#7 LANGUAGE OF THE NEVERBORN
Original Writing June 2003-October 2004
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
excerpts below from
GODSEED: The Alchemy of Primordial Memory
Dorothea M. Mills/elizabeth walker
Series Begins with OceanSpeak this date: 11/27/18
This is Final NEVERBORN LANGUAGE
OceanSpeak in this series.
Original Writing June 2003-October 2004
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
excerpts below from
GODSEED: The Alchemy of Primordial Memory
Dorothea M. Mills/elizabeth walker
Series Begins with OceanSpeak this date: 11/27/18
This is Final NEVERBORN LANGUAGE
OceanSpeak in this series.
AH!!!
THE SILENCE THAT SOURCES AND TRANSCENDS ALL
ERASING THE TENACIOUS MIND-MIRAGE THAT DEMANDS
TO LIVE IN PAST OR FUTURE EVENTS
TRULY SO SIMPLE
<
THE SOUL’S BREATH
RETURNS TRUTH OF BEING
=
A CONSCIOUSNESS
A CENTERPOINT OF SOURCE
BEYOND WORDS & THOUGHTS
∞
A CONDITION OF EFFORTLESS EASE
AS BEING & DOING MERGE
∞
PERFECTLY SYNCHRONIZED WITH
THE SILENT CORE OF ALL
ERASING ALL VAMPIRIC
“OUGHTS & SHOULDS”
ACCUMULATED
SINCE BEFORE TIME
ew
2:58 AM-12/3/18
THE SILENCE THAT SOURCES AND TRANSCENDS ALL
ERASING THE TENACIOUS MIND-MIRAGE THAT DEMANDS
TO LIVE IN PAST OR FUTURE EVENTS
TRULY SO SIMPLE
<
THE SOUL’S BREATH
RETURNS TRUTH OF BEING
=
A CONSCIOUSNESS
A CENTERPOINT OF SOURCE
BEYOND WORDS & THOUGHTS
∞
A CONDITION OF EFFORTLESS EASE
AS BEING & DOING MERGE
∞
PERFECTLY SYNCHRONIZED WITH
THE SILENT CORE OF ALL
ERASING ALL VAMPIRIC
“OUGHTS & SHOULDS”
ACCUMULATED
SINCE BEFORE TIME
ew
2:58 AM-12/3/18
When your chest is free of your limiting ego,
Then you will see the ageless Beloved.
You can not see yourself without a mirror;
Look at the Beloved, He is the brightest mirror.
Rumi
Then you will see the ageless Beloved.
You can not see yourself without a mirror;
Look at the Beloved, He is the brightest mirror.
Rumi
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LANGUAGE OF THE NEVERBORN
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Original Writing June 2003-October 2004
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
LANGUAGE OF THE NEVERBORN
ew
Original Writing June 2003-October 2004
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
Accepting Destiny
without a murmur
Insures gentle Inhalations
into You,
O Blessed One
without a murmur
Insures gentle Inhalations
into You,
O Blessed One
Note: Cross in photo above this one has changed into a "V" shape. CONFIRMING Symbolism for this life...& many Ones i Know....
O Great Silence
taking me beyond all word feedings
within or without
You are the Lifeline
for this battered Heart.
taking me beyond all word feedings
within or without
You are the Lifeline
for this battered Heart.
it does not matter
because matter does
until it does not
because matter does
until it does not
O One that Exhaled me into form
Inhales me gently Home!
Inhales me gently Home!
as you are Perfect Love
let nothing disturb
the only Reality you Know and Are
let nothing disturb
the only Reality you Know and Are
only with more total surrender
will Truth be able to live you
will Truth be able to live you
Savour the Sacred
without words or explanations
&
only Radiance of the Light can Exude
without words or explanations
&
only Radiance of the Light can Exude
if there are no veils or separation
there is Nothing for
the world to attack
there is Nothing for
the world to attack
Hold with me Dear Heart
where the crucifying world
cannot See
what we are as One
where the crucifying world
cannot See
what we are as One
Come with me
to a Realm
where only the impossible is possible
&
probable
to a Realm
where only the impossible is possible
&
probable
Rest now
in Peace and Vision
that is Given…
&
All is taking place Effortlessly
∞
in Peace and Vision
that is Given…
&
All is taking place Effortlessly
∞
AFTERNOON
Your love lifts my soul from the body to the sky
And you lift me up out of the two worlds.
