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EXTRAORDINARILY UNSPEAKABLY......     "Life is my tattoo."        "...unappeasable homesickness..."     Milestone    1/5/18

1/5/2018

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ALL IS
 EXTRAORDINARILY
UNSPEAKABLY
 ALIVE AND WELL...
∞

...UNLESS THOUGHTS/PERCEPTIONS TARRY
THAT
SAY OTHERWISE
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2:44 AM-1/5/18

Oh soul, you worry too much.
 You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less, why do you worry?
You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
Rumi

There is a morning inside you
waiting to burst open into Light.

~Rumi

Observe the wonders as they occur around you.
Don't claim them.
Feel the artistry moving through,
and be silent.

Rumi

With patience view the density of others
as a necessary timing mechanism
that allows their growth to be supported
by the strength derived from adversity.

Almine




AFTERNOON....
Below in this color font
My Tattoo Artist
by
Tamara Madison

Your ex-wife’s name on your chest
A tsunami crashes on your left thigh
and on your right – a colorful glob
I can’t decipher from across
the coffee table.

I have my hair still dark in places
but mostly white, tufting out
around my face.

You have a vine with roses
twining around your left arm;
I have scars on my forearms
from sizzling cookie sheets.

You have your German Shepherd’s
portrait on the other arm
and I have a bristling halo of lines
radiating out from my lips.

You have four lines from a poem
by Rumi in blue ink on your back;
I have puckering skin on my belly
where my babies and the sun
have done their handiwork.

You got yours in a shop on 4th Street;
I got mine everywhere I’ve ever been.
Life is my tattoo.

My Tattoo Artist
by
Tamara Madison

http://www.yourdailypoem.com/listpoem.jsp?poem_id=1913
Elsewhere in his writings about the Bushmen, Sir Laurens wrote of
‘This shrill, brittle, self-important life of today is by comparison
a graveyard where the living are dead and the dead
are alive
and talking
[through our soul] in the still, small, clear voice
of a love and trust in life that we have for the moment lost…

​
[there was a time when]
All on earth and in the universe were still members and family of the early race seeking comfort and warmth through the long, cold night before the dawning of individual consciousness in a togetherness which still
gnaws like an unappeasable homesickness
at the base of the human heart
’

(Testament to the Bushmen,
1984, pp.127–128 of 176)
.

https://www.humancondition.com/wtm-emails/sir-laurens-van-der-posts-vision/
I know how precious the truth Sir Laurens resurrected was
because it was able to save my soul from extinction
.
Some time in my late teenage years, my mother, Jill Griffith, gave me a copy of a book by Sir Laurens
(I think it was his 1952 book Venture to the Interior
because I remember the zebras pictured on the cover)
and it was this book, and then Sir Laurens’ two main books about the Bushmen, The Lost World of the Kalahari (1958) and The Heart of the Hunter (1961),
which I sought out soon after reading the first book,
that gave me the confirmation I needed
that my very different unresigned,
denial-free, unevasive way of thinking
wasn’t some form of madness
.
As some evidence of how precious Sir Laurens’ writings have been to me,
these original copies of The Lost World of the Kalahari
and
The Heart of the Hunter are now so tattered from use
they are held together by lots of tape and some string.
Jeremy Griffith

https://www.humancondition.com/wtm-emails/sir-laurens-van-der-posts-vision/
‘We live in a sunset hour of time.
We need to recognize and develop that aspect of ourselves
of which the moon bears the image.
It is our own shy intuitions of renewal,
which walk in our spiritual night
as Porcupine walked by the light of the moon,
that need helping on the way.
It is as if I hear the wind bringing up behind me the voice of Mantis,
the infinite in the small,
calling from the stone age to an age of men with hearts of stone,
commanding us with the authentic voice of eternal renewal:
“You must henceforth be the moon.
You must shine at night.
By your shining shall you lighten the darkness
until the sun rises again to light up all things for men”’

(The Heart of the Hunter, 1961, p.233 of 233).

https://www.humancondition.com/wtm-emails/sir-laurens-van-der-posts-vision/
(See Read More at end for
"These wild people....")
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November 15, 2012
Close your eyes and gaze at the flame that lit your senses.  
~Rumi

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February 6, 2016 GODSEED Cover Photo by Charles Niemann
Note above: in dmm shadow in wet sand...
...foot prints of."The Scream" of lifetimes
is being washed away by ocean waters & Sun Light
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The Scream - Edvard Munch
​(See Read More below for
"These wild people....")

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EFFORTLESS EASE EVERSHINING     "...an organic pace."                                           Sunrise/Afternoon  Dec 9, 2017

12/9/2017

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THE GRACE OF EVERSHINING’S OVERFLOW
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EFFORTLESS EASE IN ALL DIMENSIONS
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2:59 AM-12/9/17

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Learning to be measured, to be steady in our pace,
is a process that must take place in the body.
When we strive to do things we are learning strife.
When we strain we are leaning strain.
In time practice helps us learn to move more easily,
to be un-driven, to flow.
Study the way waves wash onto the shore,
or the way rings float out on a lake
when a pebble splashes through the surface,
moving without apparent effort. There is
an organic pace to this. We, too, have an organic pace.
Silence can help us feel it.

When we sit quietly we will sense
how long an interval of siting is right for us.
When we practice steadily we will also know
how often to return to silence in any given day.

~Gunilla Norris
just a few moments.
really.  just a few moments can make all the difference in all that we know…
….we think we know……
inquiry for today~  can you find 20 minutes to sit? even in the parking lot of wherever you are…..check in…..re-discover the meaning behind your day…….

https://makebelieveboutique.com/2017/12/08/26616/
We all have places in our lives
that we unconsciously avoid giving too much awareness to.
These places remain in the shadows, in the dark unknown.
The more in touch we are with who we truly are-
joyful, free, selfless, and pure-
the more those shadows recede.  

  ~Daju Suzanne Friedman
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2017/12/08/26616/
Nowhere to run.
No secret trap doors.
No meditating it away.
No hiding out in the present moment.
The only way out is through.
Into the arms of the beloved,
in whatever form he or she happens to take.
Into our own arms,
and into the unresolvable mysteries of separation and union.
Perhaps there are none which are sweeter.
And fiercer.
And darker.
And filled with light.
Matt Licata
full article here:

http://alovinghealingspace.blogspot.com/2017/12/the-temple-of-human-intimacy.html
 AFTERNOON.................
Above
.....FIRST TIME TO RIDE "MY" BICYCLE...AROUND NOON TODAY!
  WHAT UNFETTERED JOY!!!
See Read More Section at end of below OceanSpeak
re: how the bicycle Appeared!
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-and-more/agree-with-thine-adversary-womb-of-creation-life-is-art-sunriseafternoon-dec-5-2012
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When the human heart becomes conscious of God
it turns into the sea and it spreads;
it extends the waves of its love to friend and foe.
Spreading further and further
it attains perfection.

Hazrat Kahn


   from  http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/XIV/XIV_2_15.htm

I AM FOREVER walking upon these shores,
Betwixt the sand and the foam,
The high tide will erase my foot-prints,
And the wind will blow away the foam.
But the sea and the shore will remain
Forever.

K. Gibran
Sand and Foam

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