Category: Celebration - Dorothea Mills

"Incandescent Walking" "Flying Without Wings" Sunrise/Afternoon June 14, 2015

6/14/2015

NOTHING THAT IS REAL
HAS HUMAN WORDS TO EXPRESS
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ONLY THE SILENT-SONGING LIFE-LIVED
CAN SPEAK THIS LANGUAGE
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AN ”INCANDESCENCE WALKING”*

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*LindaCarol A.
6:59 AM
6/14/2015

You have heard of flying with wings,
but can you fly without wings?

You have heard of the knowledge that knows,
but can you practice
the knowledge that doesn’t know?

Consider a window: it is just
a hole in the wall, but because of it
the whole room is filled with light.

Thus, when the mind is open
and free of its own thoughts,
life unfolds effortlessly,
and the whole world is filled with light.

The Second Book of The Tao
Compiled and adapted from the Chuang-tze and the Chung Yung,
with commentaries
by
Stephen Mitchell
p. 32

Wisdom is not a something, to grasp or to have.
When you discover the extent of your own ignorance, it’s like a revelation.

“You mean that nothing I believe is true?”
Suddenly a window appears in the hermetic chamber.
A little openness becomes available.
A little humility.

Eventually you realize
that there’s nowhere the light doesn’t penetrate,
nowhere the non-wings can’t fly.

Stephen Mitchell Commentary
The Second Book of The Tao
p. 33

This frog jumped seemingly out of nowhere onto camera bag as i was rinsing feet at the hydrant. He then jumped up to my shoulder and sat for the longest....with head turned towards the heavens the whole time........then onto the pole near my window.
Perhaps this is one that i rescued when it was a tadpole?
He certainly seemed to know me.

Backward Eyes-Pure Space-Timeless Stillness Sunrise/Afternoon June 12, 2015

6/12/2015

With all its eyes the natural world looks out into the Open.
Only our eyes are turned backward,
surrounding plant, animal, child like traps,
as they emerge into their freedom.

We know what is really out there
only from the animal's gaze;
for we take the very young child and force it around,
so that it sees objects - not the Open,
which is so deep in animals' faces.
Free from death.

We, only, can see death;
the free animal has its decline in back of it, forever,
and God in front,
and when it moves,
it moves already in eternity, like a fountain.

. Never, not for a single day,
do we have before us that pure space into which
flowers endlessly open.
Always there is World and never Nowhere without the No:
that pure unseparated element which one breathes without desire
and endlessly knows.

A child may wander there for hours,
through the timeless stillness,
may get lost in it and be shaken back.
Or someone dies and is it.

For, nearing death,
one doesn't see death;
but stares beyond,
perhaps with an animal's vast gaze.

Lovers,
if the beloved were not there blocking the view,
are close to it, and marvel...
As if by some mistake, it opens for them behind each other...
But neither can move past the other,
and it changes back to World.

Forever turned toward objects,
we see in them the mere reflection of the realm of freedom,
which we have dimmed.
Or when some animal mutely, serenely,
looks us through and through.

That is what fate means: to be opposite,
to be opposite and nothing else, forever.

–Rainer Maria Rilke
http://deathdeconstructed.blogspot.com/2015/06/to-be-opposite.html

FLIGHT LESSONS
Today we got IN the ocean.....only in the shallow tides as breakers very strong.
Remembering a few days ago, that Big Bird swooped over me AFTER i was in the water with the seaweed...
see:
http://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-and-more/original-visionquiet-wombprimordial-core
May 30, 2015

....today, i wondered if she would do the same.
...and SURE ENOUGH,
1) she came within 10 ft of my head AFTER i got out of the water.
About 20 minutes later, we suddenly knew to honour her appearance with practicing my own Winged Flight at water's edge...afterwards,.i rested flat on my back with eyes closed...
2) a shadow came to my inner closed eyes...and with quickly opened eyes i saw her flying above me, then towards the oceanfront homes on the dunes.
She had returned again! Seemingly out of nowhere...
3) After a quick nap, i strolled back to the north....smiling and infused with the appearance of the bird today.....re-remembering how the bird appeared before when i was IN the water..... the sun is very bright....a shadow comes across my form...look up.... it is Big Bird circling between me and the sun...circling and gliding for about 30 seconds before she flew south...

∞

VAST VOID CORE
ORIGINAL SILENCE
FULLS EVERY PHYSICAL CELL
WITH
“OLDER THAN GOD’S”
PEACE THAT PASSETH UNDERSTANDING
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GENTLY SWOONS AND SOOTHES
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4:21 AM
6/12/2015

∞

See Read More below for full Rilke poem

"Older Than God" Sunrise/Afternoon June 1, 2015

6/1/2015

Below: these two larger-than-gulls are suddenly Appearing right over my head as above photo finishes....
It is after this Climatic-Conclusion to the Inner/Outer Experiences of the beach morning,
that i am Danced and Played thru a new-to-me camera setting which is MUCH Clearer and can capture VERY long distance shots.
Remaining photos after the birds below are with the new setting.
Please see Read More a end for "the rest of the story" details.

MIND WITH NO-MIND
LEAVING ALL PERCEPTIONS TO GRACE ALONE

GRACE ONLY OCCURS BEYOND MIND

WITHOUT MIND TO MIND, LABEL AND DESTROY
ALL IS PERPETUAL ETERNAL GRACE

ERASING ALL THAT IS NOT REAL
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“OLDER THAN GOD”*
IS ALL THAT IS
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4:31 AM
6/1/2015

*Tao Te Ching#4
Stephen Mitchell Trans.
http://acc6.its.brooklyn.cuny.edu/~phalsall/texts/taote-v3.html

http://genius.com/2139315/Lao-tzu-tao-te-ching/The-tao-that-can-be-told-is-not-the-eternal-tao-the-name-that-can-be-named-is-not-the-eternal

True art reveals there is no void
Or darkness.
There is no loneliness to the clear-eyed mystic
In this luminous, brimming
Playful world.
–Hafiz

Happiness Floats

Since there is no place large enough
To contain so much happiness,
You shrug, you raise your hands
, and it flows out of you
Into everything you touch.

