<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590472327210142376</id><updated>2011-08-02T15:44:17.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing at the Edge</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingdyingproject.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590472327210142376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdyingproject.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dale Borglum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397610731211564347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ng-74N-A3B0/R9YBaQH6iRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7x7s9xeFOjQ/S220/Dale2by2PassportPlay.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590472327210142376.post-2220002543617297560</id><published>2010-05-30T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T11:25:14.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At it's root, all fear is fear of dying. According to a  New York Times survey asking "What is your greatest fear?", number one was speaking in public and number three was dying. Yet exactly the place in you or me that is afraid of speaking in public, the place where I am identified with only my separateness, is the place that is afraid to die. So whenever we consciously work with our fear, be clearly aware of it, have compassion for she or he how is afraid, in that moment we are preparing for our death, preparing to die well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;Here is a link to a video that will allow you to practice being with your fear of falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmDhRvvs5Xw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmDhRvvs5Xw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livingdying.org/"&gt;http://www.livingdying.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590472327210142376-2220002543617297560?l=livingdyingproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590472327210142376/posts/default/2220002543617297560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590472327210142376/posts/default/2220002543617297560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdyingproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/fear-of-falling.html' title='Fear of Falling'/><author><name>Dale Borglum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397610731211564347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ng-74N-A3B0/R9YBaQH6iRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7x7s9xeFOjQ/S220/Dale2by2PassportPlay.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590472327210142376.post-7716415877349304653</id><published>2010-05-10T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T11:24:20.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 17.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica; color:#333233;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 17.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica; color: #333233"&gt;Sometimes the desire to be lost again, as long ago, comes over me like a vapor. With growth into adulthood, responsibilities claimed me, so many heavy coats. I didn't choose them. I don't fault them, but it took time to reject them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 17.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica; color: #333233"&gt;Now in the spring I kneel, I put my face into the packets of violets, the dampness, the freshness, the sense of ever-ness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 17.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica; color: #333233"&gt;Something is wrong, I know it, if I don't keep my attention on eternity. May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe, tiny but useful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 17.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica; color: #333233"&gt;May I stay forever in the stream. - Mary Oliver&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 17.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica; color: #333233"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 17.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica; color: #333233"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livingdying.org/"&gt;http://www.livingdying.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3362F5;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590472327210142376-7716415877349304653?l=livingdyingproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590472327210142376/posts/default/7716415877349304653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590472327210142376/posts/default/7716415877349304653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdyingproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/perhaps-everything-terrible-is-in-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Dale Borglum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397610731211564347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ng-74N-A3B0/R9YBaQH6iRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7x7s9xeFOjQ/S220/Dale2by2PassportPlay.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590472327210142376.post-4229342835760777187</id><published>2010-03-05T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:21:14.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grounding, Addiction, and Grief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;We are all addicted. I'm addicted to understanding and to excitement.  Until we are free, until we are liberated, we are addicted in our individual ways to avoiding the fundamental terror of our imagined separateness. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Arial; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;When we are lost in my addiction, there is no ground. When we are firmly grounded, receiving the support of the earth element, addiction is nowhere to be found. As I mentioned in the previous post, grounding is the first energetic ability that a healthy baby learns. Grounding is a necessary prerequisite for centering, for having impulse control, and for having appropriate boundaries. These energetic abilities are the tools which uproot the core cause of addiction. We each must begin with receiving the support of ground. How much love and devotion can we feel for Mother in Her manifestation as Earth.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Arial; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;Being grounded is not merely being here now, but being here now with trust, trust that I can relax fully into this place.  