FROM A PLACE BEYOND THE TELLING
LIFE IN FORM IS DYING/BIRTHING
IN THE ALWAYS NOW ETERNAL MOMENT
<
INCREASING POSSESSION OF ORIGINAL CORE BEING
AS ALL
JUST IS
AH! THE PRISTINE PRIMORDIAL SIMPLICITY OF IT ALL
SUCH A ONE IS ONLY SMILED* AND WEPT**
ew
5:15 AM-6/7/19
*Only AFTER the last of the above Flew thru Fingers
did the below "SMILED" Surface Instantly to Consciousness…
in Archive Quote File at least for 30 years…
See Read More below Afternoon Photos for full version..
∞
below in this font the main
Teaching Tale
<
Remembrance Tale
**AFTER SUNRISE WE FIND A FOREVER FRIEND
miriam louisa with a new sharing...then added "AND WEPT" to above Whisper
See part of her sharing (plus the link for) full offering below in this font
LIFE IN FORM IS DYING/BIRTHING
IN THE ALWAYS NOW ETERNAL MOMENT
<
INCREASING POSSESSION OF ORIGINAL CORE BEING
AS ALL
JUST IS
AH! THE PRISTINE PRIMORDIAL SIMPLICITY OF IT ALL
SUCH A ONE IS ONLY SMILED* AND WEPT**
ew
5:15 AM-6/7/19
*Only AFTER the last of the above Flew thru Fingers
did the below "SMILED" Surface Instantly to Consciousness…
in Archive Quote File at least for 30 years…
See Read More below Afternoon Photos for full version..
∞
below in this font the main
Teaching Tale
<
Remembrance Tale
**AFTER SUNRISE WE FIND A FOREVER FRIEND
miriam louisa with a new sharing...then added "AND WEPT" to above Whisper
See part of her sharing (plus the link for) full offering below in this font
SMILED
There is a well known Eastern legend
giving the idea of a soul who had found truth.
There was a wall of laughter and of smiles.
This wall existed for ages and many tried to climb it, but few succeeded.
Those who had climbed upon it saw something beyond,
and so interested were they that they smiled,
climbed over the wall and never returned.
The people of the town began to wonder
what magic could there be and what attraction,
that whoever climbed over the wall never returned.
So they called it the wall of mystery.
Then they said,
'We must make an enquiry and send someone
who can reach the top,
but we must tie him with a rope to hold him back.'
When the man they had thus sent reached the top of the wall,
he smiled and tried to jump over it,
but they pulled him back.
Still he smiled, and when the people eagerly asked,
'what did you see there?'
He did not answer, he only smiled.
This is the condition of the seer.
The man who in the shrine of his heart has seen the vision of God,
the one who has the realization of truth,
can only smile,
for words can never really explain what truth means.
Hazrat Inayat Khan
http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/VIII/VIII_2_7.htm
There is a well known Eastern legend
giving the idea of a soul who had found truth.
There was a wall of laughter and of smiles.
This wall existed for ages and many tried to climb it, but few succeeded.
Those who had climbed upon it saw something beyond,
and so interested were they that they smiled,
climbed over the wall and never returned.
The people of the town began to wonder
what magic could there be and what attraction,
that whoever climbed over the wall never returned.
So they called it the wall of mystery.
Then they said,
'We must make an enquiry and send someone
who can reach the top,
but we must tie him with a rope to hold him back.'
When the man they had thus sent reached the top of the wall,
he smiled and tried to jump over it,
but they pulled him back.
Still he smiled, and when the people eagerly asked,
'what did you see there?'
He did not answer, he only smiled.
This is the condition of the seer.
The man who in the shrine of his heart has seen the vision of God,
the one who has the realization of truth,
can only smile,
for words can never really explain what truth means.
Hazrat Inayat Khan
http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/VIII/VIII_2_7.htm
the important thing is the tear falling down your cheek
miriam louisa
THERE'S NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT TO HAVE A GOOD CRY
When the courage (le cœur: heart, French) to sit still and see what might bubble up from the heart’s cauldron finds us –
and finds us innocent of any agenda to analyse,
to fix or flee, tears will most assuredly flow.
I was already ancient when, by some wild grace,
courage found me and guided me into my body’s dark knowledge.
(I wrote about it in this post
at my ‘echoes from emptiness’ blog –
following fear into the star-stuff of my cells).
(https://echoesfromemptiness.com/2017/10/30/following-fear-into-the-star-stuff-of-my-cells/)
In my cocksure ignorance I assumed
it would all be done and dusted within a modest time-frame.
Three years later the tears are still falling,
the heart is still cracking, crumbling, awash in tenderness,
trembling with bliss.
