IS NOT A PROBLEM TO BE HUMANLY Rx’d
A NO-PATH OPPORTUNITY
DIVINE GRACE TO TOTALLY POSSESS
BEYOND WORDS & THOUGHTS
A CONDITION BEYOND THE TELLING
THE GREAT NOTHING
It says nothing, asks for nothing.
It is a kind of listening.
The deeper the listening,
the less we listen for,
until silence itself
the voice of God.
― Stephen Mitchell
A Book of Psalms: Selections Adapted from the Hebrew
yet people prefer the side paths.
Be aware when things are out of balance.
Stay centered within the Tao.
When rich speculators prosper while farmers lose their land;
when government officials spend money on weapons instead of cures;
when the upper class is extravagant and irresponsible
while the poor have nowhere to turn—
all this is robbery and chaos.
It is not in keeping with the Tao.
― Stephen Mitchell, Tao Te Ching
words are very bad.
But if you are not thinking,
all words and all things that you can see or hear
or smell or taste or touch
will help you.
So it is very important for you
to cut off your thinking
your attachment to words.”
― Stephen Mitchell
Dropping Ashes on the Buddha: The Teachings of Zen Master Seung Sahn
—betting on either or or, arguing for for or against--
the more we can be aware
of the exquisite counterpoint of things.
how we vote,
how we tie our shoelaces,
how we respond
to the faintest whisper
of a thought.
because (look!) it’s already gone.
When we understand this, we’re home free.
― Stephen Mitchell,
The Second Book of the Tao
can lead to excessive attachment to the way things ought to be,
their tender warmth needs to be balanced with spacious equanimity.
But evenhanded equanimity
can lead to excessive detachment,
so its coolness needs to be balanced
with loving care and compassion.
Learning this balance is essential
for a steady heart.
All Photos for today's OceanSpeak from: August 15, 2018
FULLTIME NAKED GRACE "...womb of creation..." "...open awareness..." August 15, 2018
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AS WHEN BEING GAZED THRU CAMERA LENS
FULLTIME NAKED GRACE
IS ONLY LIFE….
NOTHING MORE – NOTHING LESS
(a Whisper from approx.
May 2018..Ocala, Fl
and bids us enjoy her beauty;
but we dread her silence
and rush into the crowded cities,
there to huddle like sheep
fleeing from a ferocious wolf.
there is no border between you and the closest things,
and there is no distance between you and the farthest things,
and all things,
from the lowest to the loftiest,
from the smallest to the greatest,
are within you as equal things.
In one atom are found all the elements of the earth;
in one motion of the mind are found the motions
of all the laws of existence;
in one drop of water are found the secrets
of all the endless oceans;
in one aspect of you are found
all the aspects of existence.
- Kahlil Gibran
The sun is the mother of the earth and gives it its nourishment of heat;
it never leaves the universe at night
until it has put the earth to sleep to the song of the sea
and the hymn of the birds and brooks.
And this earth is the mother of trees and flowers.
It produces them, nurses them, and weans them.
The trees and flowers become kind mothers
of their great fruits and seeds.
And the mother,
the prototype of all existence,
is the eternal spirit,
full of beauty and love.
know nothing of the life of the mountain villagers.
We are swept into the current of urban existence,
until we forget the peaceful rhythms of simple country life,
which smiles in the spring,
toils in the summer, reaps in autumn, rests in winter,
imitating nature in all her cycles.
We are wealthier than the villagers in silver or gold,
but they are richer in spirit.
What we sow we reap not; they reap what they sow.
We are slaves of gain, and they the children of contentment.
Our draught from the cup of life
is mixed with bitterness and despair,
fear and weariness;
but they drink the pure nectar of life’s fulfillment.
you behold wheresoever you lift your eyes;
a beauty which is Nature in all her forms.
A beauty which is the beginning of the shepherd’s happiness
as he stands among the hills;
and the villager’s in his fields;
and of the wandering tribes
between mountain and plain.
A beauty which is a stepping-stone for the wise
to the throne of the living Truth.
like a widow mourning her dead child and I asked,
"Why do you weep, my pure brook?"
And the brook replied,
"Because I am compelled to go to the city
where Man condemns me and spurns me for stronger drinks
and makes of me a scavenger for his offal,
pollutes my purity,
and turns my goodness to filth."
And I heard the birds grieving, and I asked,
"Why do you cry, my beautiful birds?"
And one of them flew near, and perched at the tip of a branch and said,
"The sons of Adam will soon come into this field
with their deadly weapons and make war upon us
as if we were their mortal enemies.
We are now taking leave of one another,
for we know not which of us will escape the wrath of Man.
Death follows us wherever we go."
Now the sun rose from behind the mountain peaks
and gilded the treetops with coronals.
I look upon this beauty and asked myself, "
Why must Man destroy what Nature has built?"
and like an air plant be sustained by the light.
But since you must kill to eat,
and rob the newly born of its mother’s milk to quench your thirst,
let it be an act of worship.
And let your board stand an altar
on which the pure and the innocent of the forest and plain
are sacrificed for that which is purer
and still more innocent in man.