Category: Thomas Merton

WAILS & HOWLS **** APPLY VAST SILENCE "Even in sleep, I am awake." April 8, 2019

4/8/2019

Continuing with the Sharing of
The Heart of Awareness
A Translation of the
Ashtavakra Gita
Thomas Byrom
This Sharing began 3/26/19
There are 20 chapters
Below is Chapter 14
The Fool

6:42 AM - View from garden lot

WAILS & HOWLS
YOWLS & WAILS
VIA
PHYSICAL NERVE ENDINGS
MAP THE RELIEF REQUIRED
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APPLY VAST SILENCE
VIA
PRESSURE TO PRESSURE
∞
ALSO REMEMBER:
ORIGINAL ONES’ AWARENESS
HAPPENS WITHOUT PHYSICAL TOUCH
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5:10 AM-4/8/19

14
The Fool

1
By nature my mind is empty.
Even in sleep,
I am awake.
I think of things without thinking.

All my impressions of the world
Have dissolved.

2
My desires have melted away.

So what do I care for money
Or the thieving senses,
For friends or knowledge or holy books?

3
Liberation,
Bondage,
What are they to me?

What do I care for freedom?

For I have known God,
The infinite Self,
The witness of all things.

4
Without, a fool.
Within, free of thought.

I do as I please,
And only those like me
Understand my ways.

Above from
The Heart of Awareness
A Translation of the
Ashtavakra Gita
Thomas Byrom
Chapter 14
The Fool
Entire Book (pdf) with Excellent Introduction:
http://mystic7.org/images/companies/1/Books/Free/The%20Heart%20of%20Awareness.pdf?1445090941313

Before she became fire, she was water.
Quenched the thirst of every dying creature.
She gave and she gave,
until she turned from sea to desert.
But instead of dying of the heat,
the sadness, the heartache,
she took all of her pain
and from her own ashes
became fire.
~Nikita Gill
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2019/04/08/29324/

AFTERNOON

The path to heaven lies through heaven,
and all the way to heaven is heaven.
–Catherine of Siena

The bird has no path;
where the bird flies is the path.

The fish has no path in water;
wherever it swims is the path.
–The Upanishads

Rather the flying bird, leaving no trace
Than the going beast
Marking the earth with his track.

The bird flies by and forgets
(As is only right). The beast
Where he no longer is
(And is therefore no use)
Marks that he was there before
(Which is also no use).

For to remember is to betray
Nature, since the nature of yesterday
Is not nature.
What has been, is nothing.
Remembering
Is failure to see.

Move on, bird, move on, teach me
To move on.

–Fernando Pessoa
Thomas Merton version

https://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2019/04/if-thou-but-settest-foot-on-this-path.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FmnCFM+%28Love+Is+A+Place%29

http://www.goodworksonearth.org/spinning.html

Who (be quiet) Are you

Be still
Listen to the stones of the wall.
Be silent, they try
To speak your

Name.
Listen
To the living walls.
Who are you?
Who
Are you? Whose
Silence are you?

Who (be quiet)
Are you (as these stones
Are quiet). Do not
Think of what you are
Still less of

What you may one day be.
Rather
Be what you are (but who?) be
The unthinkable one
You do not know.

O be still, while
You are still alive,
And all things live around you
Speaking (I do not hear)
To your own being,
Speaking by the Unknown
That is in you and in themselves.

“I will try, like them
To be my own silence:
And this is difficult. The whole
World is secretly on fire. The stones
Burn, even the stones
They burn me. How can a man be still or
Listen to all things burning? How can he dare
To sit with them when
All their silence
Is on fire?”

–Thomas Merton
in silence
https://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2019/04/who-be-quiet-are-you.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FmnCFM+%28Love+Is+A+Place%29

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CREATION’S GREAT BREATH "...silent self within us..." "...intimacy of the most unspeakable kind." January 13, 2019

1/13/2019

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BE THE PEACE THAT PASSETH EARTHLY UNDERSTANDING
ORIGIN'S AKASHA TAO CORE
PARTING ALL RED SEAS OF LIES & DESTRUCTION
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INHALED/EXHALED SYNCHRONOUS
IN/OF/AS
CREATION’S GREAT BREATH
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1:30 AM-1/13/19

Profound Not-Knowing - Jeff Foster
One of my favorite things to do is to sit with my elderly father
who has Alzheimers. It's a beautiful thing to just sit in a place
of profound not-knowing with him, a place where I do not
know what to say or do.

I sit, without expectation,
without trying to 'fix' him,
or manipulate his experience in any way.

