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 “The purpose of life is to bring us closer to those secrets, and madness is the only means.” Kahlil Gibran Letters p62 “….there is, for the mad and the mystic, no such thing as intelligence, only cold-blooded honesty.” Jack Haas The Way of Wonder p178 Full Evershining Phoenix Risen Immortal Light Body Blazings Disappear The Archetype of Murder ew   "...I start to float away, and the whole world seems very strange, in a pleasant kind of way." Blue Rodeo  "In ecstasy a man remains dumb with wonder..... forgetting the external world with all its charms and attractions; even one's own body which is so dear to one, is easily forgotten." Sri Ramakrishna  "...let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;
And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line. For self is a sea boundless and measureless." Kahlil Gibran The Prophet If we seek to understand life (the life which we are), we will never see it as it is - i.e. not understandable. However, if we give ourselves away, forget everything, and open up to the grand possibility that we are limitless, then, and only then, will the unfathomable, blissful mystery which we are dance naked right before us. Jack Haas The Way of Wonder, p. 213 "...the experience of absolute wonder destroys false walls, and does not create new ones; everything false is demolished and nothing but the real, stupefying nudity of 'what is' remains." Jack Haas The Way of Wonder p. 143 
If something clutches and dampens your Glorious Truth of Wellbeing it has to be from the past...a past memory... it is unreal in the present moment and simply cannot exist in the Pure Grace of WellBeing ew 
The wound is the place where the Light enters you. Rumi 
“LOVE IS THE ONLY FREEDOM” BLOSSOMING THE FLOWER AS SURELY AS IT EXPANDS GODSEED INTO A PERFUMING SOUL ew Silent's Songs v. VI July 29, 2003 4:00 a.m.  LOOSE GARMENT DESIGN OF HUMAN FORM.... AS THE CLOUD OF UNKNOWING...... CLOAKS BEYOND-NOW’S INVISIBILITY…. …. THE UNSPEAKABLE TRUTH OF BEING’S MYSTERY ew May 2, 2013 Sunrise  "....let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;
and seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line. For self is a sea boundless and measureless." Kahlil Gibran The Prophet AS THE CLOUD OF UNKNOWING......  "A Strange and Unchildish Sorrow" A Draining Darkening Vortex is upon this consciousness..... then the Knowing to allow the form to be Moved to far south end of beach. We Blended with that Gnosis then Surfaced to become Aware of the Gifts in Form (samplers in the following photos) as All Unchildish Sorrow and Drains Disappeared even from cellular memory.  
"May Love's Peace Hold You Beyond Earthly Measure" ew Godseed               “A strange loneliness
and an unchildish sorrow.” ¥ “There are a few souls in the world who seem as if they do not belong here, but had strayed from just round the corner while they were on the way to another planet or world.” ¥ Kahlil Gibran  "When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue. Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear; For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is remembered When the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no more." Kahlil Gibran The Prophet – On Talking  "THE INNER SWOONS COME TO PERFUME YOUR HEART WITH VISION AS SILENCE" ew Almustafa Swoons Pocket Pearls Harbour Island May 2005           "THE BREATH OF HEAVEN SWOONING ALL UNTO ITSELF" ew Almustafa Swoons Pocket Pearls Harbour Island May 2005   "A NEVERBORN IS ONE IN WHOM GOD SWAYS WITH RECKLESS ABANDON" ew Almustafa Swoons Pocket Pearls Harbour Island May 2005  I AM FOREVER walking upon these shores,
Betwixt the sand and the foam, The high tide will erase my foot-prints, And the wind will blow away the foam. But the sea and the shore will remain Forever. Once I filled my hand with mist. Then I opened it and lo, the mist was a worm. And I closed and opened my hand again, and behold there was a bird. And again I closed and opened my hand, and in its hollow stood a man with a sad face, turned upward. And again I closed my hand, and when I opened it there was naught but mist. But I heard a song of exceeding sweetness. It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life. Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me. Kahlil Gibran Sand and Foam Full Writing - http://www-personal.umich.edu/~jrcole/gibran/sandfoam/sandfoam.htm |
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“alone with the Alone” on a tiny Caribbean Island…. Saturating, Infusing with a Raw and Primal Mother Nature…. Longtime retired from other lifetimes within the lifetime…. There are no copyright laws where photographs and ew Wordings Originate from on this website. Please feel Love’s Joy and Freedom to Absorb, Share and Co-Create with these Offerings in any manner you Know to. Dorothea/ew Archives
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