Monthly Archives: August 2014

I’m thinking…

…about beauty

“And a poet said, Speak to us of Beauty.
And he answered:
Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide? And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?

The aggrieved and the injured say, “Beauty is kind and gentle. Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us.” And the passionate say, “Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread. Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us.”

The tired and weary say, “Beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit. Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow.” But the restless say, “We have heard her shouting among the mountains, And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions.”

At night the watchmen of the city say, “Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east.” And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, “We have see her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset.”

In winter say the snow-bound, “She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills.” And in the summer heat the reapers say, “We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.” All these things have you said of beauty, Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied, And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear, But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears. It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.

People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.”

~ The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

ISBN 978-0-394-40428-8

Om shanti, shanti, shanti

Pulses or the Nature of Listening, Part 2

Issue Number 40, Spring 2003, of The Main Central Jin Shin Jyutsu Newsletter contains an article submitted by Matthias Roth.

Pulses or the Nature of Listening

“True listening is a place of strength. It requires one to be so grounded in one’s own state of being that one doesn’t get sucked into another’s. Because in listening, there is no hiding place: once I open up to tuning in, I cannot help but feel what is going on with me as well. That’s often more than we bargained for, and so we flee into our minds. We analyze the information of pages 5 and 7 in Text 2, we copy other students’ notes and try and try and wonder, why after all these years the pulses still feel like a book with seven seals.

Well, let’s start with this: How playful are you, and how soft are your hands? Keep mind and touch very soft, earth-like. Can you take the thought that pulse listening is important completely out of the picture? …Not because it isn’t, but because we tense up when we think that something is! Immediately, my presence is no longer one of earth, but one of metal, sharp and cold. My touch turns distant and impersonal, and my mind goes analytical, which will give a very different reading.

The path to allowing the biggest possible part of my being to be there in the process is really quite simple: KNOW that listening without understanding already harmonizes, while analyzing without listening does not – this is a simple law of nature! Now, with a listening heart and listening hands, study the textures of the “rose of transformation” (page 7 in Text 1) and look forward to a lifetime of understanding what vital principles express in the six textures – the dance of life itself. Look forward to discerning these when you are ready, and in the meantime, revel in the bliss of feeling…something! Will you only enjoy the sweetness of a chirping bird once you know its proper name in Latin?…Of course not!”

To be continued…

Thank you, Matthias.

Thank you, Mary.

Thank you, David.

Gassho, Namaste, Blessings.

I’m thinking…

…about pleasure

“Then a hermit, who visited the city once a year, came forth and said, Speak to us of Pleasure.
And he answered, saying:
Pleasure is a freedom-song, But it is not freedom. It is the blossoming of your desires, But it is not their fruit. It is a depth calling unto a height, But it is not the deep nor the high. It is the caged taking wing, But it is not space encompassed. Ay, in very truth, pleasure is a freedom-song. And I fain would have you sing it with fullness of heart; yet I would not have your lose your hearts in the singing.

Some of your youth seek pleasure as if it were all, and they are judged and rebuked. I would not judge nor rebuke them. I would have them seek. For they shall find pleasure, but not her alone; Seven are her sisters, and the least of them is more beautiful than pleasure. Have you not heard of the man who was digging in the earth for roots and found a treasure?

And some of your elders remember pleasures with regret like wrongs committed in drunkenness. But regret is the beclouding of the mind and not its chastisement. They should remember their pleasures with gratitude, as they would the harvest of a summer. Yet if it comforts them to regret, let them be comforted.

And there are among you those who are neither young to seek nor old to remember; And in their fear of seeking and remembering they shun all pleasures, lest they neglect the spirit or offend against it. But even in their foregoing is their pleasure. And thus they too find a treasure though they dig for roots with quivering hands. But tell me, who is he that can offend the spirit? Shall the nightingale offend the stillness of the night, or the firefly the stars? And shall your flame or your smoke burden the wind? Think you the spirit is a still pool which you can trouble with a staff?

Oftentimes, in denying yourself pleasure you do but store the desire in the recesses of your being. Who knows but that which seems omitted today, waits for tomorrow? Even your body knows its heritage and its rightful need and will not be deceived. And your body is the harp of your soul, And it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.

And now you ask in your heart, “How shall we distinguish that which is good in pleasure from that which is not good?” Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower, But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee. For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life, And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love, And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.

People of Orphalese, be in your pleasures like the flowers and the bees.”

~ The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

ISBN 978-0-394-40428-8

Om shanti

Pulses or the Nature of Listening, Part 1

Issue Number 40, Spring 2003, of The Main Central Jin Shin Jyutsu Newsletter contains an article submitted by Matthias Roth.

Pulses or the Nature of Listening

“In Jin Shin Jyutsu (Physio-Philosophy) there is no diagnosing, no healing or curing,” Mary says in the well-known interview with the Yoga Journal. How difficult it is for most of us to hold the Art in that open space shows in how many refer to Jin Shin Jyutsu Physio-Philosophy as a “healing art”, or “healing art from ancient tradition” ~ an expression which is not just different from Mary’s but in direct contradiction to hers.