You are not responsible.

You take no credit,
as the night sky takes no credit
For the moon, but continues to hold it,
and to share it,
And in that way, be known.

–Naomi Shihab Nye
Excerpt above
full Sharing here:
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/05/happiness-floats.html

It is not the work that hinders (peace)
but the idea that it is you who are doing it.
—Sri Ramana Maharshi

"The Keeper of Nothingness" Torus Ouroboros Full Circle All Eternal Timelines Sunrise/Afternoon May 24, 2015

5/24/2015

AWARENESS BEYOND AWARENESS SUFFICETH
SOUL DOES NOT THINK OR TALK
JUST IS
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OVERFLOW OF EVERSHINING FIRE
WHICH ERASES ALL VOLITION AND ABSORBTION

ONLY THE GREAT NOTHING REMAINS
SIMPLY BE BREATH
THAT IS ALL
ew
4:27 AM
5/24/15

The suitors came a-courting –
some to convert; others
to conquer.

They built their bowers
and cast their glittering nets
but

it was a bet against nothing
and nothing always
won.

See, I was taken at birth by
a groom I could never meet;
wed for life to Its presence

(inescapably cradled,
unconditionally
loved)

our consummation flowering
in my disappearance –
afresh in every instant.

My groom is the keeper of nothingness:
the nothing that can’t be named
or owned, yet

overflowingly fulfills.
It is my constant consort.
And so, tonight

I drink my wine and dance
alone.
How could I be happier?
miriam louisa

http://echoesfromemptiness.com/2015/05/23/a-bet-against-nothing/

Leave it all behind you.
Forget it.
Go forth, unburdened with ideas and beliefs.
Abandon all verbal structures,
all relative truth,
all tangible objectives.
–Nisargadatta Maharaj
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/05/go-forth.html

Divine Irony of Longing for Silence Sunrise/Afternoon May 23, 2015

5/23/2015

Longing<Wailing for SILENCE in my soul…
(snake is only a stick…)
The soul is Nothing but SILENCE
Be That
And So It
Is
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3:31 AM
5/23/15

You ask why I make my home
in the mountain forest
and I smile, and am silent,
and even my soul remains quiet:
It lives in the other world
which no one owns.
The peach trees blossom.
The water flows.
—Li Po
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/05/you-ask-why-i-make-my-home-in-mountain.html

The act of trying to find the way home is what
convinces us we are lost.
We are not lost, we are not alone, and we have
never left home.
—Rumi
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/05/we-are-not-lost.html

Stay open and quiet, that is all.
What you seek is so near you that there
is no place for a way.
—Nisargadatta Maharaj
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/05/hush.html

The Self is like a powerful magnet within us.
It draws us gradually to itself, though we imagine we are going to It of our own accord:
when we are near enough, It puts an end to our activities, makes us still,
and then swallows up our personal current, thus killing our wrong personality.
It overwhelms the intellect and over floods the whole being.

We think we are meditating upon It and developing towards It,
whereas the truth is that we are iron filings and It is the Atman-magnet
that is pulling us towards Itself.
Thus the process of finding the Self
is a form of Divine magnetism.
–Sri Ramana Maharshi
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/05/divine-magnetism.html

Just be the Self. The ultimate truth is so simple;
it is nothing more than being in one’s natural, original state.

It is a great wonder that to teach such a simple truth
a number of religions should be necessary,
and so many disputes should go on between them
as to which is the God-ordained teaching.

What a pity!
Just be the Self, that is all.

–Ramana Maharshi
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-ultimate-truth.html

Multidimensional Sovereignty

Practice powerful alchemical exercises.
In a dedicated moment, imagine some aspect of the collective pain;
breath it into your heart and breathe it out transformed.
Stay in your heart and in the NOW offering both your joy and gratitude
from the awareness of your multidimensional sovereignty.
Peggy Black
See Read More for Full Article and Source of Information

A Death into No-Name Life Sunrise/Afternoon May 19, 2015

5/19/2015

A RETURNING HOME

A DEATH INTO LIFE ITSELF THAT HAS NO NAME

PURPOSE OR PREACHING...

INVISIBLE AS THE BREEZE

SOMETIMES PERCEIVED BY THE SENSES AND SOMETIMES NOT.

STILL OR BLUSTERY, AIR JUST

IS

ew
3:55 AM
5/19/15

A RETURNING HOME
A DEATH INTO LIFE ITSELF THAT HAS NO NAME
PURPOSE OR PREACHING...

INVISIBLE AS THE BREEZE
SOMETIMES PERCEIVED BY THE SENSES AND SOMETIMES NOT.

STILL OR BLUSTERY, AIR JUST
IS

ew
3:55 AM
5/19/15

The body
is a single creature, whole,
its life is one, never less than one, or more,
so is its world, and so
are two bodies in their love for one another
one. In ignorance of this
we talk ourselves to death.
–Wendell Berry
Sabbaths, XIV
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/05/never-less-than-one-or-more.html

In fact, my soul and yours are the same,
You appear in me, I in you,

We hide in each other.
—Rumi
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/05/in-fact.html

Centered .... "....original, pristine spectacularness" Sunrise/Afternoon May 14, 2015

5/14/2015

Thus the lucky, brave, or innocent individual
who receives this intoxication of absolute wonder-
of the complete non-understanding of all that 'is', including their own self-
no longer needs a reasonable explanation of life,
because they are wholly free from the mind's interventions;
for them there is nothing gained by trying to apprehend an explanation
...of the unexplainable.
Ideas no longer matter, knowledge is gone for good, and the whole of life
swells and returns to its
original pristine spectacularness.

