The Untethered Soul is one of the most ubiquitous spiritual books I have seen in some time. And when I see a book everywhere I am just too curious! IThe Untethered Soul is one of the most ubiquitous spiritual books I have seen in some time. And when I see a book everywhere I am just too curious! I have to read it! The author takes the journey inward while tapping into the traditions of meditation and mindfulness (Buddhism, Taoism, etc...) among others, and weaves in his own philosophy and unique insights. He delves into the mysterious workings of our inner lives and our universe to work up to a release of our true Self with a capital S. This Self is the essence of our being, it watches everything, but it is not our mind or our eyes. In fact, it watches the mind and its thoughts. It is similar to what the 19th century Transcendentalist spiritual philosopher Ralph Waldo Emerson called the "the invisible eye," or the "transparent eye ball."
There is so much here for any seeker, but the one concept that shot through for me like a shooting star was that of OPENNESS, keeping yourself open to energy, to others, to life. It may sound trite and cliche, but the way the author words it is anything but. If you don't read the entire book I would read at least these words from the author's chapter, "infinite energy." I found them to be the golden nuggets of the book and truly transformative:
"True spiritual teachings are about this [infinite] energy and how to open to it...There is a very simple method for staying open. You stay open by never closing. It's really that simple. All you have to do is decide whether you are willing to stay open, or whether you think it's worth closing...You can train yourself to open every time you see a person. It's just a question of whether you want to close or whether you want to open. It's ultimately under your control...
You are only limited by your ability to stay open...The more you stay open, the more the energy flow can build. At some point, so much energy comes into you that it starts flowing out of you. You feel it as waves pouring off of you. You can actually feel it flowing off your hands, out your heart, and through other energy centers. All these energy centers open, and a tremendous amount of energy starts flowing out of you. What is more, the energy affects other people. People can pick up on your energy and you're feeding them with this flow. If you are willing to open even more, it never stops. You become a source of light for all those around you.
Just keep opening and not closing. Wait until you see what happens to you. You can even affect the health of your body with your energy flow. When you start to feel the tendency of an illness coming on, you just relax and open. When you open, you bring more energy into the system, and it can heal. Energy can heal, and that's why love can heal. As you explore your inner energy, a whole world of discovery opens up to you.
The most important thing in life is your inner energy. If you're always tired and never enthused, then life is no fun. But if you're always inspired and filled with energy, then every day is an exciting experience. Learn to work with these things. Through meditation, through awareness and willful efforts, you can learn to keep your centers open. You do this by just relaxing and releasing. You do this by not buying into the concept that there is anything worth closing over.
Remember, if you love life, nothing is worth closing over. Nothing, ever, is worth closing your heart over."...more
This much I will share. For poetry, it's hard at times for me to give written and starred reviews b"trust your work"
Poem #10. It was my favorite one.
This much I will share. For poetry, it's hard at times for me to give written and starred reviews because it is so subjective-- it's a soul to soul contact with the author. How can you judge that intimacy?
So far I'm convinced the author Siddhartha Mukherjee is a GENIUS. I can see how this week the Gene is #1 on the NY Times bestsellers's list. His voiceSo far I'm convinced the author Siddhartha Mukherjee is a GENIUS. I can see how this week the Gene is #1 on the NY Times bestsellers's list. His voice is engaging, the story is brilliantly and poignantly written, with a thrilling narrative that has kept me glued to each and every page. He is not only a scientist, but he scribes like a bone fide literary writer-- Amazing! Mukherjee won the Pulitzer for his previous book and is a prominent cancer researcher. The New York Times book reviewer called this book, "A Molecular Pursuit of the Self."
The last book I read about the gene, Richard Dawkins's The Selfish Gene, changed my whole way of looking at a human being! For me there is something spiritual about science! I believe the gene is the bridge between science and spirituality. In fact, reading about science always makes me more spiritual! There is so much we don't know that cannot be explained by science. Isaac Newton, the famous 17th century physicist himself was seriously stumped by many factors in the universe he couldn't explain, calling it "the invisible hand" (of God). I am curious as to the many different ways this author will tackle the history and nature of the human gene....more
This collection of poetry was such a treat for me! I savored each and every page, hoping it wouldn't be the last. Stunning and wholly original-- eachThis collection of poetry was such a treat for me! I savored each and every page, hoping it wouldn't be the last. Stunning and wholly original-- each poem brings a mix of passion and nature in the most unexpected of ways.
I will share my favorite poem in the collection, Tiny Machine.
-- For lovers like us, time moves backwards and forwards, the tiniest machine in your palm you take out on Sundays and spin like gears of a hand watch.
Dappled sunlight on the oak post bed turns into dark threads of rain. Before we can eat brunch, we are adrift in snow outside my first apartment.
Before we can speak the language of knowing each other, the shorthand for gardening and taking out the glorious trash, we are dropped on a railroad bed. Under the blue moon, a locomotive churns through the pine forest. Blinded, we weep like newborns until arms join in the utter, forest dark. --
That is a novel in a page right there, and the work of a true sculptor of words.