Similarly, when we approach pulse listening, it is extremely tempting to think it will smuggle diagnosis back into Jin Shin Jyutsu Physio-Philosophy through the back door. Not so! Let’s look into the nature of what happens when I tune into a person’s rhythm and vibration, the “non-secret secrets of the Universe” as Mary puts it. No “taking” pulses ~ just listen, then leave them with their “owner”. The essence of Jin Shin Jyutsu Physio-Philosophy expresses in this subtle difference; Creator’s Art is not an interference in the other person’s life, their body or their flow, or their awareness, but a listening so careful and so skilled that it gives resonance to what is whole within. Read that sentence again,then again.”

To be continued…

Thank you, Matthias.

Thank you, Mary.

Thank you, David.

Gassho, Namaste, Blessings.

I’m thinking…

…about prayer

“Then a priestess said, Speak to us of Prayer.
And he answered, saying:
You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.

For what is prayer but the expansion of yourself into the living ether? And if it is for your comfort to pour your darkness into space, it is also for your delight to pour forth the dawning of your heart. And if you cannot but weep when your soul summons you to prayer, she should spur you again and yet again, through weeping, until you shall come laughing. When you pray you rise to meet in the air those who are praying at that very hour, and whom save in prayer you may not meet. Therefore let your visit to that temple invisible be for naught but ecstasy and sweet communion. For if you should enter the temple for no other purpose than asking you shall not receive: And if you should enter into it to humble yourself you shall not be lifted: Or even if you should enter into it to beg for the good of others you shall not be heard. it is enough that you enter the temple invisible.

I cannot teach you how to pray in words. God listens not to your words save when He Himself utters them through your lips. And I cannot teach you the prayer of the seas and the forests and the mountains. but you who are born of the mountains and the forests and the seas can find their prayer in your heart, And if you but listen in the stillness of the night you shall hear them saying in silence, “Our God, who art our winged self, it is thy will in us that willeth. It is thy desire in us that desireth. It is thy urge in us that would turn our nights, which are thine, into days which thine also. We cannot ask thee for aught, for thou knowest our needs before they are born in us: Thou art our need; and in giving us more of thyself thou givest us all.”

~ The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

ISBN 978-0-394-40428-8

Om shanti

The Pulses, Part 4

Issue Number 40, Spring 2003, of The Main Central Jin Shin Jyutsu Newsletter contains an article submitted by Susan Schwartz that I find most helpful.

Pulse, The Rhythm of Life

“I am also reminded of an occasion when Mary and many of her senior students listened to the pulses of the same person, and everyone heard something different at their level of awareness. My daughter, who had taken one five-day seminar when she was fifteen ~ now she’s 21 ~ doesn’t practice listening to pulses. When she gives me a session, she chooses her approach to helping the body harmonize even when she isn’t sure, and I always feel better. She uses her shorthand approach with focus on 13, 14 and 15 flows or 10, 9, and 2 flows or 4, 12 and 11 flows, always knowing she can use the Main Central or Mediator. She doesn’t like toes, so she chooses not to include the 5, 6, 7, 8 flow and she finds the Supervisory flow too long. What a gift not to be so concerned if she hears the pulses correctly or if she has an in-depth handle on them. Sometimes too much attention makes a person fixate on something before it is time for it to unfold, and what we want and desire becomes elusive.

Relax. Exhale. Let the symphony unfold before us and lead us to harmony of the rhythms of the universe. With ease and grace, without effort or worry, the body receives the wonderful jumper cable of the Creator.

Thank you, Susan.

Thank you, Mary.

Thank you, David.

Gassho, Namaste, Blessings.

I’m thinking…

…about good and evil

“And one of the elders of the city said, Speak to us of Good and Evil.
And he answered:
Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil. For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst? Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts it drinks even of dead waters.

You are good when you are one with yourself. Yet when you are not one with yourself you are not evil. For a divided house is not a den of thieves; it is only a divided house. And a ship without rudder may wander aimlessly among perilous isles yet sink not to the bottom.

You are good when you strive to give of yourself. Yet you are not evil when you seek gain for yourself. For when you strive for gain you are but a root that clings to the earth and sucks at her breast. Surely the fruit cannot say to the root, “Be like me, ripe and full and ever giving of your abundance.” For to the fruit giving is a need, as receiving is a need to the root.

You are good when you are fully awake in your speech, Yet you are not evil when you sleep while your tongue staggers without purpose. And even stumbling speech may strengthen a weak tongue.

You are good when you walk to your goal firmly and with bold steps. Yet you are not evil when you go thither limping. Even those who limp go not backward. But you who are strong and swift, see that you do not limp before the lame, deeming it kindness.

You are good in countless ways, and you are not evil when you are not good, You are only loitering and sluggard. Pity that the stags cannot teach swiftness to the turtles.

In your longing for your giant self lies your goodness: and that longing is in all of you. But in some of you that longing is a torrent rushing with might to the sea, carrying  the secrets of the hillsides and the songs of the forest. And in others it is a flat stream that loses itself in angles and bends and lingers before it reaches the shore. But let not him who longs much say to him who longs little, “Wherefore are you slow and halting?” For the truly good ask not the naked, “Where is your garment?” nor the house-less, “What has befallen your house?”

~ The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

ISBN 978-0-394-40428-8

Om shanti