blessed are those who know nothing for certain,
whose curiosity keeps them beyond the claws of conclusion,
who seek as an impulse of wonderment rather than for gain,
who question everything the pundits proclaim as truth;
whose curiosity keeps them beyond the claws of conclusion,
who seek as an impulse of wonderment rather than for gain,
who question everything the pundits proclaim as truth;
whose questions deliver them, willingly or not,
to the fiery face of the Unnameable, and
who find the courage to keep a “yes” alive in spite of terror;
who come back speechless and trembling with gratitude
to the fiery face of the Unnameable, and
who find the courage to keep a “yes” alive in spite of terror;
who come back speechless and trembling with gratitude
blessed are those for whom the encounter enlivens a capacity
and a willingness to hold both hands out to the world
(one to hold grief, the other, gratefulness)
for their heart knows the two as one;
and a willingness to hold both hands out to the world
(one to hold grief, the other, gratefulness)
for their heart knows the two as one;
who, without choice, stand naked in knowingness;
whose fulfilment is refreshed with every breath;
who are quietly content (which is not to say inert or passive)
in spite of all that life appears to heave at them
Below: Left Click to see enlarged photos
blessed are those who know these contented ones,
who count them among their friends and neighbours,
who seek them out for their simple wisdom, knowing
they have nothing to spin or sell – nothing to bestow
other than their crazy head-shaking heart-healing joy:
miriam louisa
http://echoesfromemptiness.com/2015/06/08/blessed-are-those/
who count them among their friends and neighbours,
who seek them out for their simple wisdom, knowing
they have nothing to spin or sell – nothing to bestow
other than their crazy head-shaking heart-healing joy:
miriam louisa
http://echoesfromemptiness.com/2015/06/08/blessed-are-those/
IN ALL DIMENSIONS AWARE OF AND BEYOND AWARENESS
JUST IS
ew
4:10am - 6/10/15
See Read More at end for Full Predawn Whisper and More....
JUST IS
ew
4:10am - 6/10/15
See Read More at end for Full Predawn Whisper and More....
Above photo is first view of afternoon ocean from top of the sand dunes path.
Above photo taken with zoom lens....man lifted his arms just as camera clicked....Auspicious/Serendipitous Timing.
Please see OceanSpeak Categories for Scott Christopher, as this is the EXACT spot we met Sept. 11, 2014.....his and my arms ALSO went up in this Celebratory Honouring of Magnificent, Meeting 0f Timelines, moments....
Below are the steps i stood on at bottom of sand dunes path to see Scott Christopher celebrate the perfect shot of Flying Shell that had just happened.
Sept. 11, 2014.
The afternoon guests have returned the white chairs to the line up..
This slideshow below is at the end of my afternoon stroll.
Please see OceanSpeak Categories for Scott Christopher, as this is the EXACT spot we met Sept. 11, 2014.....his and my arms ALSO went up in this Celebratory Honouring of Magnificent, Meeting 0f Timelines, moments....
Below are the steps i stood on at bottom of sand dunes path to see Scott Christopher celebrate the perfect shot of Flying Shell that had just happened.
Sept. 11, 2014.
The afternoon guests have returned the white chairs to the line up..
This slideshow below is at the end of my afternoon stroll.
OES 4:13 AM
4:32 AM
6/10/15
prior to OES (OpenEyeState
is
OEW (OpenEyeWake) Innerplanes
OEW with BIG BIRD IN ALL DIMENSIONS
LARGE SILHOUETTE IN COLOR…
BIRD IN FLIGHT
GLIDE MODE
WINGS SPREAD
IN INNER SCREEN REALER THAN REAL
THEN OUTSIDE THE WINDOW
IS IN ALL DIMENSIONS AWARE OF AND BEYOND AWARENESS
SYMBOL FOR THAT WHICH IS BEYOND MAN-MADE CONCEPTS
A CORMORANT?
JUST IS
ew
4:10am
6/10/15
SEE:
http://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-and-more/original-void-a-phoenixperpetually-rising-sunriseafternoon-june-7-2015
FOR
Phoenix/Void/her longing/cormorant
But now-
The wild stream, the sea itself cannot contain me:
I dive with the black hag, the cormorant,
Or walk the pebbly shore with the humpbacked heron,
Shaking out my catch in the morning sunlight,
Or rise with the gar-eagle, the great-winged condor,
Floating over the mountains,
Pitting my breast against the rushing air,
A phoenix, sure of my body,
Perpetually rising out of myself,
My wings hovering over the shorebirds,
Or beating against the black clouds of the storm,
Protecting the sea-cliffs.
–Theodore Roethke
see above OceanSpeak for June 7, 2015 for full Wording
4:32 AM
6/10/15
prior to OES (OpenEyeState
is
OEW (OpenEyeWake) Innerplanes
OEW with BIG BIRD IN ALL DIMENSIONS
LARGE SILHOUETTE IN COLOR…
BIRD IN FLIGHT
GLIDE MODE
WINGS SPREAD
IN INNER SCREEN REALER THAN REAL
THEN OUTSIDE THE WINDOW
IS IN ALL DIMENSIONS AWARE OF AND BEYOND AWARENESS
SYMBOL FOR THAT WHICH IS BEYOND MAN-MADE CONCEPTS
A CORMORANT?
JUST IS
ew
4:10am
6/10/15
SEE:
http://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-and-more/original-void-a-phoenixperpetually-rising-sunriseafternoon-june-7-2015
FOR
Phoenix/Void/her longing/cormorant
But now-
The wild stream, the sea itself cannot contain me:
I dive with the black hag, the cormorant,
Or walk the pebbly shore with the humpbacked heron,
Shaking out my catch in the morning sunlight,
Or rise with the gar-eagle, the great-winged condor,
Floating over the mountains,
Pitting my breast against the rushing air,
A phoenix, sure of my body,
Perpetually rising out of myself,
My wings hovering over the shorebirds,
Or beating against the black clouds of the storm,
Protecting the sea-cliffs.
–Theodore Roethke
see above OceanSpeak for June 7, 2015 for full Wording
blessed are those who know nothing for certain,
whose curiosity keeps them beyond the claws of conclusion,
who seek as an impulse of wonderment rather than for gain,
who question everything the pundits proclaim as truth;
whose questions deliver them, willingly or not,
to the fiery face of the Unnameable, and
who find the courage to keep a “yes” alive in spite of terror;
who come back speechless and trembling with gratitude
blessed are those for whom the encounter enlivens a capacity
and a willingness to hold both hands out to the world
(one to hold grief, the other, gratefulness)
for their heart knows the two as one;
who, without choice, stand naked in knowingness;
whose fulfilment is refreshed with every breath;
who are quietly content (which is not to say inert or passive)
in spite of all that life appears to heave at them
blessed are those who know these contented ones,
who count them among their friends and neighbours,
who seek them out for their simple wisdom, knowing
they have nothing to spin or sell – nothing to bestow
other than their crazy head-shaking heart-healing joy:
miriam louisa
http://echoesfromemptiness.com/2015/06/08/blessed-are-those/
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