of the pieces I thought you would enjoy..

The false self does not exists in the space between thoughts because the false self has no reality beyond what our thoughts give it. It is just a thought, a concept that has no reality except in the dualistic world of illusion. We will not believe the false self is mind-created illusion, however, until we actually experience the truth of its non-existence.

Dr John Goldthwait

Poetic Self-Realisation

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I have quite a busy few days before my working week kicks in again. As a result of that I won’t have the opportunity to write an original post this weekend. But I came across some fantastic pieces of writing and thought I’d share them with you, spread over three posts. Hopefully, you will enjoy these pieces as much as I did. First, a delightful poem from Kabir.

The wine of the Lord’s love

Becomes more delicious

The more you drink it;

But it is hard to obtain,

For the wine merchant, O Kabir

Demands your head in exchange

~ Kabir

In other words, when the ego (head) has been obliterated, only the Heart remains.

The World Of Rumi

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Jacket art from the back cover of “The Glance: Songs of Soul Meeting by Rumi,” translated by Coleman Barks; published by Viking in October 1999. Original Filename: RUMI2.JPG ORG XMIT: ; 11

There can’t be anyone, anywhere, who, having come across the writings of Rumi for the first time, does not immediately fall in love with the sheer beauty of it. Whether you refer to his works as poetry, philosophy, or simply a soul expressing itself from the depths of its being, his writing is truly incredible.

A colleague of mine told me about the piece below a couple of years back. I originally thought that it contained only the first verse. It is apparently, a much longer piece, however, when I found this two-verse version recently I felt quite pleased with myself for finding an extra verse. I haven’t seen the complete version yet; that will be something for me to look up on the good old internet in the near future. But I was really struck by these two verses together and it inspired me to reach within my own soul and retrieve this interpretation. I hope it does the great man justice!

Out beyond ideas of wrong doing
and right doing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.

Rumi

Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing (beyond relativity and human logic) There is a field (the inner wilderness of bliss, or Consciousness) I’ll meet you there (in Consciousness there is no duality; there are no others, we will be as the One and only)

When the soul lies down in that grass (when we finally realise that all there is, is realisation) The world is too full to talk about (in the All That Is, we will abide in the Silence; the eternal language of the soul)

Eyesight To The Blind – Poem


I can’t believe that it’s been five weeks since I wrote something new; indeed the last time was when I published the last article of my “Who Am I?” series. You may or may not recall that I shared with you my intention of elaborating on the story and publishing it as a book in 2018. Well, I came up with this very simple poem that I’d like to share with you. I intend to display it at the beginning of the book before the actual story begins. Or I might even kick the first chapter off with it. I may yet make some changes, but this is what it looks like at the moment.

I’m in the dark

I cannot see

Myself I cannot find

I know it not

But all I seek

Is Eyesight To The Blind

 

The pain, the pain

But tis not me!

It’s the others! Says my mind

And as I burn

I stay bereft

Of Eyesight To The Blind

 

The ages pass

At last a light

I glimpse on distant shore

My Eyesight To The Blind

I need not

Seek thee anymore

 

Awake, awake

Oh dormant soul

No more the dark for you

Your time is now

Arise, go forth

And to the Self be true

Silence


At the end of my last post, Who Am I? Part Fourteen, I said you would have part fifteen before you know it… Obviously, that hasn’t happened and I apologise for that. Unfortunately, since my last post my chronic fatigue has been playing up more than normal and I simply haven’t had the energy or the focus to be able to write. I really don’t like going too long without posting, so I thought I would share this beautifully inspiring piece of wisdom from Ramana Maharshi with you. Please bear with me, and I will write part fifteen as soon as I’m able. It’s only about another 16 days before I go off to Nepal for three weeks, so I’m hoping to give you parts sixteen and seventeen as well. In the meantime, here’s The Maharshi…

Silence is ever speaking. It is a perennial flow of language, which is interrupted by speaking. These words I am speaking obstruct that mute language. For example, there is electricity flowing in a wire. With resistance to its passage, it glows as a lamp or revolves as a fan. In the wire it remains as electric energy. Similarly also, silence is the eternal flow of language, obstructed by words.