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SILENT'S CLOWNING JOY          "The wild ones....."                                                        Sunrise/Afternoon  December 29, 2017

12/29/2017

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SILENT’S SONG
THE CLOWNING JOY
OF IT ALL
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“SUFFICIENT UNTO THE DAY….” **
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2:31 AM-12/29/17
**https://www.anxietyunravelled.com/sufficient-unto-the-day.html
Excerpts below in this color font from
THE CLOWNING JOY OF IT ALL
Pocket Pearls
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Youthanasia Acres
2003
Still
as the ancient deer in a woods
watching the armed hunter build his tree stand,
my soul is Camouflaged
by You, O Beloved Breather
that Breathes me.
The Vast Causation Silence...
what I Knew they told me
I did not Know....could not Know....
and if I did Know....
I was not to tell anyone.
 
Nothing much has changed.
The wild ones Disappear & Observe
from a Camouflaged distance..
 
Sourcing,
 Tending the Fire of their Splendour
with the One who
Loved them into Breath’s Form.
The Greatest Gift is to be Nothing
in Solitude
 or in the crowded marketplace...
much as
the hidden-from-human
bird or deer watching the hunter
build his killing stand
 in the woods
O creaturely form
named an earthly Beloved!
you have intensified Love
 & what is not Love
in a most dangerous manner
leaving me for dead in your not-Love world.
But Hark!
The Almighty Breather
is all that I AM and am not
forevermore
as has always been


AFTERNOON...............
O Great Silence
taking me beyond all word feedings
within or without....
O God!
I was doing just fine in you
but, not talking, they told me
I had to Know you their way.
Today they scream, chatter and explain in my head
that I must be Silent
in order to Be You.
That is how it already Was
in the beginning,
but without their noise.
The mad world of earthbound creatures
must first diagnose
before it can kill.
Burned & Consumed by Breath alone
until the Breather Claims all shadows.
After the ash
fire alone...
it repeats & repeats...
Disappearing these feeble vault words.
Burning enough
so one who is Destined to See...will
& those who cannot See
will not.
This is
 the Clowning Joy
of it All!
How can anything be deadly serious
when there is no death!
How can the condition of baubo be a dis-ease
when she is nothing more or less  than
The Loose Garment of the Beloved?
O
Blessed One
Holding this Quiet Knowing Heart
Disappeared
from
 praise & blame
I Am
Rapturing beyond Rapture
As long as I saw only the Rapture
i was stuck beyond measure,
destroyed by the opposite.
As long as I saw only the horror,
i was stuck beyond measure,
destroyed by the opposite.
There is no way thru this except
Now ay!!!!!
O One
that Exhaled me into form
Inhales me gently Home!
Taking all Silence that festers
leaving only the
Silence of
All that Is.
O
Sweet Silence
beyond these words
Inhale me forever Home!
Only
the Dancer
Danced me.
All is Well.
 
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Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
February 2003
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I have no money, no resources, no hopes.
I am the happiest man alive. 
Henry Miller
quoted on below link...
http://liveyesand.com/freaky-beautiful/

See Read More Below for:
Complete Wording of
SILENT'S SONG
The Clowning Joy Of It All
+
All Extraordinary Photos
of this
Extraordinary Beach Afternoon

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SILENT'S SOUNDS  "Only Breath" "...shadowless existence..."           SOUL'S VISION            Sunrise/Afternoon  September 25, 2016

9/24/2016

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BE THE SOUL’S VISION
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EFFORTLESS EASE
BEFORE, DURING, & AFTER
FOREVER
ew
3:12 AM-9/25/16
Nature’s Pure Silent’s
Sounds
Are as Breatsmillk
To the
Neverborn’s Form
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The Flesh Becomes Word
Launguage of the Neverborns V. I
October 2003
Youthanasia Acres
Near Dublin, Indiana
My place is placeless,
a trace of the traceless.
Neither body or soul.