"...I start to float away,
and the whole world seems very stange,
in a pleasant kind of way."
Blue Rodeo

Jack Hass
The Way of Wonder
p. 160
http://www.jackhaas.net/books.htm
http://www.jackhaas.net/links.htm

At the center of your being, you have the answer;
you know who you are and you know what you want.
—Lao Tzu
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/05/question_13.html

In the point of rest at the center of our being,
we encounter a world
where all things are at rest in the same way.

Then a tree becomes a mystery,
a cloud a revelation,
each man a cosmos of whose riches
we can only catch glimpses.
—Dag Hammarskjöld
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/05/rest-at-center.html

The center clears.
Knowing comes: The body is not singular like a corpse,
but singular like a salt grain still in the side of the mountain.
–Rumi
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/05/singular.html

…stay at the center of the circle and let all things take their course.
—Lao Tzu
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/05/not-to-worry_13.html

When we understand,
we are at the centre of the circle
and there we sit
while Yes and No
chase each other around the circumference.
–Chuang Tzu
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/05/when-we-understand.html

Pure Receptivity Sunrise/Afternoon May 12, 2015

5/12/2015

Man has become addicted to the drug named "intellect"
and under its influence compulsively analyzes everything, cogitating, speculating
and making all simple things complicated.

This addiction can only be gotten rid of
by unconditional surrender
to the proces of pure receptivity.
Ramsesh S. Balsekar
Net of Jewels

The Great Way is not difficult for those who have no preferences.
When love and hate are both absent,
everything becomes clear and undisguised.
- Sengtsan, Hsin Hsin Ming

O tongue, you are an endless treasure.
O tongue, you are also an endless disease.
Rumi.

''BE NOT ASHAMED WOMEN.
YOU ARE THE GATES OF THE BODY,
THE GATES OF THE SOUL.''
—Walt Whitman
http://wombwisdom.me/index.php?section=1

THIS IS A TIME FOR YOU TO LEARN THE POWER OF LOVE** AND INNER SENSES…
HOLD IN HOLY QUIET AND TOTAL LOVE…
**A LOVE THAT IS BEYOND LOVE....
AND MY WORK CAN CONTINUE MORE EFFICIENTLY.
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TAKE NO THOUGHT FOR THE BEHAVIORS OF AN OTHER’S FORM
ANY MORE THAN YOU CONCERN YOURSELF WITH DAILY MEAT AND SUSTENANCE…
YOU HAVE LEARNED TO KNOW ONLY ME, AND DAILY NEEDS ARE PROVIDED.
THIS TOOK YOU QUITE A TIME TO REMEMBER…
AND NOW YOU MUST REMEMBER THIS WITH ALL OTHER PEOPLE ON EARTH…
ESPECIALLY WITH THE HOLY GIFT…
AS YOU HAVE REMEMBERED IT WELL WITH ALL OTHERS,
NOW LIVE IT WITH HIM
RELEASE HIM, AND ALL,
FROM ALL THOUGHT OF EXPECTATION…

BY SIMPLY KNOWING, BEYOND AWARENESS, WHAT I HAVE GIVEN TO YOU,
IT COMES INTO FORM IN DIVINE TIME…
THERE IS NO NEED TO PUSH THE RIVER OR ATTEMPT TO BRING ABOUT PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION…
ANY ATTEMPTS BY YOU ONLY IMPEDE MY MOVEMENT
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Transcending Possession
approx. 1992
slightly updated 5/12/15
Words Scribed from that which is “older than God”*
*#4 Tao

Leaving manhood behind, there's no doubt you'll become an angel;
The earth you'll leave then, and head for Heaven.
Transcending the angel,
become an ocean,
whose each drop will be larger than the countless Seas of Oman.
Rumi

a Love that is "beyond love"....
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***********************

It isn't fame or fortune, not even the greatest of worldly love that determines our true worth in life, let alone our value to the world in which we live.
Everything depends upon what we love above all else.
Whoever has the love of Truth in his or her heart... has everything.

Guy Finley

"the primordial call" Sunrise/Afternoon May 7, 2015

5/7/2015

"the primordial call"
"The Longing"
"Lay Bare Your Soul's Agony"

Gangaji speaks about the call that comes from deep within – the aching longing to know again what has been ever known, purely and absolutely, to be the truth of who one is.
2.07 minutes. video on below webpage

http://thisunlitlight.com/2015/05/06/the-primordial-call/
(Shared by miriam louisa)

"There is only one state.
When corrupted and tainted by self-identification,
it is known as an individual.

When merely tinted by the sense of presence,
of animated consciousness,
it is the impersonal witnessing.

When it remains in its pristine purity,
untainted and untinted in primal repose,
it is the Absolute."

A Net of Jewels
Ramesh Balsekar

Life has forced me
to Remember
the
Primordial “I AM”.

dmm - 1989

Oh fly , of fly, O my soul-bird,
fly to your primordial home!
You have escaped from the cage now-
your wings are spread in the air.
Oh travel from brackish water
now to the fountain of life!
Return from the place of the sandals
now to the high seat of souls!
Go on! Go on! we are going,
and we are coming, O soul,
From this world of separation
to union, a world beyond worlds!
Rumi

From Look! This Is Love Translated by Annemarie Schimmel
http://rumi-poem.blogspot.com/2013/03/how-should-soul.html

4
The Tao is like a well:
used but never used up.
It is like the eternal void:
filled with infinite possibilities.

It is hidden but always present.
I don't know who gave birth to it.
It is older than God.
http://acc6.its.brooklyn.cuny.edu/~phalsall/texts/taote-v3.html#4

"....Before ever words were uttered...." Sunrise/Afternoon April 26, 2015

4/26/2015

In the immediacy of Mystical Experience,
There is no interpreting,
Or seeking to understand...

No utterance of words at all.

