onlYoga eNewsletter

Vol. 29 • October • 2008

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Dates To Remember

SUTRA 3.11

Consciousness is transformed toward integration as distractions dwindle, and focus arises.

sarvârthataikâgratayoï kæayodayau cittasya samâdhi-pariñâmaï


sarva
= all

arthata
= regarding the meaning of something

ekâgratayoï
= one-pointedness, focus

kæaya
= dwindling, decreasing

udayau
= arising, appearance

cittasya
= consciousness

samâdhi
= oneness, integration

pariñâmaï
= transformation

-Patanjali

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© John Merideth • onlYoga, llc 2008
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Nature! We are surrounded and embraced by her: powerless to separate ourselves from her, and powerless to penetrate beyond her.

Without asking or warning, she snatches us up into her circling dance, and whirls us on until we are tired and drop from her arms.

She is ever shaping new forms: what is, has never yet been; what has been, comes not again. Everything is new, and yet nought but the old. We live in her midst and know her not. She is incessantly speaking to us, but betrays not her secret. We constantly act upon her, and yet have no power over her.

The one thing she seems to aim at is individuality; yet she cares nothing for individuals. She is always building up and destroying; but her workshop is inaccessible.

Her life is in her children; but where is the mother? She is the only artist, working up the most uniform material into utter opposites, arriving without a trace of effort at perfection, at the most exact precision, though always veiled under a certain softness.

Each of her works has an essence of its own; each of her phenomena a special characterization; and yet their diversity is in unity.
She performs a play; we know not whether she sees it herself, and yet she acts for us, the looker-on.

Incessant life, development, and movement are in her, but she advances not. She changes forever and ever, and rests not a moment. Quietude is inconceivable to her, and she has laid her curse upon rest. She is firm. Her steps are measured, her exceptions rare, her laws unchangeable.

She has always thought and always thinks; though not as a man, but as Nature. She broods over an all-comprehending idea, which no searching can find out.

Mankind dwell in her and she in them. With all men she plays a game for love, and rejoices the more they win. With many, her moves are so hidden, that the game is over before they know it.

That which is most unnatural is still Nature; the stupidest philistinism has a touch of her genius. Whoso cannot see her everywhere, sees her nowhere rightly.

She rejoices in illusion. Whoso destroys it in himself and others, him she punishes with the sternest tyranny. Whoso follows her in faith, him she takes as a child to her bosom.

-Johann Von Goethe
ON NATURE
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DIALECTIC
As all things change to fire,
and fire exhausted
falls back into things,
the crops are sold
for money spent on food.

The earth is melted
into the sea
by the same reckoning
whereby the sea
sinks into the earth.

Air dies giving birth
to fire. Fire dies
giving birth to air. Water,
thus is born dying
earth and earth of water.
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Heraclitus of Ephesus (ca. 535–475 BC) was a pre-Socratic Greek philosopher, a native of Ephesus, Ionia, on the coast of Asia Minor.
Heraclitus is known for his doctrine of change being central to the universe, and that the Logos is the fundamental order of all.
What was scattered
gathers
What was gathered
blows apart.

The river
where you set
your foot just now
is gone----
those waters
giving way to this;
now this.

Just as the river where I step
is not the same, and is,
so I am as I am not.

The cosmos works
by harmony of tensions,
like the lyre and the bow.
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photograph by Nick Wiltgen