 If you pass beyond form, O friends, it is Paradise and rose-gardens within rose-gardens. When thou hast broken and destroyed thine own form, thou hast learned to break the form of everything. Rumi
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 The notion that a man has a body distinct from his soul is to be expunged; this I shall do by… melting apparent surfaces away, and displaying the infinite which was hid. Blake  As rivers lose name and shape in the sea, wise men lose name and shape in God, glittering beyond all distance. Mundaka Upanishad  You are like a mirage in the desert, which the thirsty man thinks is water; but when he comes up to it he finds it is nothing. And where he thought it was, there he finds God. Similarly, if you were to examine yourself, you would find it to be nothing, and instead you would find God. That is to say, you would find God instead of yourself, and there would be nothing left of you but a name without a form. Al-Alawi  Only have no mind of any kind, and this is known as undefiled knowledge. Huang-po all quotes from http://www.headless.org/experiments/closed-eyes.htm  Alone in This Fullness Chuck Surface “I have found,” I said, “That only those with an ember, Already alight within, will light up, To their own astonishment… and yours.”  “I feel alone in This,” my friend said, “For there are neither words to express, Nor ears to ‘hear’ of this Beauty, This Fullness, Completion, and Bliss.”  “Even those closest to me, knowing me best, Are hearing only words, and imagining concepts. But no spark of recognition from their Hearts, No welling up of This Ancient Flame.”  “I have found,” I said, “That only those with an ember, Already alight within, will light up, To their own astonishment… and yours.”  You cannot choose who will turn to you, Often the last friend you would expect, Often the least ‘spiritual’, And ask, in Wonder, “What is this?!”  Why some Illumine, and others don't, Is a mystery beyond reckoning. As is the Bliss of our Own Aliveness. We're all Idiots in this Play.   And therein lays our Wisdom. 
“I feel alone in This,” my friend said, “For there are neither words to express, Nor ears to ‘hear’ of this Beauty, This Fullness, Completion, and Bliss.” “Even those closest to me, knowing me best, Are hearing only words, and imagining concepts. But no spark of recognition from their Hearts, No welling up of This Ancient Flame.” “I have found,” I said, “That only those with an ember, Already alight within, will light up, To their own astonishment… and yours.” You cannot choose who will turn to you, Often the last friend you would expect, Often the least ‘spiritual’, And ask, in Wonder, “What is this?!” Why some Illumine, and others don't, Is a mystery beyond reckoning. As is the Bliss of our Own Aliveness. We're all Idiots in this Play. And therein lays our Wisdom. www.chucksurface.com  These words will not touch your Heart,
Unless you are already pregnant. How will you know? The baby will kick. PS from Chuck  What Child Is This? What child is this Who plays and rests on Mother Nature's breast? Whom angels greet with Silence sweet While Lovers' watch are keeping. ew/dmm paraphrase    The very Real Experience was "me" wondering WHERE these "child footprints" could be from, as noone else was on the sunrise beach....and high tide had erased all of yesterday's footprints. It took some moments to realize they were my own footprints. They literally appeared to my heart's perceptions as small, child footprints. dmm "What Child Is This?" What child is this Who lay to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping. for full lyrics of Josh Groban version http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/joshgroban/whatchildisthis.html    There is no separation between Creator and Creation ew  All that Is and Is not < Be As That ew 2/28/14  **** Your search for outer security is keeping you from realizing you are God's Perfect Co-Creator. **** http://www.pointsofpower.com.au/cards.asp Divination at Noon AFTER this post created.  The Hush of Not "It" couldn't even be named depletion...it's not a turbulent hell or chaos.... just a VERY deadly quiet... no nothing, only Nothing the "hush of waiting" not depression not dark night of the soul, not life not death just Simply not. One "Sees" and "Knows<Unknowing" too much nothing "human" seems to make a difference and yet because of the quiet one has to wonder if the soul has been totally possessed and then one wonders if it's a possession by God or Satan this is brand new cannot say that this is unhappiness or disturbance just quiet and waiting ....nothing.... Beyond The Silence watching others go thru their lives that appear to become more and more desperate and unhappy as their material illusions crumple around them the only realities they've known their souls seem to silently wail and cry to mine Because they cannot hear their own souls they are unable to perceive the Silent, Invisible decibels that Respond from this soul There is no clue that "Something" is taking place at the necessary depth... but even that perception cannot, and must not, be trusted. There is no sense of anything personal or so-called human Only intense Compassion and Love but am helpless to make a difference on any level they Recognize. ew Excerpt/Epilogue from Evil's Tender Kiss 1991 |
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