THE INNER CORE ORIGIN
EFFORTLESS EASE BREATH OF LIFE & DEATH
ONLY SOULUTIONS PRESIDE
THE VAST ETERNAL CORE
(From: Mystic Meandering)
With my mother's death last year and now with the COVID
Pandemic - feeling surrounded by death - I have become more
aware of my own mortality, especially at my age, with a body
malfunctioning, broken since birth.
sense of the reality of the impermanence of this life of
physicality. What can you do... It's going to happen...
It's just the nature of time for things to fall away in the
cycle of life...
The "I" (the Eternal Being) that inhabits this body is not aging -
but "i" am surprised by the body's increasing decline - knowing
where it is headed - the inevitable...
although grateful that the end
to the body's struggles is closer -
how close "she" doesn't know -
but wonders what that will be like;
to witness the death of her body
and the possibility of a
"cosmic birthing" into a new "form"
of the Formless;
back into cosmic dust, or be absorbed
by the Vastness of the Eternal.
Sentience dissolving into the Eternal...
Who really knows...
We're just passing through.
feeling the body's decline as I do -
but still -
gives me pause...
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The body is too slow for me
I am going.
Most ancient prayers have nothing in common with petitions; they are, as it were, ‘recapitulations’.
By repeating them aloud or to himself,
a man endeavors to experience what is in them
– their content –
with his mind and feeling,
concentrating and reflecting
on the real sense of each word –
what it really means to him,
how he can understand it.
connected in his thinking and many thoughts
relating to the words of the prayer
will pass through his mind.
which can do for him what he asks God to do.
G. I. Gurdjieff
A Recapitulation of the Lord's Prayer
Think of the phoenix coming up out of ashes,
but not flying off.
For a moment we have form.
We can't see.
at the same time and separate?
Seeds in Spring
begin to be trees, no longer seed. Brushwood
put in the fire changes.
You step in my footprint and it's gone.
this attention from you.
but they're only ideas. What's real
is a presence, like Shams.
Coleman Barks version
Losing one's mind that
One may come to
All else is like
Trying to smooth water.