Unresolved grief is where we don’t trust. Unresolved grief is at the core of addiction. When we next are caught in addiction, in our body, in our mind, in our emotions, can we admit our lack of groundedness and then connect with ground. As we breathe in, push down through the base of the torso into the earth and receive the support that is always available. Open down. Relax the holding at the base that is futilely hoping to protect. And with the outbreath, allow this energy to flood the pelvis, the legs and feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livingdying.org/"&gt;http://www.livingdying.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590472327210142376-4229342835760777187?l=livingdyingproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590472327210142376/posts/default/4229342835760777187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590472327210142376/posts/default/4229342835760777187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdyingproject.blogspot.com/2010/03/grounding-addiction-and-grief.html' title='Grounding, Addiction, and Grief'/><author><name>Dale Borglum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397610731211564347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ng-74N-A3B0/R9YBaQH6iRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7x7s9xeFOjQ/S220/Dale2by2PassportPlay.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590472327210142376.post-6942057200421359587</id><published>2010-02-20T00:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:47:47.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ground of Being</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;To be truly centered, living from the hara, dan tien, kath, requires first being grounded. Attempting to be centered, to live from our center rather than just from our mind and emotions without first being grounded essentially is asking ourself to surrender into an energetic stance that we’re not sure that we trust. When grounded, we trust where we are. Beyond being here now, we are being here and now while we trust. Trust is the body is the sense of being supported by the earth. Not just the sensations in our feet, our butt, but receiving the support that the earth  gives us while lying, sitting, standing, moving.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 16.0px Arial; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;Eastern practices assume one is grounded and treat the belly center as the foundation. Many Westerns have been meditating until their knees fall off and yet because the ground is not trusted, practice has no solid foundation. To sit with the lower body firm as a mountain, ground is a prerequisite. For years I struggled to live from my center and though I made slow progess, my electrified lack of ground made this work excruciating difficult.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 16.0px Arial; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;Gravity is the force of attraction two bodies have on each other and the force of the attraction is proportional to the mass of each body. The earth is so incredibly much larger than you and me that it’s gravitational attraction to each of us keeps us from flying off into space as our home planet hurtles and spins on its journey. We have a much much smaller gravitational pull on the earth, but in fact with each step we take, the entire earth imperceptibly rises up to meet our foot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 16.0px Arial; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;Grounding also has emotional and spiritual components. Emotionally we can feel and accept that the earth cares about us. Spiritually, devotion to Divine Mother, to Mother Earth, directly perceiving the sacredness of all thought and form, trusting that reality is more than that which the senses and the rational mind can experience.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 16.0px Arial; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;The journey to healing can only begin grounded here in this moment. How alive are you willing to be? Aliveness is our connection with the ground of being. Being ungrounded can result in anxiety or living in total devastation, depending on the level of separation from the Ground of Being. From numbness and denial to stark terror.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 16.0px Arial; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;                **********************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 16.0px Arial; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 15.0px 0.0px; font: 16.9px Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 20.9px Arial"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: 17.9px Arial"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's possible I am pushing through solid rock&lt;span style="font: 16.9px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   in flintlike layers, as the ore lies, alone.&lt;span style="font: 16.9px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   I am such a long way in I see no way through,&lt;span style="font: 16.9px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   and no space; everything is close to my face,                                                                and everything close to my face is stone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.9px Arial; min-height: 20.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.9px Arial; min-height: 20.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.9px Arial"&gt;   I don't have much knowledge yet in grief--&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.9px Arial"&gt;   so this massive darkness makes me small.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.9px Arial"&gt;   &lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt; be the master: make yourself fierce, break in:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.9px Arial"&gt;   then your great transforming will happen to me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.9px Arial"&gt;   and my great grief cry will happen to you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.9px Arial"&gt;–Ranier Maria Rilke, translated by Robert Bly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.9px Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.9px Arial"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livingdying.org/"&gt;http://www.livingdying.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px 'Trebuchet MS'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590472327210142376-6942057200421359587?l=livingdyingproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590472327210142376/posts/default/6942057200421359587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590472327210142376/posts/default/6942057200421359587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdyingproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-be-truly-centered-living-from-hara.html' title='Ground of Being'/><author><name>Dale Borglum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397610731211564347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ng-74N-A3B0/R9YBaQH6iRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7x7s9xeFOjQ/S220/Dale2by2PassportPlay.