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This weblog has been created for the purpose of understanding, practicing and studying the life of the renunciate, in all its colors, shapes and flavors...

As an introduction I feel it is important to emphasize and recognize the fact that, when true renunciation (vairagya) takes place, being this an inner realization, it doesn't necessarily expresses itself in what i would call here outward sannyasa.

To use the words of the Buddha:

"Not by adopting the outward form does one truly becomes a bikkhu. He who wholly subdues evil, both great and small, is called a bikkhu".

Now, once this is recognized and understood, we still have to deal with one more thing... Because of prarabdha karma (fruit of karmas done by one in former lives) there are beings that have a natural lean towards a simple life, namely asceticism. When this is so, the external aspects of sannyasa manifest themselves without even one deciding upon it, therefore there is no struggle, no absurd ideas of self righteousness, not even attachment to its own exoterical approach, there is only pure joy!... simplicity... This, I feel, is the healthiest way to follow that beautiful stream.

As you can see this is not a space for debate or conflict of any kind, but for all of those that somehow have witnessed not only the beauty of such path but also its many rewards, and through this recognition they honor, value and appreciate both, the inner and outer aspects of it.

Whatever you feel is useful for you, then take it...whatever you feel is inaccurate or useless for you, then leave it.

Here you will find posts on renunciation, sannyasa, ascetism, the life of the bikkhu, the monk, the hermit, the saddhu, the anchorite, the mendicant, the solitary, the wanderer, the pilgrim, etc.

May our innermost mental knots be untied...

sábado, 14 de septiembre de 2013

Solitud

Sobre tus bases construí un monasterio de corazón y piedra…
Y desde ahí, tus monjes relinchan versos inmaculados.
 
Es cierto lo que decías: “En mi vientre silencioso los sabios se encuentran así mismos”.
 
Ay solitud, con qué gusto los anacoretas acarician tus rostros de luna llena!
 
En una marcha solemne, sobre las sendas del logos, transitan vagabundos embriagados de locura divina, llevando tu estandarte en alto.


Ay solitud, que aun en la cacofonía de las muchedumbres tu dicha es presente… pues en ti no hay “otros”.
 
En tus vientos alados cabalgan querubines con voces de júbilo y noticias sublimes, diciendo: “Vano es intentar hacer el amor…pues el Amor, ya es!”

Ahhh, bálsamo de almas heridas, los terapeutas del desierto te usaban como medicina y sobre tus pergaminos inmemorables, los profetas anunciaban los tiempos…
 
En tus cuevas, ermitaños con cuerpos de poesía leían a Holderlin a la orilla de un fuego inflamado por el crepúsculo de los dioses…
 
En ti, Beethoven es lo que siempre fue, un sordo bendito… 
En ti, la danza es el idioma de los despiertos… 
En ti, oh kaivalya, mi religión no tiene templos…

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