LIBERATED
BEYOND THE LIES
WELCOMING
MY OWN LOCKED-AWAY
GLORY TO THE LIGHT OF
BREATH.*
<
IMMORTALS’ NOW IS WITHOUT
“MY OWN” OR EVEN A
“NOW”
<
THE TRANSPARENT CONDUIT
ALWAYS
ALL WAYS
JUST IS
SINCE BEFORE LIFE & DEATH
&
BEYOND FOREVER
&
SO IT IS
∞
ATIAH
ew
4:17 AM-6/23/18
ew
*From Random Pick Archived Whisper
2003
4:36AM-3/24/03
Youthanasia Acres
see next Whisper below...for the full 3/24/14 Whisper
Also See Read more at end of Afternoon Photos
LIBERATED
BEYOND THE LIES
WELCOMING
MY OWN LOCKED-AWAY
GLORY TO THE LIGHT OF
BREATH.
THE MORE WITHIN,
THE LESS
SHADOWS FOR OTHERS TO DEVOUR
IN FACT
IN AN INSTANT
POOF!
THE SHADOWS ARE GONE.
ew
4:36AM-3/24/03
Youthanasia Acres
BAUBO IS THE BARDO
OF
"A TIMELINE WRITTEN SOMEWHERE ELSE"
dmm/ew
8:07AM-6/23/18
(see next quote in this color font)
BAUBO IS THE BARDO
OF
"A TIMELINE WRITTEN SOMEWHERE ELSE"
dmm/ew
8:07AM-6/23/18
(see quote below in this color font)
A cosmic sort of exhaustion can come at times,
where we find ourselves in the bardo
between one moment and the next.
We can’t quite go back to the way it was,
but the rebirth has yet to appear.
We are asked to marinate in the womb of now,
tend to the groundlessness,
and find refuge in the unknown:
to be midwife to the darkened illumination.
all around and inside us,
but their appearance is governed by
a timeline written somewhere else.
Matt Licata
Excerpt from:
Today may not be the day for answers
http://alovinghealingspace.blogspot.com/2018/06/today-may-not-be-day-for-answers.html
AFTERNOON.........
From Unpublished Archives
SILENT'S SONGS
February 2003
Youthanasia Acres
Near Dublin, Indiana
Silence that avoids Truth is debilitating.
Silence that Is Truth is All that Is.
O One that Exhaled me into form
INHALES ME GENTLY HOME.
TAKING ALL SILENCE THAT FESTERS
LEAVING ONLY THE
SILENCE OF ALL THAT IS
ew
4:33AM-2/1/03
ME OF MY OWN DESTINY.
AS LONG AS I SAVED THEM
I AVOIDED KNOWING WHAT CANNOT BE AVOIDED
ew
4:31AM-2/3/03
WITHOUT A MURMER
INSURES GENTLE INHALATIONS
INTO YOU O BLESSED ONE.
ew
4:44AM-2/3/03
THE TEMPERING OF ABSORPTIONS.
NO WONDER! NO WONDER! DEAR GOD
MY SOUL HIDES IN THEE
THERE CAN BE NOTHING ELSE.
BURNED AND CONSUMED
BY BREATH ALONE
UNTIL THE BREATHER
CLAIMS ALL SHADOWS
AFTER THE ASH
FIRE ALONE
IT REPEATS & REPEATS
DISAPPEARING THESE FEEBLE
VAULT WORDS
ew
4:43AM-2/6/03
Yet It cannot be seen by the eyes.
In silence,
A subtler inner eye opens
That sees the Real underlying all appearances.
Wu Hsin
Baubo as Bardo Archetype
& More