Evelyn Glennie

This is both revelatory and inspiring:

Evelyn Glennie: How to truly listen

Via 21awake

Byron Katie

This technique seems to fit very snugly with Kadampa practice, so far I have found it very incisive and deep. I don't agree with many of the ways she presents "the work", but at its core, its simply beautiful:

This is the article that got me started with Buddhism

This is reproduced from the now defunct feedmag.

Ultimately, the kind of mindfulness practice that Nisker teaches can lead folks to personally realize one of the core insights of Buddhism: that the self we think we are, the self we coddle and trumpet and worry about, doesn't essentially exist. On this point, the vast majority of neuroscientists would agree, arguing that the solitary "I" is really a society of mind, or an emergent property, or an illusion fostered by some narrator module lodged in the left hemisphere. Nisker even jokingly suggests that neuroscientists set up little brain-imaging booths that would allow people to personally see the pictures of their own noodles at work. "Then we could believe it. There's nobody home."

Can't quite believe I haven't posted this yet

Not quite a Dharma meaning found, but hey its not like I'm drowning you...

Change your mind, change your brain...

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Impermanence

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Guitar, Television and the Mystical Origins of Music Itself…

Richard Lloyd is the vividly creative guitarist from Television. He now teaches guitar. His site has various lessons which cover the more esoteric understanding of music theory, including the Pythagorean search for unity with the divine through understanding how the whole became a multiplicity. I especially liked the following:

In a land

I once lived in a land where no one was negative;
where no one was angry,
and where no one lied.

The inhabitants loved each other beyond description,
so that they always told each other the truth;
which meant that all people were always in pain.

This suffering they welcomed as the deepest love;
a burning off the dross of their imperfections;
and they strove to constantly feel this burning,
which made them shine in the glistening of their
suffering like diamonds.

And the Endless Father of all
looked down upon them with great kindness,
for this was one of his favorite places.

And then I awoke, or was it that I slept?

And I found myself alone in a darker place,
where everyone was angry, and afraid.

Where every person was afraid of suffering,
and they lied to themselves to avoid the pain.

They lied to each other,
so that they would not be caught in their own lies,
and they never talked about it.

It became impolite to stare --
because everyone was hiding from the fear;
and everyone became alone,
so that none were truly friends,
because none could bear the truth.

Then again I slept, or was it that I awoke?

And I could remember,
like a distant dream that other place,
my home.

www.richardlloyd.com/