An Infusion of God
Mending/Healing the Universe
With the Effortless Ease of Pure Grace.
A Thought of You Heals the raging, battered sores close to my soul.
Monday, April 29, 2013
How many ages I wandered,
How many lifetimes,
In search of the Beloved.
Following the Fragrance,
I wandered for Eternities,
Until I could wander no more.
And there… exhausted,
Collapsed in despair, falling,
Into the Cave of my Heart.
Where, beyond all hope,
My tear-stained face was lifted,
We can Hear the Quiet Answer
When we become as Quiet
The Answer Itself.
We ARE The Quiet Answer
When we Become
The Answer ItSelf.
"The more you know the more you feel how ignorant you are.
And those who are really wise, they become ignorant.
They become as simple as children or as simple as idiots."
"...the virgin forever as virgin, forever pregnant,
forever open to possibilities."
The Pregnant Virgin
"This is the rapture of real Being!
Innocence is the inner sense of the little child, one with the Spirit of God."
The Wonder of a Child
What is it to be a child?
It is to look out at the world and see it as a series of great, dancing, phantasmagorical, kaleidoscopic magical vistas, all of which exist prior to the adulterated, compartmentalization and stultification of the singular, bewildering show.
Jack Haas -
The Way of Wonder
To wonder is to live in the world of novelty rather than law, of delight rather than obligation, and of the present rather than the future."
Sam Keen -
Apology for Wonder
all quotes above in
The Way of Wonder - Jack Haas
BEING WITHOUT NOW
NO LONGER A NOW TO PERCEIVE
NO NEED TO UNDERSTAND SELF OR OTHERS
THE GREAT NOTHING IS ALL
AS NOTHING ELSE EXISTS
EXCEPT AS A DREAM OF PERCEPTION
ONLY AKASHA ETHERS PREVAIL
PURE ALCHEMICAL GOLD
THE TOUCHSTONE IS NOT ONLY WITHIN
THE TOUCHSTONE IS THE GREAT NOTHING ALL
THE TOUCHSTONE IS EVERY SOUL
THE TOUCHSTONE IS THE ALCHEMICAL GOLD
IS THE SOUL OF EVERY SOUL
April 19, 2013
A Neverborn's Death & Dying....
....Just a Shift of Loose Garments
"And each time, in time,
As I wandered forth,
Beneath the crushing Vastness,
Of the Infinite Heavens…
I forgot where “I” ended, and Heaven began
And each time, in time,
As I wandered forth,
Having become indecipherable,
From the Earth upon which I sat…
I forgot where “I” ended, and Earth began.
Drop that stick.
Abandon all shelter.
And Die of Exposure…
To Love. "
Excerpt from Chuck Surface
The Neverborn’s Silence beyond silence.
THIS IS THE RAREFIED SILENCE
Silent's Songs, v. III
“alone with the Alone” on a tiny Caribbean Island….
Saturating, Infusing with a Raw and Primal Mother Nature….
Longtime retired from other lifetimes within the lifetime….
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