I want your sun to reach my raindrops,
So your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.
Rumi
And you lift me up out of the two worlds.
I want your sun to reach my raindrops,
So your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.
Rumi
Even the smallest thing
has its own special glow --
why speak of enlightenment
when everything shines?
Light flowing into light,
into more and more light still,
each one of our senses is a portal --
open, open at will!
has its own special glow --
why speak of enlightenment
when everything shines?
Light flowing into light,
into more and more light still,
each one of our senses is a portal --
open, open at will!
Every day is a festival
of ten thousand changing things,
at night we float by thought
through translucent scenes.
of ten thousand changing things,
at night we float by thought
through translucent scenes.
I can be a small boat
cast far adrift on a shoreless sea,
or mount a white steed of clouds
and gallop the skies
of eternity --
cast far adrift on a shoreless sea,
or mount a white steed of clouds
and gallop the skies
of eternity --
my play is my work,
my work my play,
the secret, my Friends,
is a heart that roams free.
my work my play,
the secret, my Friends,
is a heart that roams free.
Stay wild like the breeze
that lingers nowhere,
that caresses the world
and then disappears!
Bob O'Hearn
https://feelingtoinfinity.wordpress.com/2018/01/19/free-flowing/
https://feelingtoinfinity.wordpress.com/about/
January 19, 2018
Free Flowing
that lingers nowhere,
that caresses the world
and then disappears!
Bob O'Hearn
https://feelingtoinfinity.wordpress.com/2018/01/19/free-flowing/
https://feelingtoinfinity.wordpress.com/about/
January 19, 2018
Free Flowing
In the street and in society I am almost
invariably cheap and dissipated,
my life is unspeakably mean.
No amount of gold or respectability
would in the least redeem it-
dining with the Governor
or a member of Congress!!
invariably cheap and dissipated,
my life is unspeakably mean.
No amount of gold or respectability
would in the least redeem it-
dining with the Governor
or a member of Congress!!
But alone in distant woods or fields,
in unpretending sprout lands or pastures tracked by rabbits,
even on a black and, to most, cheerless day, like this,
when a villager would be thinking of his inn,
I come to myself,
I once more feel myself grandly related,
and that the cold and solitude are friends of mine.
in unpretending sprout lands or pastures tracked by rabbits,
even on a black and, to most, cheerless day, like this,
when a villager would be thinking of his inn,
I come to myself,
I once more feel myself grandly related,
and that the cold and solitude are friends of mine.
I suppose that this value,
in my case,
is equivalent to what others get by churchgoing and prayer.
in my case,
is equivalent to what others get by churchgoing and prayer.
I come to my solitary woodland walk
as the homesick go home.
as the homesick go home.
It is as if I always met in those places some grand,
serene, immortal, infinitely encouraging,
though invisible, companion,
and walked with him.
~Thoreau
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2018/12/03/28611/
serene, immortal, infinitely encouraging,
though invisible, companion,
and walked with him.
~Thoreau
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2018/12/03/28611/
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Accepting Destiny
without a murmur
Insures gentle Inhalations
into You,
O Blessed One
O Great Silence
taking me beyond all word feedings
within or without
You are the Lifeline
for this battered Heart.
it does not matter
because matter does
until it does not
O One that Exhaled me into form
Inhales me gently Home!
as you are Perfect Love
let nothing disturb
the only Reality you Know and Are
only with more total surrender
will Truth be able to live you
Savour the Sacred
without words or explanations
&
only Radiance of the Light can Exude
if there are no veils or separation
there is Nothing for
the world to attack
Hold with me Dear Heart
where the crucifying world
cannot See
what we are as One
Come with me
to a Realm
where only the impossible is possible
&
probable
Rest now
in Peace and Vision
that is Given…
&
All is taking place Effortlessly
#7 LANGUAGE OF THE NEVERBORN
Original Writing June 2003-October 2004
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
excerpts below from
GODSEED: The Alchemy of Primordial Memory
Dorothea M. Mills/elizabeth walker
Series Begins with OceanSpeak this date: 11/27/18
This is Final OceanSpeak in this series.
