Is the SunLight of your Being,
Shining outward in delight and enjoyment,
Of this Wonder of Manifest Existence.
But turned Within, in Loving Quest,
This Light will evaporate,
The clouds of obscuration,
That veil Wonder Beyond Imagining.
Don’t despair or lose hope,
When nothing but gray sky greets you,
The density of embodied selfhood.
Persevere, Dear Heart…
Not in will, but in Love and Longing,
Of your Heart’s True Desire,
For which, long ago, all hope vanished.
Persevere, Dear Heart…
And that Impossible Dream will be revealed,
As the Fullness, Completion, and Bliss,
Of your own Formless Being..
Your own Formless, Unlocatable... Aliveness.
In Loving Surrender,
To the Feeling, not the thought,
Of the Vibration of Being that you are.
Persevere, Dear Heart…
And discover in your own experience,
That Heaven is no myth,
But the experience of your Innate Ecstasy.
Persevere, Dear Heart...
For your Formless Being Shines,
Awaiting only the Light of your Attention,
There... just beyond the clouds.
Persevere, Dear Heart...
Shining the Light of Loving Attention,
Then Vanishing into the Experience of Ecstasy,
That only arises...
With the Vanishing of the experiencer.
Not grasping to hold and sustain,
But in Surrender, letting go of all attainment,
And you will cease being a thing alive…
And become Life Itself.
Chuck Surface
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I am as the fresh breeze of the
mountains.
I have no shelter;
I am as the wandering waters.
I have no sanctuary, like the dark
gods;
Nor am I in the shadow of deep
temples. I have no sacred books;
Nor am I well-seasoned in
tradition.
*
Mounting on the high altars,
Nor in the pomp of ceremonies.
I am neither in the graven image,
Nor in the rich chant of a
melodious voice. I am not bound by theories,
Nor corrupted by beliefs.
*
religions,
Nor in the pious agony of their
priests.
*
philosophies,
Nor held in the power of their
sects. I am neither low nor high,
I am the worshipper and the
worshipped.
I am free.
*
Calling for the open seas,
*
I am Life.
I have no name,
I am as the fresh breeze of the mountains.
–J. Krishnamurti
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/05/i-have-no-name.html
Is the SunLight of your Being,
Shining outward in delight and enjoyment,
Of this Wonder of Manifest Existence.
But turned Within, in Loving Quest,
This Light will evaporate,
The clouds of obscuration,
That veil Wonder Beyond Imagining.
Persevere, Dear Heart…
Don’t despair or lose hope,
When nothing but gray sky greets you,
The density of embodied selfhood.
Persevere, Dear Heart…
Not in will, but in Love and Longing,
Of your Heart’s True Desire,
For which, long ago, all hope vanished.
Persevere, Dear Heart…
And that Impossible Dream will be revealed,
As the Fullness, Completion, and Bliss,
Of your own Formless Being...
Your own Formless, Unlocatable... Aliveness.
Persevere, Dear Heart…
In Loving Surrender,
To the Feeling, not the thought,
Of the Vibration of Being that you are.
Persevere, Dear Heart…
And discover in your own experience,
That Heaven is no myth,
But the experience of your Innate Ecstasy.
Persevere, Dear Heart...
For your Formless Being Shines,
Awaiting only the Light of your Attention,
There... just beyond the clouds.
Persevere, Dear Heart...
Shining the Light of Loving Attention,
Then Vanishing into the Experience of Ecstasy,
That only arises...
With the Vanishing of the experiencer.
Persevere, Dear Heart...
Not grasping to hold and sustain,
But in Surrender, letting go of all attainment,
And you will cease being a thing alive…
And become Life Itself.
www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
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Posted May 15, 2015
I am as the fresh breeze of the
mountains.
I have no shelter;
I am as the wandering waters.
I have no sanctuary, like the dark
gods;
Nor am I in the shadow of deep
temples. I have no sacred books;
Nor am I well-seasoned in
tradition.
*
I am not in the incense
Mounting on the high altars,
Nor in the pomp of ceremonies.
I am neither in the graven image,
Nor in the rich chant of a
melodious voice. I am not bound by theories,
Nor corrupted by beliefs.
*
I am not held in the bondage of
religions,
Nor in the pious agony of their
priests.
*
I am not entrapped by
philosophies,
Nor held in the power of their
sects. I am neither low nor high,
I am the worshipper and the
worshipped.
I am free.
*
My song is the song of the river
Calling for the open seas,
*
Wandering, wandering,
I am Life.
I have no name,
I am as the fresh breeze of the mountains.
–J. Krishnamurti
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/05/i-have-no-name.html
HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL
The Dark of the Moon phase is here. This is when what is left of the Moon is consumed by the solar globe. A wafer thin left-sided Crescent will plunge into the Sun and disappear. No Moon will illuminate the night. This is an ideal time to look inward and gain insights and inspiration for the coming weeks of the next 29.5-day Lunar Month.
The Moon is dead. Long live the Moon. When the New Moon in Taurus kicks in the energy of life will spring forth with renewed vigour. Catch it. Breathe it in. The waxing Moon or breathing-in period begins at this point. Somewhere, there is a spark of hope in your life. Find it. Gently blow on it until it glows like a candle. This is the starting point of a new beginning. Hope springs eternal.
The New Moon takes place on:
Mon 4:13am (GMT); 5:13am (London); 12:13am ET (Toronto); 2:13pm (Melbourne/Sydney); Sunday night: 9:13pm PT (San Francisco);
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