THE CALM CORE IS THE TRANSPARENCY FOR ALL
THE GREAT NOTHING IS ALL THAT IS
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4:27 AM-6/4/15
when there is no "you" checking whether the action conforms
to your own idea of what's best for you.
The Net of Jewels
Ramesh S. Balsekar
June 4
whether they accept the fact or not.
And whether they like it or not,
they are being helplessly lived within the vast totality
of an imponderably intricate creation over which they have absolutely no control.
The Net of Jewels
Ramesh S. Balsekar
June 4
–Rumi
see Full Poem in Read More at end
long before the bodies see each other.
Generally speaking, these meetings occur when we reach a limit,
when we need to die and be reborn emotionally.
These meetings are waiting for us,
but more often than not, we avoid them happening.
If we are desperate, though, if we have nothing to lose,
or if we are full of enthusiasm for life,
then the unknown reveals itself,
and our universe changes direction.”
― Paulo Coelho,
Eleven Minutes
when you are at One
with the Great Silence
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Godseed
THE CALM CORE IS THE TRANSPARENCY FOR ALL
PEACE BE STILL
THE GREAT NOTHING IS ALL THAT IS
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6/4/15
I am dust particles in sunlight.
I am the round sun.
To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep moving. I am morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.
I am wind in the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.
Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.
I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought, and voice.
The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark of stone, a flickering in metal.
Both candle and the moth crazy around it.
Rose, and the nightingale lost in the fragrance.
I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence, the lift, and the falling away.
What is, and what isn’t.
You who know, Jelaluddin,
You the one in all, say who I am.
Say I am you.
You embrace some form
saying, “I am this.”
By God, you are not this
or that or the other
you are “Unique One”
“Heart-ravishing”
You are throne and palace and king;
You are bird and snare and fowler.
As water in jar and river are in essence the same,
You are spirit, are the same.
You, every idol prostrates before;
Your every thought-form perishes in your formlessness.
–Rumi
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/06/say-i-am-you.html