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590472327210142376.post-324259003394670272</id><published>2010-02-17T09:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:47:13.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Kabir Poems-versions by Robert Bly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friend, hope for the Guest while you are alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jump into experience while you are alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Know and feel while you are alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What you call “salvation” belongs to the time before death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you don’t break your ropes while you’re alive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you think ghosts will do it after?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The idea that the soul will join with the ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just because the body is rotten –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That is all fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is found now is found then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you find nothing now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You will simply end up with an empty apartment in the City of Death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you make love with the divine now, in the next life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You will have the face of satisfied desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So plunge into the truth, find out who the true teacher is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Believe in the Great Sound!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kabir says this: when the Guest is being searched for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is the intensity of the longing that does all the work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look at me and you will see a slave of that intensity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh friend, I love you, think this over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Carefully! If you are in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then why are you asleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you have found him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Give yourself to him, take him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why do you lose track of him again and again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you are about to fall into heavy sleep anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why waste time smoothing the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And arranging the pillows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kabir will tell you the truth: this is what love is like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Suppose you had to cut off your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And give it to someone else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What difference would that make?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livingdying.org/"&gt;http://www.livingdying.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590472327210142376-324259003394670272?l=livingdyingproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590472327210142376/posts/default/324259003394670272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590472327210142376/posts/default/324259003394670272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdyingproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/2-kabir-poems-versions-by-robert-bly.html' title='2 Kabir Poems-versions by Robert Bly'/><author><name>Dale Borglum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397610731211564347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ng-74N-A3B0/R9YBaQH6iRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7x7s9xeFOjQ/S220/Dale2by2PassportPlay.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590472327210142376.post-5165313333066847283</id><published>2010-02-17T08:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:46:23.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you trust being in a body on this earth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;Contemplative practices that come from the East assume that the practitioner is not neurotic and is firmly grounded on Mother Earth. The electrical shocks that I recounted in the previous  post left me feeling extremely ungrounded. Twice while following my joy and my curiosity I almost got killed. These incidents happened before I had become a rational being. So even though intensive meditation  practice brought me temporary relief from the uncomfortableness that I was experiencing being in my body, the sense of peace and well being was always short-lived. It felt to me like pouring nectar into a sieve. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Arial; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;I have now been meditating for more than 40 years. I have practiced vipassana, zen, Hindu, Christian, sufi, shamanic, chi gung, dzogchen, Tibetan Buddhist, and Taoist forms of of meditation and contemplative prayer with some of the greatest masters in the world. States of non-dual awareness, concentration and deep devotion came naturally to me. Yet until I recently discovered how crucial grounding and then being centered were as a foundation to the whole meditative process, the fruits of my practice were always frustratingly fleeting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Arial; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;Meditation and contemplation fundamentally is the process of disidentifying from ego structure, from a solid sense of self. But if one does not have a solid sense of self to begin with, the process almost always becomes a mess. You have to become somebody before you become nobody. Eastern practices assume that you have a healthy and grounded personality as you undertake the search for freedom from suffering. His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama said that most surprised him about Americans is they don’t like themselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;In my case the need to develop grounding and centering is probably more extreme than that of many others, but my experience as a meditation teacher is that almost all Westerns are limited in their ability to meditate by a deficit of these fundamental qualities. Being grounded is one of the first lessons that a baby needs to learn after being born. The Earth supports us. We can trust that we are supported. There is even an emotional component to this sense of grounding. The Earth wants us to be happy, to trust our sense of physical support. Modern birthing practices, especially those that were used when baby boomers were born, did not encourage a sense of being grounded to say the least. We live in a society that is profoundly uncentered and ungrounded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livingdying.org/"&gt;http://www.livingdying.