Blog Archives - Dorothea Mills

"Beyond Awareness of Awareness" "Beyond Consciousness" Sunrise/Afternoon April 30, 2015

4/30/2015

MELTED BEYOND BELIEF AND AWARENESS OF AWARENESS
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INTO THE ISNESS OF THE ONE ETERNAL MOMENT
<
ALL IS ALWAYS NOW THAT THE SOUL REQUIRES
ew/we
4:49 AM
4/30/15

Go beyond consciousness.
You cannot fight pain and pleasure on the level of consciousness.
To go beyond them you must go beyond consciousness,
which is possible only when you look at consciousness
as something that happens to you and not in you,
as something external, alien, superimposed.
Then, suddenly you are free of consciousness,
really alone,
with nothing to intrude.

And that is your true state.
–Nisargadatta Maharaj
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/04/beyond-consciousness.html

(yet another Synchronicity
read this morning 5:01 AM
well after the above initial 4:49 AM Whisper/Wording via ew/we)

The ultimate nature of the experience of life is that toil and pleasure,
sorrow and joy, are inseparably mixed in it.
The very will to life that brought one to light, however,
was a will to come even through pain into this world;
else one never would have got here.
And that is the notion underlying the oriental idea of reincarnation.
Since you came to birth in this world at this time, in this place,
and with this particular destiny,
it was this indeed that you wanted and required for your own ultimate illumination.

That was a great big wonderful thing that you thereupon brought to pass;
not the "you", of course, that you now suppose yourself to be,
but
the "you" that was already there before you were born
and which even now is keeping your heart beating and your lungs breathing and doing for you all those complicated things inside that are your life.

You are not now to lose your nerve!
Go on through with it and play your own game all the way!

–Joseph Campbell
Myths to Live By
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/04/not-to-worry_29.html

See Read More for Additional Sunrise Photos

See Read More for additional Sunrise Photos

The "Older Than God" Listener Sunrise/Afternoon April 29, 2015

4/29/2015

THE LISTENER….

RETURN TO ORIGINAL CONDITION OF
“OLDER THAN GOD” LISTENING
NO PERSONAL VOLITION OF BEING
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ALLOWS ONLY GODSEED RESPONSES**
IN/OF/AS/FOR ALL.
ew/we
4:52 AM
4/29/2015
**(mostly Silent Ones)

also see:
http://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-and-more/danced-by-older-than-god-sunriseafternoon-april-28-2015

“The moment a little boy is concerned
with which is a jay and which is a sparrow,
he can no longer see the birds or hear them sing.”
― Eric Berne
http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/tag/birds

“…I keep looking for one more teacher,
only to find that fish learn from the water and birds learn from the sky.”
(p.275)”
― Mark Nepo, Facing the Lion, Being the Lion: Finding Inner Courage Where It Lives

“We ate the birds.
We ate them.
We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our mouths,
and so we ate them.
We wanted their feathers to bud from our flesh.
We wanted their wings, we wanted to fly as they did,
soar freely among the treetops and the clouds,
and so we ate them.
We speared them, we clubbed them, we tangled their feet in glue,
we netted them, we spitted them,
we threw them onto hot coals,
and all for love,
because we loved them.

We wanted to be one with them.

We wanted to hatch out of clean, smooth, beautiful eggs, as they did,
back when we were young and agile and innocent of cause and effect,
we did not want the mess of being born,
and so we crammed the birds into our gullets, feathers and all,
but it was no use,
we couldn’t sing, not effortlessly as they do,
we can’t fly, not without smoke and metal,
and as for the eggs we don’t stand a chance.

We’re mired in gravity, we’re earthbound.
We’re ankle-deep in blood,
and all because we ate the birds,
we ate them a long time ago,
when we still had the power to say no.”
― Margaret Atwood

See Read More at end for a few Favorite Bird Photos Harbour Island

God loved the birds and invented trees.
Man loved the birds and invented cages.
Jacques Deval

http://www.allgreatquotes.com/bird_quotes.shtml

See Read More for Favorite Bird Photos from H.I.