I belong to the beloved,
have seen the two worlds as one
and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner,
only that breath
breathing human being.
Rumi
excerpt from
ONLY BREATH

-- from The Essential Rumi, Translated by Coleman Barks
​See end of post for full poem
speak it
into 
existence
Evan Griffith
today's note from:
http://www.freakybeautiful.com/
The opacity of your Being brings
shadows of umpteen kind.
In knowing the transparence
of One’s Being, shall you know the
shadowless existence of perfect Alignment
Sadhguru
excerpt from:
http://isha.sadhguru.org/blog/sadhguru/spot/how-to-make-marriage-work/?utm_source=mailchimp&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=dmq-blog


​ONLY BREATH
​Rumi

Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion

or cultural system. I am not from the East
or the West, not out of the ocean or up

from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not
composed of elements at all. I do not exist,

am not an entity in this world or in the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any

origin story. My place is placeless, a trace
of the traceless. Neither body or soul.

I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,

first, last, outer, inner, only that
breath breathing human being.

-- from The Essential Rumi, Translated by Coleman Barks

​http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2016/09/23/mevlana-jelaluddin-rumi-only-breath/#comments
http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/Poets/R/RumiMevlanaJ/index.html
http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/
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BeLIVED instead of beLIEved     "NOW"                                                             Sunrise/Afternoon  September 16, 2016

9/16/2016

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BeLIVED instead of beLIEved.
∞
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3:28 AM-9/16/16

at END of Yoga yesterday:

…..slipped thru the crack and haven’t returned…
it was an instant that NOW
always is
guess One never does fully return…
this is MAJOR…
ew
9/15/16 5:36 AM

 
If you know how to observe nature,
you will see that it continuously offers us ways to solve our problems.
For example, how does an oyster make a pearl?
First of all, a grain of sand falls into its shell, and this grain of sand is a problem,
an irritant.
‘Oh’, says the oyster, ‘how can I get rid of this?
It is scratching me, it irritates me, what can I do?’
It begins to think, it concentrates, it meditates!
And one day it begins to secrete a special substance that envelops this irritating grain of sand in such a way that it becomes smooth, polished and velvety.
And when it has succeeded, it is happy and says to itself,
‘Not only is this grain of sand no longer bothering me, but I have also produced a magnificent pearl!’
This is the lesson of the pearl oyster:
it teaches you that by means of thought you can envelop your worries and irritation in a luminous, iridescent substance, and in doing so you amass extraordinary riches within you.
True spiritualists are those who know how to work on their problems and turn them into precious pearls.
Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov
http://www.prosveta-usa.com/pearl-oyster-the-teaches-us-how-to-transform-difficulties_2016-09-16​
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​SIMPLE!!
"Declarations for Creators"
see below:

http://www.freakybeautiful.com/2016/09/declarations-for-creators.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+freakybeautiful%2FMgqD+%28The+World+Is+Freaky+Beautiful%29
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TAO'S TRANSPARENT AWARENESS  "Rx for any "Whiffs of Futility"                                Sunrise/Afternoon  September 15, 2016

9/14/2016

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TAO CORE QUANTUMS
AS
TRANSPARENT AWARENESS
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∞
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2:36 AM-9/15/16
In peace and silence …  the inner and the outer become one.
~ Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj 
“… keeping silent in your mind and quiet in your heart. …
 realize yourself as the immovable behind and beyond the movable,
​the silent witness of all that happens.”
~ Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj ​
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​Know the male,
yet keep to the female:
receive the world in your arms.
If you receive the world,
the Tao will never leave you
and you will be like a little child.
Know the white,
yet keep to the black:
be a pattern for the world.
If you are a pattern for the world,
the Tao will be strong inside you
and there will be nothing you can't do.​
Know the personal,
yet keep to the impersonal:
accept the world as it is.
If you accept the world,
the Tao will be luminous inside you
and you will return to your primal self.
The world is formed from the void,
like utensils from a block of wood.
The Master knows the utensils,
yet keeps to the block:
thus she can use all things.
Tao Te Ching #28
Translation by Stephen Mitchell.
DailyTao.org displays a new chapter of the Tao Te Ching everyday
The miraculous life unfolds itself
in the presence of boldness beyond reason.
Almine
9/15/16
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A Cavorting Rx for any "Whiffs of Futility"
http://www.freakybeautiful.com/2016/09/unblocking-creative-block-suggestion.html
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IT IS SO IN THE SOUL "...hungry and alive" or "stuffed and dead."                                    Sunrise/Afternoon  September 12, 2016