Only after the fact do some,
Driven by the mind's compulsion,
Apply name and form to the nameless and formless.

They may do so with loving intent,
Allowing the mind to celebrate and revel,
In the only way it knows.

But in time, as others take their words,
And seek to emulate their Subjective Experience,
All manner of divergence and debate arises...

And the Fragrance of The Beloved is lost,
The Light of Heaven dimmed,
And Love diminished.

They become soldiers of "belief",
Having never known, themselves,
The Immediacy of Mystical Experience.

What to do?
For this seems simply in the nature of things,
Arising again and again, in every age.

Experience,
Interpretation,
Dogma.

I will leave off interpretation and dogma,
And rest in this Exquisite Experience of Being,
Emanating its Qualities and Attributes...

In a language spoken,
Before ever words were uttered,
And Heaven and Earth were torn asunder.
Chuck Surface

www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved
April 25.2015 post

In the immediacy of Mystical Experience,
There is no interpreting,
Or seeking to understand...

No utterance of words at all.

Only after the fact do some,
Driven by the mind's compulsion,
Apply name and form to the nameless and formless.

They may do so with loving intent,
Allowing the mind to celebrate and revel,
In the only way it knows.

But in time, as others take their words,
And seek to emulate their Subjective Experience,
All manner of divergence and debate arises...

And the Fragrance of The Beloved is lost,
The Light of Heaven dimmed,
And Love diminished.

They become soldiers of "belief",
Having never known, themselves,
The Immediacy of Mystical Experience.

What to do?
For this seems simply in the nature of things,
Arising again and again, in every age.

Experience,
Interpretation,
Dogma.

I will leave off interpretation and dogma,
And rest in this Exquisite Experience of Being,
Emanating its Qualities and Attributes...

In a language spoken,
Before ever words were uttered,
And Heaven and Earth were torn asunder.
Chuck Surface

www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved
April 25.2015 post

Alchemical Transmutation Sunrise/Afternoon April 25, 2015

4/25/2015

REMEMBER ONLY SOUL’S PURPOSE
THE ANTIDOTE TO ALL HORRORS
WHICH CAN NO LONGER BE HORRORS
ONLY FUEL FOR EVERSHINING
THE TRANSMUTATION
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3:49 AM
4/25/15

“Nobody can fall so low unless he has a great depth.
If such a thing can happen to a man,
it challenges his best and highest on the other side;
that is to say, this depth corresponds to a potential height,
and the blackest darkness to a hidden light.”
― Carl Jung

The secret is that only that which can destroy itself is truly alive.
~Carl Jung -Psychology and Alchemy
www.gnosis.org

in all chaos there is a cosmos
in all disorder, a secret order
CG Jung

“Nobody can fall so low unless he has a great depth.
If such a thing can happen to a man, it challenges his best and highest on the other side; that is to say, this depth corresponds to a potential height,
and the blackest darkness to a hidden light.”
― Carl Jung

"Until you make the unconscious conscious
it will direct your life and you will call it fate."
- Carl Jung

The seductive lure of romantic love, which so dominates western culture, hooks us due to the profound confusion of a projection with what it is aiming toward. We fall in love with Love, and lose the growth which soul demands
. - Dr. James Hollis, Jungian Analyst

“The paradox of individuation is that we best serve intimate relationship by becoming sufficiently developed in ourselves that we do not need to feed off others.”
― James Hollis, The Middle Passage: From Misery to Meaning in Midlife

“One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious. . . .
This procedure, however, is disagreeable and therefore not very popular.”
CG Jung
http://thesunmagazine.org/issues/385/through_a_glass_darkly?print=all

"Before You Think Yourself to Pieces"....... Sunrise/Afternoon April 12, 2015

4/12/2015

Place everything you can perceive--
everything you can
see,
hear,
smell,
taste,
or touch,
upon the altar of this moment
and give thanks.

It is over so soon--
this expression,
this single moment of your precious life,
this one heart
pounding itself open
with fear or wild joy,

this one breath rising
in the cold winter air
smoothly and gently
or coughing and sputtering

Bow, while you can, before
this one taste
of afternoon tea
warming its way to your belly,
or the fragrant orange
exploding its sweet juice
in your grateful mouth.

You have to love
the antics of your mind,
imagining life should only be sweet.
The bitter makes the sweet; and life is both.
It is whole, like you,
before you think yourself to pieces.

Place this moment’s pain and confusion on the altar, too,
and give special thanks for such grace
that wakes you up from sleeping through your life.
Pain is greatly under-rated as a pointer to Unknowing,
yet greatly over-rated when taken as identity.

In this one moment,
your eyes meet mine and there is
a single looking.
What is peering from behind our masks?
Can it touch itself across the room?

Place your palms together;
touch your holy skin.
In another moment it will shed itself.
What will you be then?
What were you before you had two hands?
What are you now?

You cannot capture That
and place It on the altar of this moment.
It is the altar,
and this moment’s infinite expressions,
and the Seeing,
and its own devotion to itself.

You are That.

– Dorothy Hunt

The above shared via miriam louisa.
Please see these miriam louisa pages for more:
http://thisunlitlight.com/2015/04/12/the-altar-of-this-moment/
http://thisunlitlight.com/2014/09/02/when-god-comes-in-your-house/

the altar of this moment

Place everything you can perceive--
everything you can
see,
hear,
smell,
taste,
or touch,
upon the altar of this moment
and give thanks.

It is over so soon--
this expression,
this single moment of your precious life,
this one heart
pounding itself open
with fear or wild joy,

this one breath rising
in the cold winter air
smoothly and gently
or coughing and sputtering.

Bow, while you can, before
this one taste
of afternoon tea
warming its way to your belly,
or the fragrant orange
exploding its sweet juice
in your grateful mouth.

You have to love
the antics of your mind,
imagining life should only be sweet.
The bitter makes the sweet; and life is both.
It is whole, like you,
before you think yourself to pieces.