(Yes, bliss – I had no idea that bliss
is simply the opening of the heart.)
it would all be done and dusted within a modest time-frame.
Three years later the tears are still falling,
the heart is still cracking, crumbling, awash in tenderness,
trembling with bliss.
(Yes, bliss – I had no idea that bliss
is simply the opening of the heart.)
Yet now the tears arise from a depth beyond the personal,
from a well of sorrow that’s ownerless.
Personally I don’t feel the need for notions of karma and reincarnation,
but my lived experience shows me
that whatever is happening here
is dynamically all-inclusive
and interpenetrating across time and space.
from a well of sorrow that’s ownerless.
Personally I don’t feel the need for notions of karma and reincarnation,
but my lived experience shows me
that whatever is happening here
is dynamically all-inclusive
and interpenetrating across time and space.
No separation can be found.
The tears belong to all of us because there is only one of us.
The tears belong to all of us because there is only one of us.
by miriam louisa
Excerpt from:
https://thisunlitlight.com/2019/06/07/the-important-thing-is-the-tear-falling-down-your-cheek/#comment-7307
Excerpt from:
https://thisunlitlight.com/2019/06/07/the-important-thing-is-the-tear-falling-down-your-cheek/#comment-7307
More from miriam louisa
WHAT I LOVE:
Making things.
Marveling at the way the stepping stones
form under my feet when I’m walking the via creativa
without fear of the unknown.
WHAT I LOVE:
Making things.
Marveling at the way the stepping stones
form under my feet when I’m walking the via creativa
without fear of the unknown.
The joy of watching students awaken to their authenticity,
both in visual language and in the big artwork of Life.
And last but not least – the unknowable Bright,
the silence behind everything thought, experienced or created.
In another age I might have been called a mystic,
but I’m much too greedy for Life to be a true contemplative.
both in visual language and in the big artwork of Life.
And last but not least – the unknowable Bright,
the silence behind everything thought, experienced or created.
In another age I might have been called a mystic,
but I’m much too greedy for Life to be a true contemplative.
Everything I hunger for is right here under my nose,
in the everyday moment-by-moment miracle of Creation.
Not even under my nose –
it’s inseparable from this matrix called ‘me’.
in the everyday moment-by-moment miracle of Creation.
Not even under my nose –
it’s inseparable from this matrix called ‘me’.
To give that immensity expression in a way that beckons,
touches and embraces viewers
with an ineffable yet tangible blessing –
that’s what really interests me.
– Miriam Louisa Simons, 2016
Excerpt from:
https://wonderingmindstudio.com/home/
touches and embraces viewers
with an ineffable yet tangible blessing –
that’s what really interests me.
– Miriam Louisa Simons, 2016
Excerpt from:
https://wonderingmindstudio.com/home/
6:39 AM Leaving Sunrise Beach...closer view of Bird that apparently Knows & Reminds......
AFTERNOON
Too rainy for beach this afternoon
All Photos below from June 7, 2017
All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.
W.H. Auden’s poem “September 1, 1939,”
Shared here:
https://poets.org/poem/september-1-1939?mc_cid=c0efc24484&mc_eid=bc3afd75c6
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.
W.H. Auden’s poem “September 1, 1939,”
Shared here:
https://poets.org/poem/september-1-1939?mc_cid=c0efc24484&mc_eid=bc3afd75c6
O, friend! Nobody veils you, but yourself.
In your path there is no thorn or weed, but yourself.
You asked: shall I reach the Beloved or not?
Between you and the Beloved
there is nobody,
but yourself.
Awhadoddin Kermani
https://wahiduddin.net/
In your path there is no thorn or weed, but yourself.
You asked: shall I reach the Beloved or not?
Between you and the Beloved
there is nobody,
but yourself.
Awhadoddin Kermani
https://wahiduddin.net/
...Peace Be Still....
Mark 4:39 KJV
Mark 4:39 KJV
Read More Below
More re: Hazrat's comments re: "SMILED"
and More...!
More re: Hazrat's comments re: "SMILED"
and More...!
a WONDERFUL Sharing is on this page,
https://wahiduddin.net/saki/saki_origins.htm
re: Pir-o-Murshid Hazrat Inayat Khan
and how the daily BOWL OF SAKI Created/Creates/Developes....
......all hats off InJoy to
Richard Shelquist (wahiduddin)
who Creates this website and dailies and MUCH MORE....
Homepage: https://wahiduddin.net/
click below to e-mail Richard...
Contact: ----- Richard Shelquist (wahiduddin) ---- Colorado, USA
https://wahiduddin.net/saki/saki_origins.htm
re: Pir-o-Murshid Hazrat Inayat Khan
and how the daily BOWL OF SAKI Created/Creates/Developes....
