JUST PURE BEING
A FREEDOM BEYOND ALL BELIEF….
BEYOND ALL THINKING/WORDS/EXPLANATIONS
TO ANYONE, INCLUDING THE ILLUSORY SELF
THERE IS ONLY
AN UNTHINKABLE- UNSPEAKABLE BEING
MOVED THRU & AS
THE ETERNAL NOW
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More Re: this early morning’s Experience + Soulution
I came up here from the monastery last night, sloshing through the cornfield, said Vespers, and put some oatmeal on the Coleman stove for supper. It boiled over while I was listening to the rain and toasting a piece of bread at the log fire. The night became very dark. The rain surrounded the whole cabin with its enormous virginal myth, a whole world of meaning, of secrecy, of silence, of rumor.
Think of it: all that speech pouring down, selling nothing, judging nobody, drenching the thick mulch of dead leaves, soaking the trees, filling the gullies and crannies of the wood with water, washing out the places where men have stripped the hillside! What a thing it is to sit absolutely alone, in the forest, at night, cherished by this wonderful, unintelligible, perfectly innocent speech, the most comforting speech in the world, the talk that rain makes by itself all over the ridges, and the talk of the watercourses everywhere in the hollows!
“Nobody started it, nobody is going to stop it. It will talk as long as it wants, this rain. As long as it talks I am going to listen.”
Rain… Diary of a Stranger
and unless you look for it in the present
you will never find it.
beckons you into silence: an old stone bench,
a lake shore, a certain time in your life. Nothing
small can reside there.
I’m looking for that place now, the kind of place
that puts clocks to rest because something must
come forth to reset everything. I don’t want to
follow these rules and constructs anymore -
written, not written, felt.
Something is asking me not to, and it is wise.
to tap the place that I am longing for, that place
where obvious things cannot be explained. That
place that is called sacred even by those who
have never used the word before.
I want you to sit and wait with me, away from the
noise and the voices of those who speak only to rob
you of your name. What most needs to be heard
hasn’t yet been said.
(c) 2016/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Conversations with Mary"
inside every breath.
It will carry you to the sea of silence.
You sleep, but your heart is awake.
Only a communion of beauty
and darkness can heal you.
Is this not the secret of the moon?
Before they close,
wounds glisten with inward light.
Just like your eyes.
if that is what they want
and is always available
to those with a passion for the truth.
In the welter of opinions
She is content with not-knowing.
She makes distinctions
but doesn't take them seriously.
She sees the world constantly breaking
apart, and stays centered in the whole.
She sees the world endlessly changing
and never wants it to be
different from what it is.
Adapted by Stephen Mitchell
Notes from Before and After Sunrise this morning
a few more photos