Place this moment’s pain and confusion on the altar, too,
and give special thanks for such grace
that wakes you up from sleeping through your life.
Pain is greatly under-rated as a pointer to Unknowing,
yet greatly over-rated when taken as identity.

In this one moment,
your eyes meet mine and there is
a single looking.
What is peering from behind our masks?
Can it touch itself across the room?

Place your palms together;
touch your holy skin.
In another moment it will shed itself.
What will you be then?
What were you before you had two hands?
What are you now?

You cannot capture That
and place It on the altar of this moment.
It is the altar,
and this moment’s infinite expressions,
and the Seeing,
and its own devotion to itself.

You are That.

– Dorothy Hunt

Shared by miriam louisa.....

Please see these pages for more:
http://thisunlitlight.com/2015/04/12/the-altar-of-this-moment/
http://thisunlitlight.com/2014/09/02/when-god-comes-in-your-house/

"Idiotic Gentleness" Sunrise/Afternoon April 9, 2015

4/9/2015

Queen Bird who had been hovering close! over my head

I am not referring to the simple-minded.
The desirable thing is to be intelligent and not to understand.
It is a strange blessing. like experiencing madness without being insane.
It is quiet indifference, and idiotic gentleness."

Clarice Lispector
quoted in
The Way of Wonder - Jack Haas
Chapter 10 - The Mad and the Mystic
p. 165

"Primordial Awareness....Never Needing Fuel or Flint" Sunrise/Afternoon February 11, 2015

2/11/2015

Life hurts.
But what you are never feels pain.

Everything changes.
But what you are remains unchanged, eternally.

You’re flat and exhausted and depressed.
But what you are is forever poised as equanimity.

You’re broke, stressed, squeezed dry, homeless and hungry.
But what you are is unaffected and impartial.

You’re smashed by disappointment, betrayal, abandonment.
But what you are is ever calm, accepting and unbroken.

You’re afflicted by physical and mental aberrations, abnormalities, imbalances.
But what you are never suffers for one second.

So what you are is clearly something with which you need to become very familiar.
And it’s e-a-s-y to do so. You don’t need a formal introduction.
You don’t need a manual or a map or a guide book.
You don’t need to change your religion or your beliefs
(although changes may well occur as a result).
You don’t need a 12-step plan or a meditation practice.

What you are is more obvious and closer than the tip of your nose.
It’s the one experience you can never escape, 24/7.

What would you call that?
Your aliveness? Your awareness? Your presence?
All these words come close, but none are ultimately true or exact.
Why?

Because they aren’t yours. Or mine. Or anyone’s.
Drop the personal pronoun, and there you are – radiant all-knowing alive presence.
The Light of Knowingness, self-luminous, always-on, never-needing fuel or flint…

And that is what you are – free, fulfilled and flourishing
as all you conceive, perceive and experience.
All of it.

How wondrous that this is possible – that this primordial awareness
is huge enough to hold the entirety of creation, excluding nothing –
yet be unaffected and unmoved
by any expression of its handmaiden, consciousness.

It is truly The Beloved, the Godhead of the saints and sages and poets.

And it is what you are.

miriam louisa
http://thisunlitlight.com/2015/01/27/please-take-these-offerings/

all Words via miriam louisa
see Read More below

"Gasps in Ecstasy" Sunrise/Afternoon February 9, 2015

2/9/2015

When I found myself without belief,
I Surrendered to knowing Nothing,
And learned to Love the Wilderness,
Though the mind continued to Wonder endlessly.

Moonset in Western Sky...Sun is Rising in the Eastern Sky

And when the mind could no longer bear,
The Crushing Immensity of Not Knowing,
I was moved by Compassion for it,
And sought a path of Wisdom.

But I found myself unable to live,
In villages laid out this way and that,
Walled about with "knowledge" of the Unknowable...

And walked again into the Wilderness.

~~~

When I found myself without faith,
I Surrendered to being Adrift,
In an Ocean of Solitude,
And learned to Love the Rudderless Way.

And when the Heart could not bear,
The Depth and Breadth of that Solitude,
I was moved by Compassion for it,
And sought a path with Heart.

But I found myself unable to live,
In villages laid out this way and that,
Walled about with "devotion" as each defined it...

And walked again into the Wilderness.

~~~

Heart and mind have Surrendered,
To this Wilderness Life,
To Not Knowing,
To Love Shining without object.

When the mind cannot bear,
The Crushing Immensity of Not Knowing,
It no longer twists and turns as one obsessed,
But gasps, Dissolute, in Wonder.

When the Heart cannot bear,
The Depth and Breadth of Solitude,
It no longer seeks another,
But falling into itself, gasps in Ecstasy...

As I walk again into the Wilderness.

Chuck Surface
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved

(See Read More below)

Read More Below

9 Womb Wisdom Immortal Vastness Infinite Emptiness Sunrise/Afternoon February 4, 2015

2/4/2015

Today is #9 in a series of approximately 10 days of quotes from the book
Womb Wisdom
Awakening the Creative and Forgotten Powers of the Feminine
Padma and Aniya Aon Prakasha

(For further Womb Wisdom information
See Read More at end)

I am the immortal vastness in which the divine dance occurs.
I am what you have called mystery, only called because of your attachment to five senses.
To enter me you must do so naked, leaving everything at the doorway.
You must leave all your attachments: your roles, personalities, accomplishments, preferences, expectations, your so-called knowledge, your memories, your woundings, your dreams, oh yes, and your families.

