Backward Eyes-Pure Space-Timeless Stillness Sunrise/Afternoon June 12, 2015

With all its eyes the natural world looks out into the Open.
Only our eyes are turned backward,
surrounding plant, animal, child like traps,
as they emerge into their freedom.

We know what is really out there
only from the animal's gaze;
for we take the very young child and force it around,
so that it sees objects - not the Open,
which is so deep in animals' faces.
Free from death.

We, only, can see death;
the free animal has its decline in back of it, forever,
and God in front,
and when it moves,
it moves already in eternity, like a fountain.

. Never, not for a single day,
do we have before us that pure space into which
flowers endlessly open.
 Always there is World and never Nowhere without the No:
that pure unseparated element which one breathes without desire
and endlessly knows.  

A child may wander there for hours,
through the timeless stillness,
may get lost in it and be shaken back.
Or someone dies and is it.

For, nearing death,
one doesn't see death;
but stares beyond,
perhaps with an animal's vast gaze.

Lovers,
if the beloved were not there blocking the view,
are close to it, and marvel...
As if by some mistake, it opens for them behind each other...
But neither can move past the other,
and it changes back to World.

Forever turned toward objects,
we see in them the mere reflection of the realm of freedom,
which we have dimmed.
Or when some animal mutely, serenely,
looks us through and through.

That is what fate means: to be opposite,
to be opposite and nothing else, forever.

–Rainer Maria Rilke
http://deathdeconstructed.blogspot.com/2015/06/to-be-opposite.html

FLIGHT LESSONS
Today we got IN the ocean.....only in the shallow tides as breakers very strong.
Remembering a few days ago, that Big Bird swooped over me AFTER i was in the water with the seaweed...
see:
http://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-and-more/original-visionquiet-wombprimordial-core
May 30, 2015

....today, i wondered if she would do the same.
...and SURE ENOUGH,
1) she came within 10 ft of my head AFTER i got out of the water.
About 20 minutes later, we suddenly knew to honour her appearance with practicing my own Winged Flight at water's edge...afterwards,.i rested flat on my back  with eyes closed...
2)  a shadow came to my inner closed eyes...and with quickly opened eyes i saw her flying above me, then towards the oceanfront homes on the dunes. 
She had returned again!  Seemingly out of nowhere...
3)  After a quick nap, i strolled back to the north....smiling and infused with the appearance of the bird today.....re-remembering how the bird appeared before when i was IN the water..... the sun is very bright....a shadow comes across my form...look up.... it is Big Bird circling between me and the sun...circling and gliding for about 30 seconds before she flew south...

∞

VAST VOID CORE
ORIGINAL SILENCE
FULLS EVERY PHYSICAL CELL
WITH
“OLDER THAN GOD’S”
PEACE THAT PASSETH UNDERSTANDING
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GENTLY SWOONS AND SOOTHES
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4:21 AM
6/12/2015 

∞

See Read More below for full Rilke poem

With all its eyes the natural world looks out into the Open.
Only our eyes are turned backward,
surrounding plant, animal, child like traps,
as they emerge into their freedom.

We know what is really out there
only from the animal's gaze;
for we take the very young child and force it around,
so that it sees objects - not the Open,
which is so deep in animals' faces.
Free from death.

We, only, can see death;
the free animal has its decline in back of it, forever,
and God in front,
and when it moves,
it moves already in eternity, like a fountain.

Never, not for a single day,
do we have before us that pure space
into which flowers endlessly open.
 Always there is World and never Nowhere without the No:
that pure unseparated element which one breathes without desire
and endlessly knows.  

A child may wander there for hours,
through the timeless stillness,
may get lost in it and be shaken back.
Or someone dies and is it.

For, nearing death,
one doesn't see death;
but stares beyond,
perhaps with an animal's vast gaze.

Lovers,
if the beloved were not there blocking the view,
are close to it, and marvel...
As if by some mistake, it opens for them behind each other...
But neither can move past the other,
and it changes back to World.

Forever turned toward objects,
we see in them the mere reflection of the realm of freedom,
which we have dimmed.
Or when some animal mutely, serenely, looks us through and through.

That is what fate means: to be opposite,
to be opposite and nothing else, forever.

–Rainer Maria Rilke
http://deathdeconstructed.blogspot.com/2015/06/to-be-opposite.html