(BUT SEEMINGLY REAL)
CENTERPONT OF AKASHA TAO CORE STILLNESS
AS THE DERVISH WHIRLS
EXHANGE RUNAWAY WHIRRING
GERBIL WHELL/WHEEL CAGE
SOUL TAO CORE CENTERPOINT
FLINGING OUT OF
THE HOLY FOOL DERVISH
FORMLESSNESS IN FORM
FORM IN FORMLESSNESS
THE ‘BOO’ MOMENT*
God will just pop up one day as you amble along,
jumping out when you least expect Her
with a BOO loud enough
to stop your mind and your heart forever.
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TAO’S SILENT CORE
THE FOREVER IMMORTALITY
HUMANS’ PURE EVIL
IN ALL EONS AND DIMENSIONS
See this OceanSpeak for Lengthy and Excellent quotes/descriptions by Arthur Guirdham- HOSTAGE TO THE DEVIL & More:
the spears of the world’s evil....
that it was given to me to absorb in my being
the evil and tension that made others sick,
and, under the beautiful, indifferent moon,
I was afraid but in a distant and impersonal way
because I knew
that there was nothing I could do to avoid it.”
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To whoever is not listening to the sea
this Friday morning, to whoever is cooped up
in house or office, factory or woman
or street or mine or harsh prison cell:
to him I come, and, without speaking or looking,
and a vibration starts up, vague and insistent,
a great fragment of thunder sets in motion
the rumble of the planet and the foam,
the raucous rivers of the ocean flood,
the star vibrates swiftly in its corona,
and the sea is beating,
dying and continuing.
I ceaselessly must listen to and keep
the sea's lamenting in my awareness,
I must feel the crash of the hard water
and gather it up in a perpetual cup
wherever they suffer the autumn's castigation,
I may be there with an errant wave,
I may move, passing through windows,
and hearing me, eyes will glance upward
saying "How can I reach the sea?"
the starry echoes of the wave,
a breaking up of foam and of quicksand,
a rustling of salt withdrawing,
the grey cry of sea-birds on the coast.
freedom and the sea
will make their
answer to the shuttered heart.
- John O'Donohue
When we domesticate our minds and hearts,
we reduce our lives.
We disinherit ourselves as children of the universe.
Almost without knowing it,
we slip inside ready-made roles and routines
which then set the frames of our possibilities.
We acquire sets of convictions in relation
to politics, religion and work.
We parrot these back and forth to each other,
as if they were absolute insights.
these frames of belief function as self-constructed barriers,
fragile cliches pulled
around our lives to keep out the mystery.
The game of society
helps us to forget the unknown...
we comply so totally with its unwritten rules.
In a city at morning,
you see the lines of traffic
and the rows of faces all on their way to work.
We show up.
We behave ourselves.
We obey fashion and taste.
We bind our lives up in solid chains of forced connections
that block and fixate us.
This silences the voices within us
that are always urging us to change and become free.
Our sense of uncertainty and our need for security
nail our world down.
the prison of routine and repetition.
Your response to the invitation at the edge of your life
becomes reduced to a series of automatic reflexes.
We live so much of our one life
with the same automatic blindness of adaptation.
a wall has grown between you
and the native forces of your experiences.
You go through life only half aware...
This subtle conditioning
becomes so effortless
that you are only half present in your life.
The same deep nature is within us.
Each person is an incredibly
and open-ended work of art.
We live at the heart of our own intimacy,
yet we are strangers
to its endless nature.
from the surface constraints
and visit the wild places within us
and answer the question: Who are you?
Who are you behind your role?
Who are you behind your words?
Who are you before
you slip back safely behind
the mask and the name
by which you are known during the day?
you will break through the prison of certainty
and bring light wherever you go.
From: Eternal Echoes
The "BOO!" Moment