9/12/2016

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IT IS SO IN THE SOUL
ew
3:01 AM-9/12/16
I would rather be hungry and alive than stuffed and dead.
What is your choice?
Sadhguru​
Now, they also have to pay health insurance and grave insurance.
When they are alive and healthy, people are paying in installments for their funeral. Unless you are going to leave in a beautiful way
that will be very useful for everyone around you – why are you bothered
about how your funeral will be handled when you fall dead?
I understand and appreciate if you do not want to be a nuisance to someone else, but what does it matter how they will bury or burn you or feed you to the dogs?
​ This kind of concern is going to take away your aliveness.
Another aspect is that you constantly have to do things like a machine,
not out of passion.
The whole society expects you to be a machine.
You are not waking up in the morning
because you want to make a difference in something today
or because what you do is meaningful or because you want to do it –
-- it is all about making a living.

Making a living takes very little.
It only becomes a problem when you want to live like someone else.
If you just want to live, it is very simple –
every human being is capable of this.
Sadhguru
Full Article here:
http://isha.sadhguru.org/blog/lifestyle/frustrated-with-life-remember-joy-of-being-alive/?utm_source=mailchimp&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=dmq-blog
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 There was something formless and perfect
before the universe was born.
It is serene. Empty.
Solitary. Unchanging.
Infinite. Eternally present.
It is the mother of the universe.
For lack of a better name,
I call it the Tao.
It flows through all things,
inside and outside, and returns
to the origin of all things.
The Tao is great.
The universe is great.
Earth is great.
Man is great.
These are the four great powers.
Man follows the earth.
Earth follows the universe.
The universe follows the Tao.
The Tao follows only itself.

Translation by Stephen Mitchell.
About DailyTao.org
DailyTao.org displays a new chapter of the Tao Te Ching everyday
Beware The Person Who Meditates
​http://www.freakybeautiful.com/2016/08/beware-person-who-meditates.html
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Savor the Extraordinary Ordinary
Evan Griffith
​http://www.freakybeautiful.com/2016/08/note-savor.html
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...SO SILENT NOONE NOTICES....    "......dust on a butterfly's wings."                            Sunrise/Afternoon      September 10, 2016

9/9/2016

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NO ‘YESTERDAY’ EXCEPT GROUND HOG DAY REPEATS
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ONLY THIS VAST CORE BEING REMAINS
 THAT IS SO SILENT
NOONE NOTICES
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AH!
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2:50 AM-9/10/1​6
 "His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings.

 At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred.

Later he became conscious of his damaged wings
and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly anymore because the love of flight was gone
​ and he could only remember when it had been effortless."
Ernest Hemingway

The above shared by Rosemary Mitchell:
​
Hemingway on Scott Fitzgerald ..
(His handicap , his down fall, his demise)
my words and his the last bit
 I find this so poignant and direct to the point.
In the terms of Ernest.
It is direct and honest.
Rosemary Mitchell
When I think, I do it with a definite purpose.
Otherwise, there is so much life –
no time for inane thoughts.  
Sadhguru
When I come out of the silence 
what is important has changed.
Evan Griffith
http://www.freakybeautiful.com/2011/04/resources-beyond-understanding.html
All problems are created by the mind and
Related to the body.
In the absence of either,
Where are the problems?
Wu Hsin
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ENOUGH!  (?)    "A Time to Howl"  SWEET TAO PEACE                                                 Sunrise/Afternoon  September 5, 2016

9/4/2016

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ENOUGH!  
(?)
JUST STOP
BEFORE ENOUGH! BECOMES MORE THAN ENOUGH!
 
NOT ON THE INHALE OR EXHALE…
NOT “WHY?”  OR “HOW?”
JUST STOP
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SweetTaoOfPeace
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3:28 AM-9/5/16
Was going to quote "IF You Meet The Buddha On The Road...Kill Him"....googled for Sheldon Kopp's book by that name...and of ALL things THIS quote from that book pops up...this Happens a few hours AFTER the above Morning Whisper Scribed:

It is not possible to know how much is just enough,
 until we have experienced how much is more than enough. 
Sheldon Kopp
If You Meet the Buddha on the Road...Kill Him

So what is the Wild Woman?
From the viewpoint of archetypal psychology
​ as well as from the storytelling tradition,
she is the female soul.
Yet she is more; she is the source of the feminine.
She is all that is of instinct, of the worlds both seen and hidden- she is the basis.
We each receive from her a glowing cell
which contains all the instincts and knowings needed for our lives.