Danced by "Older than God" Sunrise/Afternoon April 28, 2015

4/28/2015

All is Danced by “older than God”
Simply Is

(there is no such thing as a mistake….
when beyond perception and the Telling)

LEAVE ALL TO OTHERS
AS THERE IS NO OTHER
ew
517 AM
4/28/15

4
The Tao is like a well:
used but never used up.
It is like the eternal void:
filled with infinite possibilities.

It is hidden but always present.
I don't know who gave birth to it.
It is older than God.

Lao Tzu
Tao Te Ching
Trans. by Stephen Mitchell
http://acc6.its.brooklyn.cuny.edu/~phalsall/texts/taote-v3.html#4

"Befriend Chaos......." "Finding Gold in the Dung Heap" Sunrise/Afternoon April 27, 2015

4/27/2015

BEFRIEND CHAOS THAT DESTROYS THE OLD
CELEBRATION IS IN ORDER TO HONOUR THIS PROCESS

DESPAIR CAN ONLY CREATE MORE CHAOS/CONFUSION

BEHOLD THE NOW RAREFYING/RAREFIRING AIR…
…..AS DUST SHAKING FROM FEET SETTLES
AND
THE DEAD BURY THE DEAD.
ew
5:47 AM
4/27/15

Dear ones,
Beware of the tiny gods frightened men
Create
To bring an anesthetic relief
To their sad Days.
–Hafiz
Ladinsky tranlation
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/04/beware-of-tiny-gods.html

Platek: The alchemists had a saying about “finding gold in the dung heap” —
literally in the shit.
In many ways you are mining the dung heaps of our lives for spiritual and psychological gold.

Greenspan: Yes. “Shit happens,” as they say, and it will continue to happen!
I think the hardest thing is to feel that the shit is purposeless.
This is at the heart of the emotion we call “despair.”
Despair is an existential emotion.
It occurs when our meaning system gets shattered
and we have to construct a new one.
But our culture does not value this process.
We don’t see any value in the shit.

We want to flush it away.
It takes courage to allow our faith and meaning to be dismantled.

Despair can be a powerful path to the sacred
and to a kind of illumination
that doesn’t come when we bypass the darkness.
As the poet Theodore Roethke put it,
“The darkness has its own light.

https://thistooshallpass.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/the-sun-magazine-through-a-glass-darkly.pdf

http://www.thesunmagazine.org/issues/385/through_a_glass_darkly?

For a day, just for one day,
Talk about that which disturbs no one And bring some peace into your
Beautiful eyes.
—Hafiz
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/04/dear-one.html

Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me.
Be silent.

—Rumi
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/04/be-silent.html

"....Before ever words were uttered...." Sunrise/Afternoon April 26, 2015

4/26/2015

In the immediacy of Mystical Experience,
There is no interpreting,
Or seeking to understand...

No utterance of words at all.

Only after the fact do some,
Driven by the mind's compulsion,
Apply name and form to the nameless and formless.

They may do so with loving intent,
Allowing the mind to celebrate and revel,
In the only way it knows.

But in time, as others take their words,
And seek to emulate their Subjective Experience,
All manner of divergence and debate arises...

And the Fragrance of The Beloved is lost,
The Light of Heaven dimmed,
And Love diminished.

They become soldiers of "belief",
Having never known, themselves,
The Immediacy of Mystical Experience.

What to do?
For this seems simply in the nature of things,
Arising again and again, in every age.

Experience,
Interpretation,
Dogma.

I will leave off interpretation and dogma,
And rest in this Exquisite Experience of Being,
Emanating its Qualities and Attributes...

In a language spoken,
Before ever words were uttered,
And Heaven and Earth were torn asunder.
Chuck Surface

www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved
April 25.2015 post

In the immediacy of Mystical Experience,
There is no interpreting,
Or seeking to understand...

No utterance of words at all.

Only after the fact do some,
Driven by the mind's compulsion,
Apply name and form to the nameless and formless.

They may do so with loving intent,
Allowing the mind to celebrate and revel,
In the only way it knows.

But in time, as others take their words,
And seek to emulate their Subjective Experience,
All manner of divergence and debate arises...

And the Fragrance of The Beloved is lost,
The Light of Heaven dimmed,
And Love diminished.

They become soldiers of "belief",
Having never known, themselves,
The Immediacy of Mystical Experience.