I just listen,
without trying to make things better in the moment,
without playing the role of 'the one who knows'.
I am simply available to him.

I don't need to 'know' anything in this place...
And here,
I notice a deep and profound acceptance
of any wave of frustration or sadness
that appears in the ocean of experience.

And this seems to be
what true relationship is at its very core -
meeting, really meeting in the moment,
without hope, without
a future, without expectation, without a story.
Coming face to face with - yourself.

Nisargadatta Maharaj says:
"What remains is the great sadness of compassion"

It is not cold detachment and neo-Advaita
world-rejection,
but the
intimacy of the most unspeakable kind.

Jeff Foster
Excerpt from The Beauty We Love
Also here:
https://mysticmeandering.blogspot.com/2019/01/profound-not-knowing-jeff-foster.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+MysticMeandering+%28Mystic+Meandering%29

AFTERNOON

the silent self
There is a silent self within us
whose presence is disturbing precisely because it is so silent:
it can't be spoken.
It has to remain silent.
To articulate it, to verbalize it,
is to tamper with it, and in some way to destroy it.

Now let us frankly face the fact
that our culture is one which is geared in many ways
to help us evade any need to face this inner, silent self.

We live in a state of constant semi attention
to the sound of voices, music, traffic,
or the generalized noise of what goes on around us all the time.

This keeps us immersed in a flood of racket and words,
a diffuse medium in which our consciousness is half diluted:
we are not quite "thinking",
not entirely responding,
but we are more or less there.

We are not fully present and not entirely absent,
not fully withdrawn,
yet not completely available.

It cannot be said that we are really participating in anything
and we may in fact, be half conscious of our alienation and resentment.
Yet we derive a certain comfort from the vague sense
that we are "part of something"
-- although we are not quite able to define what that something is --
and probably wouldn't want to define it even if we could.

We just float along in the general noise.
Resigned and indifferent,
we share semi-consciously
in the mindless mind of Muzak and radio commercials
which pass for "reality".

- Thomas Merton
from Love & Living
http://beautywelove.blogspot.com/2019/01/the-silent-self.html

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TRUTH OF BEING UNLEASHED "...become unnameable." 1/12/19 "...in the center of nowhere...the unborn flower of nothing:..."

1/12/2019

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TRUTH OF BEING UNLEASHED
…EVEN SILENTLY…
PARTS ALL RED SEAS OF HORROR
LIES AND DECEIT
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3:19 AM-1/12/19

"I am upset beause i see a meaningless world."
What is meaningless is neither good nor bad.
Why, then, should a meaningless world upset you?
If you could accept the world as meaningless
and let the truth be written upon it for you,
it would make you indescribably happy.
But because it is meaningless,
you are impelled to write upon it
what you would have it be.
It is this you see in it.
It is this that is meaningless in truth.

Beneath your words is written the Word of God.
The truth upsets you now,
but when your words have been erased,
you will see His.
That is the ultimate purpose of these exercises.
for Full Writing/Lesson See:
Course in Miracles Lesson
http://www.jcim.net/acim_us/WKBK-L12.php

Look unto Me, for I in the midst of you am your bread, your staff of life.
You need not earn your bread by the sweat of your brow.
Work, but enjoy it.
Work, and love it, but never feel dependent on it for your living,
for I am living you:
I am your living.
~Joel S Goldsmith
A PARENTHESIS IN ETERNITY

And God is able to make all grace abound toward you;
that ye, always having all sufficiency in all things,
may abound to every good work.
II Corinthians 9:8 (KJV)
www.iwso.org/thedailylesson.htm

Outside, the freezing desert night.
this other night grows warm, kindling.
Let the landscape be covered with thorny crust.
We have a soft garden in here.

The continents blasted,
cities and towns, everything
becomes a scorched, blackened ball.

The news we hear is full of grief for that future,
but the real news inside here
is there's no news at all.
~Rumi
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2019/01/12/28794/

AFTERNOON

unnameable

There is no where in you a paradise that is no place and there
You do not enter except without a story.

To enter there is to become unnameable.
Whoever is nowhere is nobody,
and therefore cannot exist except as unborn:
No disguise will avail him anything.

Such a one is neither lost nor found.

But he who has an address is lost.
They fall, they fall into apartments and are securely established!
They find themselves in streets. They are licensed
To proceed from place to place
They now know their own names
They can name several friends and know
Their own telephones must some time ring.