without a murmur
Insures gentle Inhalations
into You,
O Blessed One
O Great Silence
taking me beyond all word feedings
within or without
You are the Lifeline
for this battered Heart.
it does not matter
because matter does
until it does not
O One that Exhaled me into form
Inhales me gently Home!
as you are Perfect Love
let nothing disturb
the only Reality you Know and Are
only with more total surrender
will Truth be able to live you
Savour the Sacred
without words or explanations
&
only Radiance of the Light can Exude
if there are no veils or separation
there is Nothing for
the world to attack
Hold with me Dear Heart
where the crucifying world
cannot See
what we are as One
Come with me
to a Realm
where only the impossible is possible
&
probable
Rest now
in Peace and Vision
that is Given…
&
All is taking place Effortlessly
#7 LANGUAGE OF THE NEVERBORN
Original Writing June 2003-October 2004
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
excerpts below from
GODSEED: The Alchemy of Primordial Memory
Dorothea M. Mills/elizabeth walker
Series Begins with OceanSpeak this date: 11/27/18
This is Final OceanSpeak in this series.
Even the smallest thing
has its own special glow --
why speak of enlightenment
when everything shines?
Light flowing into light,
into more and more light still,
each one of our senses is a portal --
open,open at will!
Every day is a festival
of ten thousand changing things,
at night we float by thought
through translucent scenes.
I can be a small boat
cast far adrift on a shoreless sea,
or mount a white steed of clouds
and gallop the skies
of eternity --
my play is my work, my work my play,
the secret, my Friends,
is a heart that roams free.
Stay wild like the breeze
that lingers nowhere,
that caresses the world
and then disappears!
Bob O'Hearn
https://feelingtoinfinity.wordpress.com/2018/01/19/free-flowing/
https://feelingtoinfinity.wordpress.com/about/
January 19, 2018
Free Flowing
has its own special glow --
why speak of enlightenment
when everything shines?
Light flowing into light,
into more and more light still,
each one of our senses is a portal --
open,open at will!
Every day is a festival
of ten thousand changing things,
at night we float by thought
through translucent scenes.
I can be a small boat
cast far adrift on a shoreless sea,
or mount a white steed of clouds
and gallop the skies
of eternity --
my play is my work, my work my play,
the secret, my Friends,
is a heart that roams free.
Stay wild like the breeze
that lingers nowhere,
that caresses the world
and then disappears!
Bob O'Hearn
https://feelingtoinfinity.wordpress.com/2018/01/19/free-flowing/
https://feelingtoinfinity.wordpress.com/about/
January 19, 2018
Free Flowing
In the street and in society I am almost
invariably cheap and dissipated,
my life is unspeakably mean.
No amount of gold or respectability
would in the least redeem it-
dining with the Governor
or a member of Congress!!
But alone in distant woods or fields,
in unpretending sprout lands or pastures tracked by rabbits,
even on a black and, to most, cheerless day, like this,
when a villager would be thinking of his inn,
I come to myself,
I once more feel myself grandly related,
and that the cold and solitude are friends of mine.
I suppose that this value,
in my case,
is equivalent to what others get by churchgoing and prayer.
I come to my solitary woodland walk
as the homesick go home.
It is as if I always met in those places some grand,
serene, immortal, infinitely encouraging,
though invisible, companion,
and walked with him.
~Thoreau
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2018/12/03/28611/
invariably cheap and dissipated,
my life is unspeakably mean.
No amount of gold or respectability
would in the least redeem it-
dining with the Governor
or a member of Congress!!
But alone in distant woods or fields,
in unpretending sprout lands or pastures tracked by rabbits,
even on a black and, to most, cheerless day, like this,
when a villager would be thinking of his inn,
I come to myself,
I once more feel myself grandly related,
and that the cold and solitude are friends of mine.
I suppose that this value,
in my case,
is equivalent to what others get by churchgoing and prayer.
I come to my solitary woodland walk
as the homesick go home.
It is as if I always met in those places some grand,
serene, immortal, infinitely encouraging,
though invisible, companion,
and walked with him.
~Thoreau
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2018/12/03/28611/
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