What to do?
For this seems simply in the nature of things,
Arising again and again, in every age.

Experience,
Interpretation,
Dogma.

I will leave off interpretation and dogma,
And rest in this Exquisite Experience of Being,
Emanating its Qualities and Attributes...

In a language spoken,
Before ever words were uttered,
And Heaven and Earth were torn asunder.
Chuck Surface

www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved
April 25.2015 post

Alchemical Transmutation Sunrise/Afternoon April 25, 2015

4/25/2015

REMEMBER ONLY SOUL’S PURPOSE
THE ANTIDOTE TO ALL HORRORS
WHICH CAN NO LONGER BE HORRORS
ONLY FUEL FOR EVERSHINING
THE TRANSMUTATION
ew
3:49 AM
4/25/15

“Nobody can fall so low unless he has a great depth.
If such a thing can happen to a man,
it challenges his best and highest on the other side;
that is to say, this depth corresponds to a potential height,
and the blackest darkness to a hidden light.”
― Carl Jung

The secret is that only that which can destroy itself is truly alive.
~Carl Jung -Psychology and Alchemy
www.gnosis.org

in all chaos there is a cosmos
in all disorder, a secret order
CG Jung

“Nobody can fall so low unless he has a great depth.
If such a thing can happen to a man, it challenges his best and highest on the other side; that is to say, this depth corresponds to a potential height,
and the blackest darkness to a hidden light.”
― Carl Jung

"Until you make the unconscious conscious
it will direct your life and you will call it fate."
- Carl Jung

The seductive lure of romantic love, which so dominates western culture, hooks us due to the profound confusion of a projection with what it is aiming toward. We fall in love with Love, and lose the growth which soul demands
. - Dr. James Hollis, Jungian Analyst

“The paradox of individuation is that we best serve intimate relationship by becoming sufficiently developed in ourselves that we do not need to feed off others.”
― James Hollis, The Middle Passage: From Misery to Meaning in Midlife

“One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious. . . .
This procedure, however, is disagreeable and therefore not very popular.”
CG Jung
http://thesunmagazine.org/issues/385/through_a_glass_darkly?print=all

Remember............................ Sunrise/Afternoon April 24, 2015

4/24/2015

Remember, each moment, what you are accumulating ----

--is it going to be taken away by death?

Then it is not worth bothering about.

If it is not going to be taken away by death,
then even life can be sacrificed for it -
because one day or another life is going to disappear.

Before life disappears, use the opportunity to find that which never dies.
OSHO

Remember, each moment, what you are accumulating - is it going to be taken away by death?
Then it is not worth bothering about.
If it is not going to be taken away by death, then even life can be sacrificed for it - because one day or another life is going to disappear.
Before life disappears, use the opportunity to find that which never dies.
OSHO
Transformation Tarot
#30

"IT" "When the day came...." ..."many brain files were trashed-" Sunrise/Afternoon April 23, 2015

4/24/2015

When the Day came –
the Day I had lived and died for –
the Day that is not in any calendar –
clouds heavy with love
showered me with wild abundance.
Inside me, my soul was drenched.
Around me, even the desert grew green.
~ Kabir
http://echoesfromemptiness.com/about/the-free-fall/

“Behold your dreamless being, awake my child, awake!”
I read those words almost thirty years ago in the book called Autobiography of a Yogi
. http://theawakeneddreamer.com/2011/11/17/hello-world/

The how and the why of it remain a mystery.
But many brain files were trashed –
...she is only aware of this when habit reaches for them and finds them gone;
a giddy moment flashes, vanishes.
http://echoesfromemptiness.com/about/the-free-fall/

IT is not understood
until IT is forgotten
http://echoesfromemptiness.com/2015/04/23/it/

IT Simply Is
http://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-and-more/it-simply-is-sunriseafternoon-april-21-2015

The Silent, Stronger Pull................................ Sunrise/Afternoon April 22, 2015

4/22/2015

Let yourself be silently drawn
by the stronger pull of what you really love

Gone, inner and outer,
no moon, no ground or sky.

Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,
no light and no land anywhere,
cloudcover thick. I try to stay
just above the surface, yet I’m already under
and living within the ocean.