You must know, in so doing, you humble yourself into the very vastness that you are
and suddenly you are congruent with the emptiness that is/contains infinity
and your are ushered in to the realm of the beloved,
where suddenly all that you left behind
is remarkably transformed into its highest essence.
Excerpts from pp. 142-43

Making the Black Light your friend is going back to the beginning of Creation.
In the beginning there was only darkness everywhere;
darkness, the living waters, and the flow of these living waters
when the Creator moved his light across them.
This beginning of creation still lies in all of you today,
existing in your bodies in darkness and flow.
p. 186

The Black Light is the creative darkness from which all life emerges.
We die into darkness, and within the darkness die into light,
so birth and resurrection, regeneration, can happen.
In accessing this darkness, and working within its silence,
we guide life from emptiness into form.
p. 186

In the darkness there is so much love that nothing gets in the way of it,
nothing reflects it, or refracts it.
It is pure, because nothing is there to block it, not even you;
not even you are there to limit it.
Within darkness there is no duality, nothing to reflect God’s light.
Therefore this light is there to birth into the world, into form,
so that God may know itself,
and that you may know yourself.
p. 187

A portal into the Black Light
is known today by your scientists as the "adaptive unconscious",
an interface between the 5 percent of your brain that acts mainly from habit
and the other 95 percent that is a vast pool of unconscious power lying within you.
This “unconscious” is mythological and metaphorical in nature,
responding to interior images and symbols rather than rational thought.
p. 187

In this flow thought dissolves into flowing movement,
a fluid understanding and presence
accessed anytime, and applied into any situation.
Like water, fluid thinking envelops objects from all sides,
subtly, sensitively, and gracefully feeling and undulating
through all nuances of meaning and every detail of a form.
p. 187

Many people today are enamored with light and forget about the darkness,
the space from where all light comes and indeed
the place where you are born and nurtured
during the first nine months of you life in the womb.
What you give form to in daylight is only 1 percent of what is seen in darkness.
If you can access both of these realities,
if you can enter into the process with courage
and embrace all the visions and fears that arise,
then you can be reborn.
p. 187

You need not do anything.
Remain sitting at your table and listen.
You need not even listen, just wait.
You need not even wait, just learn to be quiet, still and solitary.
And the world will freely offer itself to you unmasked.
It has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
–Franz Kafka
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/02/be-quiet.html

Sit quietly, and listen for a voice that will say: “Be more silent.”
Die and be quiet.

Quietness is the surest sign that you’ve died.

Your old life was a frantic running from silence.
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.

Live in silence.

–Rumi
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/02/live-in-silence.html

see Read More for additional photos
including links for House on a Dune.....not far from "my" sand dunes path

All Is Celebration of Vast Silence of Origin Sunrise/Afternoon January 21, 2015

1/21/2015

Without volition
words or thoughts…

Emerging from the Vast Silence of Origin
A Natural Celebration Arises
of
The Divine as All That Is
∞
The Wonder of it All:

Even with volition, words or thoughts

The Celebration is Alpha/Omega
<
Just
Is
<
IS
<
AH!

ew
4:54 AM
1/21/15

Imagine trusting silence more than any thought you can come up with.
— Adyashanti

"All you can do now is to relax into this no-thingness..
...fall into this silence between the words..
...watch this gap between the outgoing and incoming breath.

And treasure each empty moment of the experience.
Something sacred is about to be born."
Osho

http://www.happycow.org.uk/stories/death_bed.shtml

21
The Master keeps her mind
always at one with the Tao;
that is what gives her her radiance.

The Tao is ungraspable.
How can her mind be at one with it?
Because she doesn't cling to ideas.

The Tao is dark and unfathomable.
How can it make her radiant?
Because she lets it.

Since before time and space were,
the Tao is.
It is beyond is and is not.
How do I know this is true?

I look inside myself and see.

Tao Te Ching
Written by Lao-tzu
Translated by Stephen Mitchell

See Read More

"Naked Blind Awareness" - Breathed in/of/as Alpha & Omega Sunrise/Afternoon January 18, 2014

1/18/2015

A Cloud of Unknowing

after clicking camera for the above photo, (full circle break/her)
the NEXT thing we saw in our camera screen was below right... Queen Bird front and center....
did NOT see the previous photo of her on left below until downloading onto computer

The conditions of a solitary bird are five:

The first, that it flies to the highest point;

the second, that it does not suffer for company,
not even of its own kind;

the third, that it aims its beak to the skies;

the fourth, that it does not have a definite color;

the fifth, that it sings very softly.

–St. John of the Cross
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/01/conditions-of-solitary-bird.html

JUST BE…
WITH EACH MOMENT
AS THOUGH IT IS THE FIRST & THE LAST..
<
PURE JOY!
pre sunrise 1/18/15
******
Be Breathed
as this
IS
the first & last moment
of
Awareness...
****
The Experience of Alpha & Omega is All That Is.
Simply....
IS
("Naked Blind Awareness")
post sunrise on the sand dunes path
1/18/15

"Naked Blind Awareness"

http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/01/from-14th-century-book-of-privy.html

Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the infinite peace to you.

–A Celtic Blessing
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/01/bless.html

listen

hiding in this cage
of visible matter

is the invisible
lifebird

pay attention
to her

she is
singing

your song

–Kabir
Sushil Rao translation
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/01/listen_17.html

Naked Perception & Blind Awareness

Thus you can see that by pursuing your meditation to the farthest reaches
and ultimate frontiers of thought you will find yourself, in the end,
on the essential ground of being
with the naked perception and blind awareness of your own being.
And this is why your being alone can be called the first of your fruits.
****

... I say to you, at a certain point to is necessary to give up discursive meditation and learn to taste something of that deep, spiritual experience of God's love.

...always and ever strive toward the naked awareness of your self, and continually offer your being to God as your most precious gift.

Inasmuch as this awareness really is naked,
you will at first find it terribly painful to rest in for any length of time because,
... your faculties will find no meat for themselves in it.

Let them fast awhile from their natural delight in knowing.
It is well said that man naturally desires to know.

Yet at the same time, it is also true that no amount of natural or acquired knowledge will bring him to taste the spiritual experience of God, for this is a pure gift of grace.

