BLISSFULLY UNAWARE "...ineffable rapture..." AUGUST 31 2018 "...hobbled and hollow-boned..." " ... effulgent nothingness.."

...it's not news that every sunrise is "Different"....
...however this morning's experience was "off the charts"...
...never did get a camera setting to quite match what we Saw/Experienced.....
....so you will see an assortment of camera settings for sunrise this morning.

APPRECIATION ERASES THE MINDING-MIND
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THE ONE ETERNAL MOMENT OF “WHAT IS”
IS ALL THAT IS
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BE BREATH!!!!
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A TRANSPARENT CONDUIT
 “BLISSFULLY UNAWARE OF DRAMA”*
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3:42 AM-8/31/18
*Justin 8/9/18

Suddenly a familiar
yet most overwhelming emotion
shook me through.
I saw our sun.

I knew that it could not be our sun, which had begotten our earth,
and that we were an infinite distance away,
but somehow all through me I recognized
that it was exactly the same sun as ours,
its copy and double.

A sweet and moving delight
echoed rapturously through my soul.
The dear power of light,
of that same light which had given me birth,
touched my heart and revived it,
and I felt life,
​ the old life,
for the first time since my death.

Oh, now — life, life!
I lifted my hands and called upon the eternal truth,
not called, but wept.
Rapture, ineffable rapture exalted all my being.
Yes, to live.​

All are tending to one and the same goal,
at least all aspire to the same goal,
from the wise man to the lowest murderer,
but only by different ways.
It is an old truth, but there is this new in it:
I cannot go far astray.

The living image of what I saw will be with me always,
and will correct and guide me always.
Oh, I am strong and fresh,
I can go on, go on, even for a thousand years.​

I saw the truth.
I saw and know that men could be beautiful and happy,
without losing the capacity to live upon the earth.
I will not,
I cannot believe that evil is the normal condition of men…

I saw the truth,
I did not invent it with my mind.
I saw, saw, and her living image filled my soul for ever.
I saw her in such consummate perfection
that I cannot possibly believe that she was not among men.
How can I then go astray? …

The living image of what I saw will be with me always,
and will correct and guide me always.
Oh, I am strong and fresh,
I can go on, go on, even for a thousand years.​

And it is so simple…

The one thing is
— love thy neighbor as thyself --
that is the one thing.

Sunrise Light Reflecting in Cottage Windows

That is all,
nothing else is needed.
You will instantly find how to live.
~Fyodor Dostoyevsky
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2018/08/30/28022/

 AFTERNOON

I take off my clothes,
lift them to my face,
inhale the fragrance of my skin.
By what alchemy was that unique odour created?

I soak in the bath,
submerged to my chin.
Wetness, warmth: what registers these sensations
yet never gets wet?  

I towel-dry my mop of silver hair.
I marvel that it grows, it falls out;
more grows, automatically.
Can I spin one thread of hair?

I trim a toenail.
How does this perfect toe-guard
know how to grow?
Is there a how-to manual for nails (and hair and cells)?

My scissors slip.
I watch my bright blood slowly seep,
congeal, clot (or not).
Can I control a clot?

I listen to the ambient sounds of my environment.
By what miracle can I hear
the kettle boiling urgently,
and those rowdy Kookaburras?

I make coffee and slowly savour the flavour,
asking myself,
(eyes shut)
Where exactly is ‘taste’ located?  

  Then, uninvited,
​the mother of all questions shows up:
Where’s my world viewed from?
I gaze undistractedly
at my coffee cup.

I can’t find a point of perspective.
So then I try to find a viewer.
Can I find a fixed point,
a “me”?

Almost 75 years of wondering,
​ checking for myself,
what can I report?
Well, as the saying goes:
​ All the lights are on but
no one’s home.

I imagined myself into existence,
only to find I am unfindable.
What I find is inescapable space.
Space that’s unimagined, and unarguably aware.

Space – ceaselessly birthing
all experience in, and as, time,
including this tricky two-step called
BE-ing.

Aware space, dancing
as every sensation, feeling, thought,
every belief – questioned or not,
every thing and every no-thing too.  ​

​And I,
​ hobbled and hollow-boned,
know its fancy footwork as my own.

Don’t you just love the way a few moments
of empty-mind
spiked with questions
of the unanswerable kind
can deliver you to your
​ effulgent nothingness?

– with a deep bow, ml
​
miriam louisa
​https://echoesfromemptiness.com/2018/08/30/how-a-few-moments-of-empty-mind-spiked-with-questions-of-the-unanswerable-kind-can-deliver-you-to-your-effulgent-nothingness/