When the ocean surges,
don’t let me just hear it.
Let it splash inside my chest!

below: Dancing Footprints.
.....dropped the beach treasures and tried to get a closer photo of Queen Bird (above) who surprised with a visit at the last of sunrise stroll.......she announced herself by hovering about 10 feet over my head

Dance, when you’re broken open.
Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you’re perfectly free.

all quotes above by Rumi from this page:
http://www.panix.com/~kerim/poems.html

"IT SIMPLY IS" Sunrise April 21, 2015

4/21/2015

IT SIMPLY IS

IT IS ENERGY OR LIFE THAT IS GREATER

THAN HUMAN MIND CAN FATHOM

IT IS BEYOND WORDS AND THOUGHTS

IT IS BEFORE, DURING AND AFTER Y/OUR LIFE IN FORM

IT SIMPLY IS

ew-4/24/14
5 A.M.

Phtograph from Internet Image via a google search

The internet photo above is EXACTLY what we saw in the shallow tide just prior to sun coming over the horizon. I thought at first it was debris rolling in. The fins disappeared before we could get camera out...friends who know, say these definitely look/act like shark fins...this was midway between dunes path and south end of beach.

"Sadly, I am not much use." Sunrise/Afternoon April 20, 2015

4/20/2015

What is there to be done?
If I grasp after Her, She flees.

If I do thus, and refrain from thus,
Her Love, Conditionless, is offended.

If I make a Goddess of Her,
She cries at the loss of our Intimacy.

If I move in concept of Her,
She wonders why I am eating dust.

I am Her brother, and She my sister.
If I do not tease Her, She feels unloved.

I am Her son, and She my mother.
To offer recompense for Her Love,
Would break Her Heart.

I am Her Lover, and She my Beloved.
She fills my Heart with a Rapture,
Born of Heaven’s Ecstasy.

Where would I go to find Her,
When She Shines… Here?

What would I do to win her Love,
Which is without cause?

I cried one day,
With the Whole of my Being...

And She Came…

Both of us Vanishing in Heaven.
Which, thereafter, Shone in this Heart.

What to do?

Ache with your Whole Being,
Cry from the Depths of your Heart.

Among the infinite paths,
Mine was of Love and Surrender.

This is the only Way I know,
And all that I can speak of.

Sadly, I am not much use.

Chuck Surface

www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved
- April 18, 2015

What is there to be done?
If I grasp after Her, She flees.

If I do thus, and refrain from thus,
Her Love, Conditionless, is offended.

If I make a Goddess of Her,
She cries at the loss of our Intimacy.

If I move in concept of Her,
She wonders why I am eating dust.

I am Her brother, and She my sister.
If I do not tease Her, She feels unloved.

I am Her son, and She my mother.
To offer recompense for Her Love,
Would break Her Heart.

I am Her Lover, and She my Beloved.
She fills my Heart with a Rapture,
Born of Heaven’s Ecstasy.

Where would I go to find Her,
When She Shines… Here?

What would I do to win her Love,
Which is without cause?

I cried one day,
With the Whole of my Being...

And She Came…

Both of us Vanishing in Heaven.
Which, thereafter, Shone in this Heart.

What to do?

Ache with your Whole Being,
Cry from the Depths of your Heart.

Among the infinite paths,
Mine was of Love and Surrender.

This is the only Way I know,
And all that I can speak of.

Sadly, I am not much use.

www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved
April 18, 2015

Original Being Sunrise/Afternoon April 19, 2015

4/19/2015

When we have purged ourselves of this ancestral folly, we shall return to the Garden through the gate of our knowledgeless Oneness.
Jack Hass -
The Way of Wonder
p. 101

Taken as referring not to any geographical scene,
but to a landscape of the soul, that Garden of Eden would have to be within us.
Yet our conscious minds are unable to enter it
and enjoy there the taste of eternal life,
since we have already tasted of the knowledge of good and evil.

