UNDILUTED CREATION "...generous sea sends me home..." January 9, 2019

ORIGINAL TRUTH OF BEING
IS SO BY UNKNOWING<BEING
 IT IS SO
< 
AN UNDILUTED CREATION 
THAT HAS NO THINKING WORDS*
< 
ONLY THE SILENCE OF
 PRISTINE CLARITY REMAINS
AH MUNI!
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3:46 AM-1/9/19

*If you wish to enter into this cloud of unknowing you must do something more:
 “Just as the cloud of unknowing lies above you, between you and your God,
so you must fashion a cloud of forgetting beneath you,
between you and every living thing.

The cloud of unknowing,
 will perhaps leave you with the feeling that you are far from God.
 But no,
if it is authentic,
only the absence of a
cloud of forgetting
 keeps you from him now…..

​You are to concern yourself with no creature
whether material or spiritual
 nor with their situation and doings
​ whether good or ill.

To put it briefly, during this work
 you must abandon them all beneath
​ the cloud of forgetting.”[v]
https://spectrummagazine.org/article/delcy-kuhlman/2013/02/18/reading-cloud-unknowing

…the emptiness expanded rapidly
and every sense of
life became drained from her.
The realization that came was:
 "When there is no personal self,
there is also no personal God.
re: Bernadette Roberts
*http://www.nonduality.com/berna.htm 
See both categories for Bernadette Roberts
Categories Column on right of any OceanSpeak page

Rather than focus on what needs changing,
TURN THE ATTENTION TO WHAT CANNOT CHANGE
Wu Hsin
Solving Yourself
Aug 19

​AFTERNOON

Seaweed
 
I close my eyes
and breathe -
smell the seaweed
strewn across the sand,
hauntingly familiar,
the mind-madness
momentarily, magically
arrested.
Old memories
capture me
enrapture me
and I am freed
to wander
through old dreams.
Child, girl, woman
in moments of bliss
on English days.
Cold seas,
shells and seaweed.
Chalky country lanes,
the summer smell
of hot tar melting
on the road,
shimmering
like oily water
in the sun -
or a meadow,
cowslips and cowpats
sharing the space.​

As I raise my face
in this foreign land
looking for release,
the smell of  seaweed
more evocative
than any perfume
rescues me.
It winds itself
around me,
lingering,
like longing does.
Healing.


Senses saturated,
I drift away.
The generous sea
sends me home
on scented waves of salt.


VixanWriter
Nassau, Bahamas - 1/7/19
​www.Lifelineswritingservice.com

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