......all hats off InJoy to
Richard Shelquist (wahiduddin)
who Creates this website and dailies and MUCH MORE....
Homepage: https://wahiduddin.net/
click below to e-mail Richard...
Contact: ----- Richard Shelquist (wahiduddin) ---- Colorado, USA
SMILED
There is a well known Eastern legend
giving the idea of a soul who had found truth.
There was a wall of laughter and of smiles.
This wall existed for ages and many tried to climb it, but few succeeded.
Those who had climbed upon it saw something beyond,
and so interested were they that they smiled,
climbed over the wall and never returned.
The people of the town began to wonder what magic
could there be and what attraction,
that whoever climbed over the wall never returned.
So they called it the wall of mystery.
Then they said,
'We must make an enquiry and send someone
who can reach the top,
but we must tie him with a rope to hold him back.'
When the man they had thus sent reached the top of the wall,
he smiled and tried to jump over it,
but they pulled him back.
Still he smiled,
and when the people eagerly asked,
'what did you see there?'
...he did not answer,
he only
Smiled.
Hazrat Inayat Khan
http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/VIII/VIII_2_7.htm
There is a well known Eastern legend
giving the idea of a soul who had found truth.
There was a wall of laughter and of smiles.
This wall existed for ages and many tried to climb it, but few succeeded.
Those who had climbed upon it saw something beyond,
and so interested were they that they smiled,
climbed over the wall and never returned.
The people of the town began to wonder what magic
could there be and what attraction,
that whoever climbed over the wall never returned.
So they called it the wall of mystery.
Then they said,
'We must make an enquiry and send someone
who can reach the top,
but we must tie him with a rope to hold him back.'
When the man they had thus sent reached the top of the wall,
he smiled and tried to jump over it,
but they pulled him back.
Still he smiled,
and when the people eagerly asked,
'what did you see there?'
...he did not answer,
he only
Smiled.
Hazrat Inayat Khan
http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/VIII/VIII_2_7.htm
Commentary by Pir-o-Murshid Inayat Khan:
This is the condition of the seer.
The man who in the shrine of his heart has seen the vision of God,
the one who has the realization of truth, can only smile,
for words can never really explain what truth means.
The nearest explanation one can give is that truth is realization.
At every step of man's evolution his realization changes,
but there is a stage where man arrives at the true realization,
a realization which is a firm conviction
that no reason or logic can change or alter.
Nothing in the world can change it any more,
and that conviction is called by the Sufis Iman.
The realization which is attained
is that there is nothing to realize any more.
The process of this attainment is a sincere research into truth and life,
and the understanding of
'what I am the other is',
together with the contemplation of God,
a selfless consciousness,
and a continual pursuit after the receiving of the knowledge of God.
This is the condition of the seer.
The man who in the shrine of his heart has seen the vision of God,
the one who has the realization of truth, can only smile,
for words can never really explain what truth means.
The nearest explanation one can give is that truth is realization.
At every step of man's evolution his realization changes,
but there is a stage where man arrives at the true realization,
a realization which is a firm conviction
that no reason or logic can change or alter.
Nothing in the world can change it any more,
and that conviction is called by the Sufis Iman.
The realization which is attained
is that there is nothing to realize any more.
The process of this attainment is a sincere research into truth and life,
and the understanding of
'what I am the other is',
together with the contemplation of God,
a selfless consciousness,
and a continual pursuit after the receiving of the knowledge of God.
Question:
Is suffering beneficial?
Answer:
Suffering is always a blessing.
If it is for higher ideas, for God, for an ideal,
it takes a person at once to the highest heaven.
If it is for lower ideas, for the ego, for pride, for possessions,
it takes a person to the lowest depth of hell.
But there, after much suffering, after a long, long time,
he loses these ideas and is purified.
That is why the Christian religion shows
the symbol of the cross,
of suffering.
How high our ideal may be,
how low our ideal may be,
in the end each pain has its prize.
Hazrat Inayat Khan
http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/VIII/VIII_2_7.htm
Is suffering beneficial?
Answer:
Suffering is always a blessing.
If it is for higher ideas, for God, for an ideal,
it takes a person at once to the highest heaven.
If it is for lower ideas, for the ego, for pride, for possessions,
it takes a person to the lowest depth of hell.
But there, after much suffering, after a long, long time,
he loses these ideas and is purified.
That is why the Christian religion shows
the symbol of the cross,
of suffering.
How high our ideal may be,
how low our ideal may be,
in the end each pain has its prize.
Hazrat Inayat Khan
http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/VIII/VIII_2_7.htm
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