That, in fact, must be the knowledge that has thrown us out of the garden,
pitched us away from our own center,
so that we now judge things in those terms and experience only good and evil, instead of eternal life.....
....which, since the enclosed garden is within us, must already be ours,
even though unknown to our conscious personalities.
That would seem to be the meaning of the myth when read,
not as prehistory,
but as referring to man's inward spiritual state.
Joseph Campbell
(Myths to LIve By. p25)
quoted in
The Way of Wonder - Jack Hass
p. 101

Sourced in/of/as Silence - Fulled with Emptiness Sunrise/Afternoon April 18, 2015

4/18/2015

Words.
At the spoken level,
They are sounds.
At the subtle level,
They are thoughts.
At the silent level,
They are gone.
It is in this silence,
From this silence, that
All arises.
Wu Hsin
http://www.wu-hsin.com/?p=230

How can Wu Hsin prescribe meditation as one's practice?
True meditation does not seek a result.

Whatever will happen will happen.
Just be clear:
whatever happens doesn’t happen by you
as much as it happens through you.

Practices are ineffective in dissipating the illusion
because all practices take place within the illusion.

Thinking that you can remove your confusion
is symptomatic of the confusion.

Empty yourself of all ideas, all beliefs, and all concepts.
Then, make yourself full with emptiness
and see if there remains anything else to be done.
Wu Hsin

(Solving Yourself: Yuben de Wu Hsin, p 134)
http://www.wu-hsin.com/?p=93

Silent Love Thunders Souls
ew
GODSEED

How can Wu Hsin prescribe meditation as one’s practice?
True meditation does not seek a result.

Whatever will happen will happen.
Just be clear:
whatever happens doesn’t happen by you
as much as it happens through you.

Practices are ineffective in dissipating the illusion
because all practices take place within the illusion.

Thinking that you can remove your confusion
is symptomatic of the confusion.

Empty yourself of all ideas, all beliefs, and all concepts.
Then, make yourself full with emptiness
and see if there remains anything else to be done.
Wu Hsin

(Solving Yourself: Yuben de Wu Hsin, p 134)
http://www.wu-hsin.com/?p=93

Primordial Language - SoulSpeak Sunrise/Afternoon April 17, 2015

4/17/2015

Beyond word & thoughts...
…accumulation of what Gives & has Given JOY
since before time
Is what the consciousness Is.

Just Simply IS.

Shares/Overflows in Vast Silent’s Orchestration
without ado, or ido.

Silently Dancing/Danced by the Great Dancer
beyond words & thoughts.

This may or may not be Understood by others…may disturb some..

No mind remains to mind another

ew
5:44 AM
4/17/15

When the ocean comes to you as a lover,
marry, at once, quickly,
for God’s sake!
Don’t postpone it!
Existence has no better gift.

No amount of searching
will find this.
A perfect falcon, for no reason,
has landed on your shoulder,
and become yours.

–Rumi
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/04/the-gift.html

"....out of Nothingness....." The Empty Boat Sunrise/Afternoon April 16, 2015

4/16/2015

Become an absolute blank.
In that absolute blankness eveything is possible.
It is not negative;
it is the most positive thing in the world,
because out of nothingness,
everything manifests.
OSHO

IF YOU CAN EMPTY YOUR OWN BOAT
CROSSING THE RIVER OF THE WORLD,
NO ONE WILL OPPOSE YOU,
NO ONE WILL SEEK TO HARM YOU.
Chuang Tzu

“I cannot ever make decisions that are outside
of the alignment of my highest potential.
While I am free to believe I am coming up with each idea and choice,
it is always the perfection of the Universe working through me to ensure
the completion of what has already occurred.”
Matt Kahn Facebook
4/15/15

If it's meant to be
It already Is
and all of life
Becomes
a gentle deja vu
ew
1987

If it's meant to be
It already Is
and all of life
IS
a gentle deja vu
ew
rewrite 4/16/15
5:00 AM

become an absolute blank.
In that absolute blankness eveything is possible.
It is not negative;
it is the most positive thing in the world,
because out of nothingness,
everything manifests.
That nothingness is God.
So when that blank comes, enjoy it!
Dive deep into it,
dissolve yourself in it,
become one with it.
Then you will know much
which is higher than intelligence.
Be nothing, and for the first time you will be.
OSHO

For Full writing by Chuang Tzu - The Empty Boat
and OHSO comments:
http://www.oshorajneesh.com/download/osho-books/responses_to_questions/The_Empty_Boat.pdf

"Just Remember" Sunrise/Afternoon April 15, 2015

4/15/2015

Just remember,
You are the only faithful student you have.
All the others leave eventually.