If all telephones ring at once,
if all names are shouted at once
and all cars crash at one crossing:
If all cities explode and fly away in dust
Yet identities refuse to be lost. There is a name and a number for everyone.
There is a definite place for bodies, there are pigeon holes for ashes:
Such security can business buy!

Who would dare to go nameless in so secure a universe?
Yet, to tell the truth, only the nameless are at home in it.

They bear with them in the center of nowhere
the unborn flower of nothing:
This is the paradise tree.
It must remain unseen until words end and arguments are silent.

~ Thomas Merton
from The Selected Poems of Thomas Merton
http://beautywelove.blogspot.com/2011/01/fall.html

Just state the fact!
Don't think of anything as a curse or a blessing.
Don't interpret it,
and suddenly you will see
that everything is beautiful.
OSHO
Transformation Tarot
#27 Blessings in Disguise

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#5. LANGUAGE OF THE NEVERBORN "... embryonic-ancient..." "... Sings without a word by itself...." December 1, 2018

12/1/2018

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#5. LANGUAGE OF THE NEVERBORN
Original Writing June 2003-October 2004
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
excerpts below from
GODSEED: The Alchemy of Primordial Memory
Dorothea M. Mills/elizabeth walker
Series Begins with OceanSpeak this date: 11/27/18

THE SOULAND FUTURE IS NOW∞
BE THAT∞∞
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4:30 AM-12/1/18

∞PRIMORDIAL CONSCIOUSNESS BEYOND WORDS & THOUGHTS
SOUL-LAND RamDass
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7shIVtTMlM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzZvx3B2fQg
∞Bernadette Roberts-
http://nomindsland.blogspot.com/2018/11/bernadette-roberts-experience-of-no-self.html

∞∞ FREE OF THE PARASITIC SLIME FROM
BALLS OF PARASITIC LIFE FORMS THAT WANT TO CHOKE REAL LIFE…*
& ARE UNABLE TO SEE THE REAL REALITY
OF ORIGINAL ONES IN THEIR MIDST…

THEY ONLY CAN BE WITH ONE ANOTHER…
AND ARE THEREFORE NO DANGER TO
(REALIZED-BEYOND-BELIEF)
ORIGINAL ONES
*BALLS OF PARASITIC LIFE FORMS…. KRAZY GLUED TOGETHER BY MAGGOT-GENRE SLIME
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WETIKO VIRUS
(click links below)
https://carolynbaker.net/2013/04/23/our-collective-psychosis-a-review-of-paul-levys-dispelling-wetiko-by-carolyn-baker/

Wetiko the collective psychosis of humanity with Paul Levy

Dispelling Wetiko: Breaking the Curse of Evil - Theosophical Society in ...

Song for Nobody

A yellow flower
(Light and spirit)
Sings by itself
For nobody.

A golden spirit
(Light and emptiness)
Sings without a word
By itself.

Let no one touch this gentle sun
In whose dark eye
Someone is awake.

(No light, no gold, no name, no color
And no thought:
O, wide awake!)
A golden heaven
Sings by itself
A song to nobody.

by Thomas Merton
http://www.poetseers.org/spiritual-and-devotional-poets/christian/merton/song-for-nobody/index.html

IF THEY DON'T KNOW YOUR BUSINESS
THEY CAN'T MIND IT

quote found srawled on old paper in Archives
Youthanasia Acres-near Dublin Indiana approx 2001
probably from dmm's Great Grandmother Molly Walker

Keep your attention focused entirely on what is truly your own concern,
and be clear that what belongs to others
is their business and none of yours.
Epictetus

Let every fox take care of his own tail.
Italian Proverb
More here:
http://www.wiseoldsayings.com/minding-your-own-business-quotes/

AFTERNOON

Below in this font from:
LANGUAGE OF THE NEVERBORN
Original Writing June 2003-October 2004
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
excerpts below from
GODSEED: The Alchemy of Primordial Memory
Dorothea M. Mills/elizabeth walker

Perfect unshadowed Love…
…Flowing Freely & Radiating without waver…
Feeds hungering souls
Know that Divinity Moves Silently in All that is About You

as your soul is Filled by Divine Love,
there are no personal needs to be filled by an other

There are no secrets
only
Pearls of Great Price

There are no lies
only
germs of great deceit

Soul Love is All that Is
when you are at One with the Great Silence

with the Deep Breath of Divinity’s Spirit
you will be Given Words
to Express in a Manner that will Touch an Other’s Soul

when Holy spirit Speaks You, an Other’s Soul Hears

as I have always Known would be True,
I am Held beyond time and space…
an embryonic, yet ancient dimension…
that can only occur when matched souls experience re-Union

in your eyes
I have Seen a soul that is beyond all souls…
…and am now able to See it in others by not looking for it.
There is no more search.

