Sated & Devoured in
The Great Silence.
This is Love...
...Beyond all words & perception.
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Lord! Keep me in Transparency that cannot be described to or noticed by others....
...just as true death of physical on earth cannot be described to one
who does not Know, UnKnow….
or Remember.
Nothing out there
causes a Shift within
The Within
already Is
since before time.
It matters not
where I am
if I AM
where I am.
If we do not Remember
planet-entry-Knowing
we are doomed to carry accumulated
contaminations/densities
to the next world at final flight
(or the next moment this day)
Without Raptures
there are no valleys.
All is the Same.
Creating something from Nothing.
All fits into that paradigm.
Only Life is forever.
All else passes.
Nothing to cling to.
Nothing to avoid.
Only the not passes.
The unspeakably-horrible snake
is only a stick
In God Alone
there is no struggle.
Only Being.
Creator/Creation as One.
Present in the Presence
of the single moment
Erases all else
but Nothing
Finally one does not
remember anything
but
Nothing
Nothing to teach, preach
or share.
However Transmissions
do occur
beyond the Silence.
Love Threshed me to Nothing
Consumed by its Fire
Left as an ash upon the ground
I am now
only the wind
in and of
the Breathless One
Alone
All yearning/ longing of my soul
Sated & Devoured in
the Great Silence.
This is Love
beyond all words & perception
O Joy of this life!
O Breath of this life!
You are me!
I AM You!
Beyond Joy!
Beyond Breath!
O Silent Core of Life
Sustains
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The wind has died.
Where are the sails?
Is the boat an illusion, too?
How can I drown
in what I AM?
The form that was needed
is no longer necessary
Excess decays
without use and purpose.
At long last
no struggle
no pain.
Only the unknown is Known
The Known is unknown
They are the same...birthing Divine Silence.
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“A person blended into God does not disappear.
He or she is just soaked with the qualities.”
Soul of Rumi
“When I remember your love,
I weep,
and when I hear people
talking of you,
something in my chest,
where nothing much happens now,
moves as in sleep.”
A man once asked Rumi:
Why is it you talk so much about silence?
His answer:
“The radiant one inside me has never said a word!”
The Essential Rumi
excerpts from
The Revelations, V. IX
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Youthanasia Acres
Near Dublin, Indiana
December 2002
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January 2003