Have you been making
yourself shallow
with making others eminent?

Just remember,
when you're in union,
you don't have to fear
that you'll be drained.

The command comes to speak,
and you feel the ocean
moving through you.

Then comes,
Be silent,
as when the rain stops,
and the trees in the orchard
begin to draw moisture
up into themselves.

–Rumi
Mathnawi, V, 3195-3219)
Coleman Barks version
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/04/just-remember.html

Divine Silence Allows
What Is
to
Simply Be
ew
GODSEED

Just remember,
You are the only faithful student you have.
All the others leave eventually.

Have you been making
yourself shallow
with making others eminent?

Just remember,
when you're in union,
you don't have to fear
that you'll be drained.

The command comes to speak,
and you feel the ocean
moving through you.

Then comes,
Be silent,
as when the rain stops,
and the trees in the orchard
begin to draw moisture
up into themselves.

–Rumi
Mathnawi, V, 3195-3219)
Coleman Barks version
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/04/just-remember.html

Ancient Remembrance - Original Wisdom Sunrise/Afternoon April 14, 2015

4/14/2015

"Mom!...She was Conceived before she was conceived....."

youngest son, in tones of awe and wonder, whispered the above words to me on the phone,
after first holding his first newborn..
12/22/14

In the very earliest time, when both people and animals lived on earth,
a person could become an animal if he wanted to
and an animal could become a human being.
Sometimes they were people and sometimes animals
and there was no difference.
All spoke the same language.
That was the time when words were like magic.
The human mind had mysterious powers.
A word spoken by chance might have strange consequences.
It would suddenly come alive
and what people wanted to happen could happen--
all you had to do was say it.
Nobody can explain this:
That's the way it was.

–Nalungiaq
Nalungiaq was an Inuit woman interviewed by ethnologist Knud Rasmussen in the early twentieth century.

http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/04/the-way-it-is.html

...and Finally
one does not remember anything
but
Nothing

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GODSEED

"Sublime Oblivion" "Death Unto.....Life"

4/13/2015

THERE IS NO SEPARATE SELF (OR OTHERS) TO LOVE WHEN YOU ARE LOVE.
LOVE SIMPLY IS.

LOVE IS A STATE OF HEADLESS BEING….

“FOOL FOR LOVE”
“IDIOTIC GENTLENESS” – “QUIET INDIFFERENCE”

PREFERENCES ARE DISAPPEARED.
ONE IS BEYOND WORDS AND THOUGHTS AS DICTATORS

SOURCED FROM BEYOND THE SILENCE
SOME CALL THIS PURE GRACE –

4:44 AM
ew
4/13/2015

It's like falling asleep, but remaining awake,
Like dying, but remaining alive,
This Falling into ourSelf...

Letting go of everything… Everything.

As in falling asleep,
This abandoning is a pleasure,
Anticipation of Sublime Oblivion…

Of Death Unto…Life.

Even so is our inward turning,
As we cease our outward wandering,
And Fall, Heartlong…

Into our Source.

Not a practice mastered,
A discipline perfected,
But a movement of Attention…

From known, to Knower, to... Knowing.

Surrendering... Everything,
Including “enlightenment”,
“Bondage”…

And all such hellish dualities.

Vanished, the Lover, yet… Alive,
As the Formless Mystery from which,
Lover and Beloved arise.

Both Dancing for a time,
Through this Play of Form,
Then turning, at Heaven's behest…

To Embrace… and Vanish, yet again

Chuck Surface
FB-4/12/15.

www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.Facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved

BELOW:
A STROLL TO FAR NORTH END OF BEACH THAT IS MOSTLY WITHOUT PEOPLE

"Before You Think Yourself to Pieces"....... Sunrise/Afternoon April 12, 2015

4/12/2015

Place everything you can perceive--
everything you can
see,
hear,
smell,
taste,
or touch,
upon the altar of this moment
and give thanks.