Clarissa Pinkola Estes, PH.D.
Women Who Run With the Wolves
http://www.wildwolfwomen.com/index.html
Learning to howl
requires that we tap into the deepest recesses of our soul,
and that takes courage because what lies that deep
is not always pretty or sweet smelling.
Else it might as well be out in the open...
Anyone who has ever heard a baby howl,
knows we are born with it.
No social niceties or barriers
lie between what baby needs 
​and her expression of that need.
http://www.wildwolfwomen.com/sl/howl.htm
But the deep river never dries up.
The little insistent voice at the back of our mind,
the subtle gnawing feeling in the pit of our stomach will not be smothered.
It must be the basic ingredient of our DNA.
The ones who don�t know of or do not believe in this, resign themselves
to live a semi-life, shadows of what could have been.
But the one who knows... also knows that no matter how difficult or painful
or tedious, the task of calling out, assembling,
and then singing over the bones,
is worth the effort.
Only after the pain of that birth, our second one,
​ can we know the full joy and freedom of being.
http://www.wildwolfwomen.com/sl/howl.htm
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November 15, 2012 My "HOWLING ROCK" or One of them...! Just after Emerging from a long-lasting Near Death Seige
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
Leave deep footprints because you can.
Be the old woman in the rocking chair who rocks the idea
until it becomes young again.
Be the courageous and patient woman in the Crescent moon bear
who learns to see through illusion.
Don't be distracted by burning matches and fantasies like the Little Match Girl.
Hold out til you find the ones that you belong to like the ugly duckling.
Clear the creative river so La Llorna can find what belongs to her.
Like the Handless Maiden, let the enduring heart lead you through the forest.
Like La Loba, collect the bones of lost valuables and sing them back to life.
Forgive as much as you can,
forget a little,
​ and create a lot. 
http://www.wildwolfwomen.com/soullessons.htm​

Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes     
September 3 at 9:22pm ·
 (from her Facebook)

Dear Brave Souls: I would like your help.
It's OFFICIAL: The 25th Anniversary edition of Women Who Run with the Wolves, Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype, is coming in 2017.
I just received word after literally over 2 years of efforts, that my original publisher, Ballantine, now under Penguin Random House, will like to publish a 25th year edition.
They have asked me to write a ten page introduction, for the new edition, which is wonderful.
I would like to know what you would like to read/see in that ten pages. What can I offer that would be useful?
I've looked at a slew of anniversary intros that look back at the 25 or more years since a work has been pubbed.
But/And I would like what I write for you to be useful and lyric to and for you, and in gratitude.
I will add something about the underlying bones of wwrwtw, that many many pages are actually poems that were placed in prose line, that the original literary stories are from my ethnic families' stories, and I may ask my publisher if they will also add a few footnotes/endnotes as well, in terms of thanking certain souls who have shown up in the last, say, ten years.
​
Mis Los Lobitos y Las Lobitas:
Whom Do I Write For/To...

Ten pages when one is a poet,
is a lot of paperland to fill.
To me, the blank pages often look
like wide open snowfields
before I ever gently place
my pen point to inscribe words
with the blessed moon living
inside the white paper.

But then, suddenly,
off in the distance,
rise from seeming nowhere,
the packs.
I can see them
in the far-away,
tiny gray and black
and brown and white
leaping dots --
zigzagging
over the horizon line
in wild tribal groups.

Closer and closer they jump
and dip and run toward me
standing on open tundra
whipped by wind...

Closer and closer
they come forward,
til I can see the steam
from their breath rising
like a thousand clouds
of diamond dust...

You might think
I am speaking
only of the wolves
who rise to meet me
on this snowy page.

I am, in fact,
speaking about you,
and your dearness
and nearness to,
your dedication to
Wild Mother of All.

You, who strive to live free,
You, who strive to show
your cubs, your familiares,
your families, anyone
whose life you touch...

how to live
in the sane and wild
layers of life,
instead of the dry
and deadly insane ones.