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590472327210142376-5165313333066847283?l=livingdyingproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590472327210142376/posts/default/5165313333066847283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590472327210142376/posts/default/5165313333066847283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdyingproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/contemplative-practices-that-come-from.html' title='Do you trust being in a body on this earth?'/><author><name>Dale Borglum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397610731211564347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ng-74N-A3B0/R9YBaQH6iRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7x7s9xeFOjQ/S220/Dale2by2PassportPlay.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590472327210142376.post-3114926590574490592</id><published>2010-02-12T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:45:17.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What drove me to meditaion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me say a little about my early childhood. Not that it was that unusual, but a pattern was created that drove me to intensive meditation practice for many years and that also limited my ability to harvest the sweet fruits of this practice until finally I was able to touch directly this underlying pattern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As a small child I twice received severe electrical shocks, once while a toddler putting a hairpin into an electrical outlet (my earliest memory in life) and then a few years later I put a fork in the toaster trying to extract my toast. Both times I remember feeling happy and curious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Wow, this two-pronged thing I just found on the floor fits perfectly into these two holes in the wall. Neat, I'm going to crawl over and put it in." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Cool, finally old enough to make my own toast. All the butter and jam I want. The toast is stuck but I can get it out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only to learn that the world was not as safe as I had assumed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My nervous system got fried especially during my toaster encounter. I couldn't let go of the fork and my mom was in the basement doing the laundry, so it took her what seemed like forever to get to the kitchen and unplug the toaster. Right after this I started to stutter. For 25 years I felt like God had put me on the wrong planet. Finally in my late 20's I discovered meditation. My first teacher was Shunryu Suzuki Roshi at San Francisco Zen Center. Occasional tastes of peace were all that I needed to plunge into meditation and devotional practices with the one-pointed   passion that a drowning man has for an almost-in-reach life preserver.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livingdying.org/"&gt;http://www.livingdying.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590472327210142376-3114926590574490592?l=livingdyingproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590472327210142376/posts/default/3114926590574490592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590472327210142376/posts/default/3114926590574490592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdyingproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-me-say-little-about-my-early.html' title='What drove me to meditaion'/><author><name>Dale Borglum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397610731211564347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ng-74N-A3B0/R9YBaQH6iRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7x7s9xeFOjQ/S220/Dale2by2PassportPlay.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590472327210142376.post-5846081179012836925</id><published>2010-02-11T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:35:56.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial"&gt;This blog, part of the Living/Dying Project website, will have two main content streams.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial"&gt;First, musings on my life–stuff that I find fascinating, fun, provocative, inspiring. Second, I am facilitating four ongoing small groups(&lt;a href="http://www.livingdying.org/pages/events.html"&gt;http://www.livingdying.org/pages/events.html&lt;/a&gt;) called Healing at the Edge as part of the Project. These groups are exploring deep healing/spiritual awakening. My experience as a meditator, a meditation teacher, and a guide for the dying has been that almost all Westerners have psychological patterns, patterns that determine how energy moves through our body, patterns that eventually deeply limit our progress on the path of awakening. Yet Eastern contemplative practices assume that the practitioner is grounded and not neurotic; they do not directly uncover and heal these long-held patterns. There are a lot of ungrounded, uncentered, neurotic meditators.       In these groups and in this blog we will create a solid foundation from which to heal. True healing arises from contact with the Sacred, with the Wisdom Mind. Without a grounded and centered foundation, the heart of compassion will continue to open and close as it feels safe or unsafe. And without the selfless purity of compassion, contact with the Sacred, wholeness, will remain no more than a nice idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590472327210142376-5846081179012836925?l=livingdyingproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590472327210142376/posts/default/5846081179012836925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590472327210142376/posts/default/5846081179012836925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingdyingproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-blog-part-of-livingdying-project.html' title=''/><author><name>Dale Borglum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397610731211564347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ng-74N-A3B0/R9YBaQH6iRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7x7s9xeFOjQ/S220/Dale2by2PassportPlay.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