It is over so soon--
this expression,
this single moment of your precious life,
this one heart
pounding itself open
with fear or wild joy,

this one breath rising
in the cold winter air
smoothly and gently
or coughing and sputtering

Bow, while you can, before
this one taste
of afternoon tea
warming its way to your belly,
or the fragrant orange
exploding its sweet juice
in your grateful mouth.

You have to love
the antics of your mind,
imagining life should only be sweet.
The bitter makes the sweet; and life is both.
It is whole, like you,
before you think yourself to pieces.

Place this moment’s pain and confusion on the altar, too,
and give special thanks for such grace
that wakes you up from sleeping through your life.
Pain is greatly under-rated as a pointer to Unknowing,
yet greatly over-rated when taken as identity.

In this one moment,
your eyes meet mine and there is
a single looking.
What is peering from behind our masks?
Can it touch itself across the room?

Place your palms together;
touch your holy skin.
In another moment it will shed itself.
What will you be then?
What were you before you had two hands?
What are you now?

You cannot capture That
and place It on the altar of this moment.
It is the altar,
and this moment’s infinite expressions,
and the Seeing,
and its own devotion to itself.

You are That.

– Dorothy Hunt

The above shared via miriam louisa.
Please see these miriam louisa pages for more:
http://thisunlitlight.com/2015/04/12/the-altar-of-this-moment/
http://thisunlitlight.com/2014/09/02/when-god-comes-in-your-house/

the altar of this moment

Place everything you can perceive--
everything you can
see,
hear,
smell,
taste,
or touch,
upon the altar of this moment
and give thanks.

It is over so soon--
this expression,
this single moment of your precious life,
this one heart
pounding itself open
with fear or wild joy,

this one breath rising
in the cold winter air
smoothly and gently
or coughing and sputtering.

Bow, while you can, before
this one taste
of afternoon tea
warming its way to your belly,
or the fragrant orange
exploding its sweet juice
in your grateful mouth.

You have to love
the antics of your mind,
imagining life should only be sweet.
The bitter makes the sweet; and life is both.
It is whole, like you,
before you think yourself to pieces.

Place this moment’s pain and confusion on the altar, too,
and give special thanks for such grace
that wakes you up from sleeping through your life.
Pain is greatly under-rated as a pointer to Unknowing,
yet greatly over-rated when taken as identity.

In this one moment,
your eyes meet mine and there is
a single looking.
What is peering from behind our masks?
Can it touch itself across the room?

Place your palms together;
touch your holy skin.
In another moment it will shed itself.
What will you be then?
What were you before you had two hands?
What are you now?

You cannot capture That
and place It on the altar of this moment.
It is the altar,
and this moment’s infinite expressions,
and the Seeing,
and its own devotion to itself.

You are That.

– Dorothy Hunt

Shared by miriam louisa.....

Please see these pages for more:
http://thisunlitlight.com/2015/04/12/the-altar-of-this-moment/
http://thisunlitlight.com/2014/09/02/when-god-comes-in-your-house/

Unfathomable Mystery Sunrise/Afternoon April 11, 2015

4/11/2015

I had to grow foul with knowledge, realize the futility of everything,
smash everything, grow desperate, then humble,
then sponge myself off the slate, as it were,
in order to recover my authenticity.
I had to arrive at the brink and then take a leap in the dark.
Henry Miller
The Wisdom of the Heart
quoted in The Way of Wonder - Jack Hass
p.155

In order to truly know God,
you have to be out of your mind, says God.
Neale Donald Walsch
quoted in
The Way of Wonde-Jack Haas
p.170

Pure Fool Truth of Being Sunrise/Afternoon April 10, 2015

4/10/2015

COME GENTLY, DEAREST ONE
INTO THE TRUTH OF YOUR BEING.
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IF IT'S MEANT TO BE
IT ALREADY IS
AND ALL OF LIFE
BECOMES
PURE LOVE'S
GENTLE DEJA VU.

ew-
4/24/14

That is, the Pearl of Great Price,
The Holy Grail, the Vision of God, Nirvana, Valhalla,
Heaven, or Salvation, call it what you will,
it will not be found until the individual forgets who they are,
and what they are looking for.
Then they shall find it.