–Anonymous
Thought to be another work by the author of The Cloud of Unknowing.
Edited by William Johnston

above excerpt is from this page:
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/01/from-14th-century-book-of-privy.html

click The Cloud of Unknowing above for More!!!

The Magnificence & Sublime - "Drenched.....in Rains of Wonder" Sunrise/Afternoon January 15, 2015

1/15/2015

WHEN TOTALITY OF IMPERSONAL COMPASSION IS ALL THAT IS

THE MAGNIFICENCE & SUBLIME
OF EACH MOMENT
ERASES TIME, WORDS & THOUGHTS

HOLY WHOLE**

ORIGINAL GRACE

JUST IS

(see Read More at end)

So few are moved to wander forth,
From the shelter of belief and "knowledge",
And stand naked beneath The Great Mystery,
Drenched... in Rains of Wonder.
Chuck Surface

See Read More for Full Sharing

from Chuck Surface:

There are those who wander,
Outside the walls of religion,

Whether the worship of deity,
Or the nonduality of Brahman.

Belief, and descriptions of "Truth",
No longer sufficing,

Faith in a distant Heaven,
Having lost its allure.

They do not condemn the walled,
Embracing them as fellow Lovers.

Only... they cannot abide therein,
Having come, instead,
To a Love of the Wilderness,
And the Great Mystery... Undefined.

For it is there, in The Unknown,
That Her Silent Voice whispers.
Not in words "about", or "descriptions of",
But in the Intimacy of Direct Experience.

If one must speak of Truth,
It is, for them, Her Felt Presence,
Which stills the tongue of the mind,
Emptying in Fullness, both knower and known.

Love is there, in the Wilderness,
Where Lover and Beloved Vanish.

Fullness and Completion embrace you,
With nothing having been acquired.

Wisdom Shines like a Sun,
Everything having been forgotten.

And Benediction Showers, without cause,
Save… the simple fact of existing.

So few are moved to wander forth,
From the shelter of belief and "knowledge",
And stand naked beneath The Great Mystery,
Drenched... in Rains of Wonder.
Chuck Surface

www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved

Wisdom Shines like a Sun,
Everything having been forgotten.

And Benediction Showers, without cause,
Save… the simple fact of existing.

For it is there, in The Unknown,
That Her Silent Voice whispers.
Not in words "about", or "descriptions of",
But in the Intimacy of Direct Experience.

"The Unity of Emptiness" Infusions of Original Grace Sunrise/Afternoon January 5, 2015

1/5/2015

Today is #5 in series of approximately 10 days of quotes from
Hsin Hsin Ming The Book of Nothing - Sosan

(See Read More at end
to read/see how a picture frame "manifested"
for Scott Christoper's "Flying Shell" photograph. )

When thought objects vanish, the thinking-subject vanishes,
as when the mind vanishes, objects vanish.
Things are objects because of the subject; the mind is such because of things.

Understand the relativity of these two and the basic reality: the unity of emptiness.
In this Emptiness the two are indistinguishable and each contains in itself the whole world.
If you do not discriminate between coarse and fine
you will no be tempted to prejudice and opinion.

Hsin Hsin Ming - the Book of Nothing

When thought objects vanish, the thinking-subject vanishes,
as when the mind vanishes, objects vanish.
Things are objects because of the subject; the mind is such because of things.
Understand the relativity of these two and the basic reality: the unity of emptiness.

In this Emptiness the two are indistinguishable and each contains in itself the whole world.

If you do not discriminate between coarse and fine
you will no be tempted to prejudice and opinion.

Hsin Hsin Ming - the Book of Nothing
http://www.deeshan.com/sosan.htm

BeLoved Within
BeLoved Without

BREATH ITSELF IS THIS BELOVED
A BE LOVE WAY OF LIFE

WITH OR WITHOUT FORM
GREATER THAN BREATH

GREATER THAN GOD
GREATER THAN HUMAN CONCEPTS/PERCEPTIONS

SOURCED AND CONTAINED IN THE VAST VOID OF ORIGINAL GRACE
THAT CAN DO NOTHING BUT BE
OVERFLOWED

GREATER THAN NOTHING

ew
3:46 AM
1/5/15

The Unknowing of Pure Being Sunrise/Afternoon December 31, 2014

12/31/2014

WHEN KNOWING BECOMES TOTAL POSSESSION

THERE IS ONLY UNKNOWING

THE UNKNOWING OF PURE BEING

THE SATIETY OF KNOWING REQUIRES TOTAL SURRENDER

AS THE ONLY ANSWER THAT SATISFIES SOUL

THE GREAT NOTHING IS ALL

THE GREAT BREATHER IS THE LIFE
ew
3:15 a.m.
12/31/14

The universe is uncaused,
like a net of jewels in which each is but a reflection of all the others
in a fantastic interrelated harmony without end
Ramesh S. Balsekar
December 31
A Net of Jewels.

Sunrise this morning told me this:

Core Being is NonSense.....
...doesn’t (have to) make Sense
of anything/anyone.
.past, present or future....

BeCause
The Orgasmic Belly Laugh
of
Cosmic Divine Grace Takes Over

and then we return from hoopla sunrise stroll with the taming-Big Bird still posing for photographs.... and find homemade sign propped up at foot of sand dunes path as you approach from land...

SAND THEIVES!!
Illegal and Destroys God’s plan.
STOP!
Even one bucket is A SIN
and
hurts us all!!

I see nothing but Becoming.
Be not deceived!

It is the fault of your limited outlook and not the fault of
the essence of things if you believe that you see firm land
anywhere in the ocean of Becoming and Passing.

You need names for things, just as if they had a rigid permanence,
but the very river in which you bathe a second time
is no longer the same one which you entered before.