You are the bright
and awakening,
You are the bright
and awakened
children
of El Espirito Santo
de La Loba.
​
And it is you
to whom
I am speaking.
Ever.
And
ever.
Aymen.
_________
This comes with love,
Dr. E.'s Tribe of the Sacred Heart, Many of us Scar Clan
https://www.facebook.com/29996683634/photos/a.391385543634.168955.29996683634/10154014394258635/?type=3
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I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you,
and that you will work with these stories...
​water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom,
till you yourself burst into bloom.”
― Clarissa Pinkola Estés,
Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype
You came here
not to speak it
but to
be it.
Evan Griffith
http://www.freakybeautiful.com/
Be wild; that is how to clear the river.
The river does not flow in polluted, we manage that.
The river does not dry up, we block it.
If we want to allow it its freedom, we have to allow our ideational lives to be let loose, to stream, letting anything come, initially censoring nothing.
That is creative life.
It is made up of divine paradox.
To create one must be willing to be stone stupid,
to sit upon a throne on top of a jackass
and spill rubies from one’s mouth.
Then the river will flow,
then we can stand in the stream of it raining down.”
― Clarissa Pinkola Estés,
​ Women Who Run With The Wolves: Contacting the Power of the Wild Woman
One need not wait
To become
What one already is.
Wu Hsin
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PRIMORDIAL'S LIMINAL SILENCE    LILA (LEELA)-/DIVINE CREATIVE PLAY       ......speak what cannot be spoken,...."             August 25, 2016

8/24/2016

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Rising Moon 1:56 AM 8/25/16
GLIDED GENTLY AS A RISING MOON
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PRIMORDIAL’S LIMINAL SILENCE
WAFTING THRU THE BLACK VOID SKY
∞
AND YET
NOT LIMINAL
∞
ew
2:46 AM-8/25/16
He who utters the Name of God while walking
gets the merit of a sacrifice at every step.
His body becomes a place of pilgrimage.
He who repeats God's Name while working always finds perfect peace.
He who utters the Name of God while eating gets the merit of a fast
even though he has taken his meals.

Even if one were to give in charity the whole earth encircled by the seas it would not equal the merit of repeating the Name.
By the power of the Name one will know what cannot be known,
One will see what cannot be seen,
One will speak what cannot be spoken,
One will meet what cannot be met.
Tuka says, Incalculable is the gain that conies from repeating the Name of God.
Sant Tukaram
http://www.onelittleangel.com/wisdom/quotes/saint.asp?mc=294
If you want to explore the deepest dimensions of life playfully,
you need a heart full of love,
a joyful mind, and a vibrant body.
Sadhguru
http://isha.sadhguru.org/blog/yoga-meditation/history-of-yoga/essence-of-leela-devotion-and-playfulness/
If you are in the physical world,
the physical fools will be pushing you around.
If nothing should push you around,
you must become nothing,
or everything
Sadhguru
http://isha.sadhguru.org/blog/yoga-meditation/history-of-yoga/even-krishna-governed-by-laws-of-physical/
Play!
It's where the absolute meets the ephemeral.

There is an old Sanskrit word, lila, which means play, richer than our word, it means divine play, the play of creation, destruction, and re-creation, the folding and unfolding of the cosmos. Lila, free and deep, is both the delight and enjoyment of this moment, and the play of God. It also means love.*

http://www.freakybeautiful.com/2013/09/lila-sanskrit-word-both-creators-and.html
See that you create the space
in which the world moves,
the time in which it lasts.
Come to realize that the world is only sand.

You may play with it,
you may walk on it,
but don’t build your house there.
There is no journey, as such.
It may not seem so,
but we are always back where we started.
What we were in essence,
and what we will be in essence,
is what we are in essence.
Wu Hsin
https://superaalifragilistic.wordpress.com/2013/05/15/behind-the-mind-the-lost-writings-of-wu-hsin/
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additional Gulls' Dance to the Finale
and more
afternoon slides

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The Lila Glides, Swoops, Dips and Pauses of Resurrection                                             Sunrise/Afternoon  August 5, 2016

8/5/2016

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FORMER PEAKS AND VALLEYS
DISAPPEAR
< 
TAO’S RESURRECTED CORE
< 
EFFORTLESS EASE GLIDE...
....AT MOST ONLY LILA SWOOPS, DIPS AND LANDINGS....
LANDINGS ARE FOR QUIET PAUSE
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REMEMBERING HOW TO BE WITHOUT MAN-MADE IDENTITY**
THIS IS PRIMORDIAL BIRDSPEAK
ew
3:46 AM-8/5/16

see below for more re: LILA
http://www.freakybeautiful.com/2013/09/lila-sanskrit-word-both-creators-and.html
**Every social group is built on identifications.
The basis of spiritual process is to learn to live without an identity.
Sadhguru
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6yjd1VicmQ
The above few photos are only a miniscule sample of All that we Saw/Experienced this morning....IT is ALL (& even More....) still with me.. ..