For, as Aleister Crowley relates:
"Men smote me; then perceiving that I was but a Pure Fool, they let me pass.
Thus and not otherwise I came to the Temple of the Graal."
The Way of Wonder - Jack Haas
p. 182

"Idiotic Gentleness" Sunrise/Afternoon April 9, 2015

4/9/2015

Queen Bird who had been hovering close! over my head

I am not referring to the simple-minded.
The desirable thing is to be intelligent and not to understand.
It is a strange blessing. like experiencing madness without being insane.
It is quiet indifference, and idiotic gentleness."

Clarice Lispector
quoted in
The Way of Wonder - Jack Haas
Chapter 10 - The Mad and the Mystic
p. 165

A Beyond Belief Effortless Ease Sunrise/Afternoon April 8, 2015

4/9/2015

Be Language Without Words
A Language Known in the cradle and never not Known.
The most Effortless Ease…
A Beyond Belief Effortless Ease

ew
4:26 AM
3/29/15

“The ancient Masters had pared themselves down to the essential.

They woke up, they ate, they worked, they made love, they raised their families, all the while unseduced by any thoughts that arose.

This gave their lives a sense of spaciousness.

They always had enough time to do what wanted to be done.

They moved through each day as alert and unhurried as animals in the wild.

How could they forget their beginning?

That’s where they were constantly centered, in the moment before a thought.

They had returned to the primordial: mind hovering over its own abyss, objectless, serene.

No wonder their nights were dreamless and their skies full of stars.

Gratitude makes no distinctions.

It precedes its occasion.

It is the magic well that never runs dry,

the still waters where you kneel and see your own face,

more beautiful than you could have imagined.”

TAO #15
Commentary by Stephen Mitchell
The Second Book of the TAO
Stephen Mitchell

"Set Your Life on Fire!" Sunrise/Afternoon April 7, 2015

4/7/2015

Set your life on fire
Seek those who fan your flames

The lamps are different,
But the Light is the same.
Rumi

This Being Human is a Guest House

Set your life on fire.
Seek those who fan your flames.

Who gets up early to discover the moment the light begins?

What was whispered to the rose to break it open last night
was whispered to my heart.

You’ve gotten drunk on so many kinds of wine.

Taste this. It won’t make you wild. It’s fire.

Give up, if you don’t understand by this time that your living is firewood.

Set your life on fire.
Seek those who fan your flames.

The lamps are different,
But the Light is the same.

To change,
a person must face the dragon of his appetites with another dragon,
the life-energy of the soul.

What is the body?
That shadow of a shadow of your love,
that somehow contains the entire universe.

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and attend them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.

Sorrows are the rags of old clothes
and jackets that serve to cover,
and then are taken off.

That undressing, and the beautiful naked body underneath,
is the sweetness that comes after grief.

You haven’t dared yet lose faith – so how can faith grow in you?

Gamble everything for love,

if you’re a true human being.
If these poems repeat themselves,
then so does Spring.

–Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/04/this-being-human-is-guest-house.html

"Formless....Unlocatable....Aliveness" Sunrise/Afternoon April 6, 2015

4/6/2015

You'll never think your way out of thought,
But you can Feel, ever, ever more deeply,

Full MoonSet in Western Sky

That within which, to which, and as which, thought arises,
Until, Feeling ever... ever... ever more deeply,
You Become that Formless... Unlocatable... Aliveness,

And thought, though ongoing, is simply... no longer... heard,
Attention having ceased its outward wandering,

Resting...at last... Dissolving... into... as...

The Still Waters of its Unmoving Source,

The Kingdom of Heaven...
Within.

Chuck Surface

www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved
April 4, 2015 FB post

You'll never think your way out of thought,
But you can Feel, ever, ever more deeply,
That within which, to which, and as which, thought arises,
Until, Feeling ever... ever... ever more deeply,
You Become that Formless... Unlocatable... Aliveness,
And thought, though ongoing, is simply... no longer... heard,
Attention having ceased its outward wandering,
Resting...at last... Dissolving... into... as...
The Still Waters of its Unmoving Source,
The Kingdom of Heaven...
Within.

www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved
April 4, 2015 FB post