—Heraclitus
5th Century BCE
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2014/12/look_31.html

"Truth of Being Is.........." Sunrise/Afternoon December 26, 2014

12/26/2014

TRUTH OF BEING IS MOVED WITHOUT IDO

TRUTH OF BEING IS MOVED WITH AHDO

TRUTH OF BEING IS
"REMEMBERING WHAT YOU LOVE"**
ew

**But to Remember what you Love,
However She presents Herself,
Within the Secret Heart,
Of your own unique Longing.

You are not cursed, weary Friend!
For this Longing, Unbearable,
Is both Path and Guru,
For those of us so Blessed,
And Love...

The Key to the Gates of Heaven.
Chuck Surface
See Read More for Full Chuck Surface Sharing

The divine world is made up of elements of such richness that,
if you get to taste them only once,
the feeling of plenitude they give will never leave you.
Nothing will be able to take this sense of eternity from you.

Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov
(see Read More for full quote)

"When I Cast All Dreams Away" Sunrise/Afternoon December 20, 2014

12/20/2014

JUST BE < BY KNOWING NOTHING

JUST BE < BY KNOWING NOTHING

BY BEING THE REALIZED (THEN FORGOTTEN**) GREAT NOTHING..
**(THE FORGETTING** IS THE CESSATION OF POSSESSING WORDS AND THOUGHTS)
<
THE JOY OF GRACE THAT CANNOT BE THOUGHT OR WORDED

ATTEMPTING TO WORD OR THINK GRACE IS A FORM OF RESISTING TRUE REALITY
JOY IS THEN VEILED AND PERCEPTIONS SHIFT INTO MENTAL MOVIES

ew
4:06 AM
Saturday, December 20, 2014
(prior to reading
the Yogananda quote below
post sunrise this morning)

I squeezed the scriptures for drops of peace;
I wrung poems from the winepress of Nature;
I lifted gems from the mine of thoughts;
I stole the sweetness from the honeycomb of innocent joys;
I read, I smiled, I worked, I planned, I throbbed, I aspired;
But naught was sufficient.
Only nightmares of incompleteness,
Ever receding will-o’-the wisps of promised happiness,
Haunted and hastened my heart.

But when I cast all dreams away,
I found the deep sanctuary of peace,
And my soul sang: “God alone! God alone!”

- P.Yogananda

(see full poem at end)

When I Cast All Dreams Away ~

I sipped the sap of each sane pleasure;
I exulted in the crushed beauty of sextillion stars;
I made a bonfire of all sorrows and basked in the glory blaze;
I quaffed the questing love of all hearts;
I mingled paternal, maternal, and fraternal love together,
And drank the solacing draught;
I squeezed the scriptures for drops of peace;
I wrung poems from the winepress of Nature;
I lifted gems from the mine of thoughts;
I stole the sweetness from the honeycomb of innocent joys;
I read, I smiled, I worked, I planned, I throbbed, I aspired;
    But naught was sufficient.
Only nightmares of incompleteness,
Ever receding will-o’-the wisps of promised happiness,
   Haunted and hastened my heart.
   But when I cast all dreams away,
   I found the deep sanctuary of peace,
   And my soul sang: “God alone! God alone!”

- P.Yogananda

PERFUMING GRACE Sunrise/Afternoon December 18, 2014

12/18/2014

And as the thing thou seest thy face shall be,
And no more as the thing befortime seen.
-- Algernon Charles Swinburn
"A Ballad of Burdens," Poems and Ballads, 1866

THE STATE OF BEING REQUIRED IS WITHOUT WORDS
BECAUSE “IT” IS BEYOND WORDS.

ONE CAN ONLY BE THIS STATE OR CONDITION
BY BEING "PRIMAL REPOSE"**** –

ALL,
INCLUDING ANY ACTION
IS
THE PERFUMING OF REALIZED GRACE.

5:04 AM
Thursday, December 18, 2014
ew

****See Read More at end

THE ABSOLUTE
IN
FORMED FORMLESSNESS

"...read by the light of its own burning." + POOF! Sunrise/Afternoon December 14, 2014

12/14/2014

All of Time began when you first answered
to the names your mother and father gave you.
Soon, those names will travel with the leaves.
Then, you can trade places with the wind.

Then you’ll remember your life
as a book of candles,
each page read by the light of its own burning.

–Li-Young Lee
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2014/12/behind-my-eyes.html
(Full poem also in Read More at bottom)

End of Sunrise Stroll - Sandals at Top

∞
5:54 AM
Sunday, December 14, 2014

“What now for this day?”

∞

THERE IS NO ‘WHAT’ IN PURE BEING.
ALLOW THE PURE BURNING OF DIVINE LIGHT
TO POSSESS

REPLACING ALL OTHER GODS AND POSSESSIONS.

ew

End of Afternoon Stroll
POOF!!!!

BEHIND MY EYES

Wait for evening.
Then you’ll be alone.
Wait for the playground to empty.
Then call out those companions from childhood:

The one who closed his eyes
and pretended to be invisible.
The one to whom you told every secret.
The one who made a world of any hiding place.

And don’t forget the one who listened in silence
while you wondered out lout:
Is the universe an empty mirror? A flowering tree?
Is the universe the sleep of a woman?

Wait for the sky’s last blue
(the color of your homesickness).
Then you’ll know the answer.

Wait for the air’s first gold (that color of Amen).
Then you’ll spy the wind’s barefoot steps.
Then you’ll recall that story beginning
with a child who strays in the woods.

The search for him goes on in the growing
shadow of the clock.
And the face behind the clock’s face
is not his father’s face.
And the hands behind the clock’s hands
are not his mother’s hands.

All of Time began when you first answered
to the names your mother and father gave you.
Soon, those names will travel with the leaves.
Then, you can trade places with the wind.

Then you’ll remember your life
as a book of candles,
each page read by the light of its own burning.

–Li-Young Lee

http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2014/12/behind-my-eyes.html