The morning sunrise/clouds/birds...just everything was/is so beyond words..
..that we again need to present slideshows of all photos in order taken....
......Allowing the viewer to have his/her own Experience.....the photos will possibly Gaze into your very soul with Information, symbols and Infusions...this will be in Read More section of this post at the end.
dmm
Most have difficult seeing clearly because
Their heads are in the way.
Wu Hsin
This golden mean is not non-participating.
If you want, you can fly up and land again,
or you can go down and come back again,
but in any case,
you maintain a certain level of blissfulness.
Sadhguru
http://isha.sadhguru.org/blog/lifestyle/success/golden-mean-of-blissfulness/
Those who refuse to be what they are will
Remain what they are not.
Wu Hsin
See Read More Below
for all sunrise photos in order taken

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RESURRECTION'S LILA              "You Become what you Love "Too Drunk to care....having sipped The Beloved's Wine"  8/4/16  

8/4/2016

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TIME (& MUCH ELSE) CEASES TO EXIST
WHEN SOURCED BEYOND TIME
< 
IN/OF/AS BREATH
OF
ORIGINAL SOURCE
< 
LIFE AS A CHESSBOARD GAME
OF POLARIZED EGOIC PLOYS DISINTEGRATES
< 
PLOYS<DIVINE PLAY
<
UNWAVERING
RESURRECTION'S LILA
ew
3:34 AM-8/4/16

see below for more re: LILA
http://www.freakybeautiful.com/2013/09/lila-sanskrit-word-both-creators-and.html
The world that we have created is so super masculine
that it is not even good for a man –
definitely not good for a woman.
Sadhguru
From this morning's newsletter/blog quote withhis article:
Can man and woman ever be equal?
http://isha.sadhguru.org/blog/lifestyle/relationships/can-man-and-woman-ever-be-equal/?utm_source=mailchimp&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=dmq-blog
Leela
(also spelled Lila)
means you bring playfulness into your life the way you know it.

.....the most responsible way to live is to be playful with life.
It is absolutely irresponsible to walk around with a long face.
Being playful is being responsible.
Only when you are playful, you can be responsive to life.
When you are serious, life around you does not exist for you –
it is only about you and your nonsense.

You can truly respond to everything in the world only if you are playful.
Otherwise, just the burden of it will kill you.
Sadhguru
Excerpt from EXCELLENT article here
http://isha.sadhguru.org/blog/yoga-meditation/history-of-yoga/essence-of-leela-devotion-and-playfulness/
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In the Garden of The Beloved
August 2 at 5:49pm ·

WHAT'S LEFT OF US
The day will surely come, if you Love,
When you're no longer able to feel,
Where The Beloved ends, within,
And what's left of you begins.
What's left of you will swirl,
Tumbling and turning,
Like the confused waves,
Where river meets Ocean.
Are you two, Lover and Beloved?
Or One, dreaming of two?
What's left of you,
Will be too Drunk to care.
Having sipped The Beloved's Wine.
The Beloved is the Living Water,
Within which what's left of us,
Sinks, Dissolving, like a salt doll.
The Beloved is the Air,
Within which what's left of us,
Flutters like a dry leaf.
The Beloved is the Earth,
Receiving what's left of us,
When we fall.
The Beloved is the Fire,
Consuming what's left of us,
Ashes, clinging to Her feet.
The Beloved is The Comforter and Teacher,
The Giver of Roses, the Server of Wine,
The Wellspring of Grace.
Nearer than what's left of us,
Dearer than what's left of us,
Hoo!
Where does what's left of us,
Seek the Wellspring of Grace?
Within... ever more deeply, within.
And what is the Key to Union,
To Liberation and Illumination,
To the Dissolution of what's left of us?
Love, above all else.
For like a fruit ripening, in time,
You become what you Love.
www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
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