...our mind still has its darkest Africas, its unmapped Borneos and Amazon Basins.
-Aldous Huxley
Photography, Dharma, and Musings from the Tambopata-Candamo
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Tropical Dharma
Urania Moth, Madagascar |
Sunday, February 19, 2012
A Tangled Bank
It is interesting to contemplate an entangled bank, clothed with many plants of many kinds, with birds singing on the bushes, with various insects flitting about, and with worms crawling through the damp earth, and to reflect that these elaborately constructed forms, so different from each other, and dependent on each other in so complex a manner, have all been produced by laws acting around us. These laws, taken in the largest sense, being Growth with Reproduction; inheritance which is almost implied by reproduction; Variability from the indirect and direct action of the external conditions of life, and from use and disuse; a Ratio of Increase so high as to lead to a Struggle for Life, and as a consequence to Natural Selection, entailing Divergence of Character and the Extinction of less-improved forms. Thus, from the war of nature, from famine and death, the most exalted object which we are capable of conceiving, namely, the production of the higher animals, directly follows. There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved.
-Darwin
Highest Yoga Tantra
"Taking pleasure of beauty of nature is the most profound yoga, if no one is there to capture the perception of it."
-Daniel Odier
-Daniel Odier
Gratitude
I am grateful
for the way my soul is sometimes
drawn to move with other souls and then separated
from them. I observe here a law of soulmaking
with exciting possibilities for
understanding.
Scenes of how it operates appear: People in arctic cold, others in the tropics. Oceans, high desert canyons, wooded valleys, all in harmony with “the One who has no partner”. There is a group that sings and moves in pure joy; another is quiet in the midst of tremendous grief and carnage. A tree bristling with thorns: jealousy, meanspirited revenge. Then the white jasmine
flowers bud, open, and drop the
gift of themselves.
Why are we shown this?
So we can appreciate the whole as given.
When I am grieved and without hope, I accept that
as grace, as well as the removal of pain. A deep
knowing comes as we are shown, receive,
and grow to love both.
Bahauddin (1318–1389)
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Split Open
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The depth of the heart can only be matched by the expanse of the universe.
Dive, or better yet surrender into the core to be shown.
Compassion birthed from the immediacy of our own conditions of anguish,
and knowing those feelings dwell in others.
Compassion arising from the recognition that we are all family,
and that we share the same desires for happiness, fulfillment, agency, and freedom.
I am split open and the light comes pouring in.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Pain, Injury and the Cool Revolution of Yoga
Published on Elephant Journal here: http://www.elephantjournal.com/2012/02/pain-injury--the-cool-revolution-of-yoga--matthew-champoux/
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