THAT EXPESSES ALL
TRUTH OF BEING
“FREE AT LAST”
SOUL EUPHORIA PRESIDES
*Cloud of Unknowning
Unknown by egoic “others" as egoic aspects disappear
the mind-made threads, the mind-made
rhythms, and find the Silent Thread
that weaves through all other threads.
The True Rhythm of Life.
that flows through you.
Put all other synthetic threads aside and
follow the Silent Thread...
Follow the deeper Rhythm...
until you feel the True Rhythm within...
The Rhythm of Silence.
like a stream that flows to a River,
that flows to the Ocean.
Find the Source in the Rhythm...
Where does it take you?
the depths of your Beingness,
the depths of Silence...
Attune to that Rhythm...
gain and loss, victory and defeat, engage in this battle,
indifferent to the outcome. Thus you will incur no sin.
Bhagavad Gita, 2:38
We’re obviously in a wonky period now
and it might be awhile before things stabilize again.
Whether or not you and I live to see equilibrium restored is,
like everything in the dreamstate,
who goes to a movie to watch happy people anyway?
Who goes to an amusement park to sit on a bench?
You pay your nickel and ride the ride,
but whatever ups-and-downs and thrills-and-chills
occur along the way,
you get off right where you got on.
is more meaningful than the popping of a zit
has yet to carve memento mori on their heart:
Remember your death.
Or, on the flipside:
Remember that every day is the best day.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
The Wisefool Press
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BLISSFULLY UNAWARE "...ineffable rapture..." AUGUST 31 2018 "...hobbled and hollow-boned..." " ... effulgent nothingness.."
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THE ONE ETERNAL MOMENT OF “WHAT IS”
IS ALL THAT IS
A TRANSPARENT CONDUIT
“BLISSFULLY UNAWARE OF DRAMA”*
*Youngest son Justin 8/9/18
Just doing nothing, sitting silently, that is real meditation.
There is no other technique, no technique at all in it.
No mantra has to be repeated.
No prayer has to be done,
no God’s name to be pronounced.
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Remember that all through history,
there have been tyrants and murderers,
and for a time they seemed invincible,
but in the end they always fall - always.
A person who realizes a particular evil of his time
and finds that it overwhelms him
dives deep in his own breast for inspiration and,
when he gets it,
he offers it to others.
I was not expecting you
Sometimes we can smell the rain
In a cloudless sky
Through these woods
That your approach
Drifted in and out of my windows
With the birdsong
And the lilacs
It was not the fickle breeze
Turning my head
And touching my heart
Silently bearing gifts
Like a night bird
Come with snow
Beauty and abundance
Fell from your wings
And covered the land
Feathers Scattered in the Wind, ‘Night Bird’
And the Spring comes
And the grass grows by itself...
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