Note: Two figures, one with apparent halo..white heart shape...or half of angel with wing...

Is is any wonder that when you Join
you meet your Self that has been there forever
in Love and Essence?

Vapors of Love
Radiate from your Quiet Heart
and
Stir my soul

Divine Silence Allows what Is
to Simply Be

Above in this font from:
LANGUAGE OF THE NEVERBORN
Original Writing June 2003-October 2004
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
excerpts below from
GODSEED: The Alchemy of Primordial Memory
Dorothea M. Mills/elizabeth walker

Song for Nobody

A yellow flower
(Light and spirit)
Sings by itself
For nobody.
A golden spirit
(Light and emptiness)
Sings without a word
By itself.

Let no one touch this gentle sun
In whose dark eye
Someone is awake.
(No light, no gold, no name, no color
And no thought:
O, wide awake!)
A golden heaven
Sings by itself
A song to nobody.

by Thomas Merton
http://www.poetseers.org/spiritual-and-devotional-poets/christian/merton/song-for-nobody/index.html

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Full Wordings
Additional Photos

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BAUBO'S HOLY FIRE "the "Thou...." "..what is unseen is eternal." (longer original version for 9/5/18)

9/5/2018

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BAUBO'S HOLY FIRE
MAINTAINS TRUTH OF BEING
<
THE CORE OF BEING’S ETERNAL FLAME OF CREATION
SILENTLY ROARS IN ALL ASPECTS OF LIFE
ALL IS
JUST IS
AS IT IS
ew
4:16 AM-9/5/18

So we fix our eyes not on what is seen,
but on what is unseen,
since what is seen is temporary,
but what is unseen is eternal.
2 Corinthians 4:18 NIV
https://my.bible.com/bible/111/2CO.4.18

Thomas Merton - "no such thing"

Contemplation is not trance or ecstasy
not emotional fire and sweetness that come with religious exaltation
not enthusiasm, not the sense of being "seized" by an elemental force
and swept into liberation by mystical frenzy.
contemplation is no pain-killer.

In the end the contemplative suffers the anguish of realizing
that he no longer knows what God is;
this is a great gain,
because "God is not a what,"
not a "thing."

There is "no such thing" as God
because God is neither a "what" or a "thing"
but a pure "Who,"
the "Thou" before whom our inmost "I" springs
into awareness.
~ Thomas Merton
from New Seed of Contemplation

Via the beauty we love
http://nomindsland.blogspot.com/2018/09/thomas-merton-no-such-thing.html

AFTERNOON

The Afternoon Beach Time at Remembrance Rock was/IS so BEYOND WORDS
all we want to do is share
most all of the photos .....without words...

however want to say towards the end....where i am on Baubo Belly by Rock...
suddenly we were Re-Experiencing the birthing from Sea Creature to human form......
...AND was EXTRA wobbly after that Experience
which probably lasted at least 5-10 minutes,
(though had NO sense of earthly time)
with breaker after breaker and criss-crossing strong undertow...
...had to hang onto sand to keep from getting pulled out.

These are probably too many words,
but just "had" to say this much.

LONG AGO...nearly 30 yrs ago,
i Spontaneously Knew/Experienced this spot by Rock
as Being where we Emerged from Sea the first time
...that has Held with me for years...

TODAY
this was a Spontaneous Happening...
absolutely no thoughts of it or "planning"...
...suddenly IT was Happening.....
There is a "difference" now...o so subtle, but Huge.
A Stillness Has Taken Over All Aspects

Ancient and Embryonic
Flow as Ouroboros
with Centerpoint
Always
as
Akasha TAO Core
SILENCE
ew/dmm
3:42pm - 9/5/2018

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FULLTIME NAKED GRACE "...womb of creation..." "...open awareness..." August 15, 2018

8/15/2018

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BE STILLED FOCUSED AWARE
AS WHEN BEING GAZED THRU CAMERA LENS
<
ORIGINAL SILENCE
UNFETTERED AWARENESS
FULLTIME NAKED GRACE
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4:54 AM-8/15/18

GREAT BREATH OF LIFE & DEATH
IS ONLY LIFE….
NOTHING MORE – NOTHING LESS
(a Whisper from approx.
May 2018..Ocala, Fl

OES 4:29 AM
4:43 AM
Wednesday, August 15, 2018

“alone with the Alone” for sure now…
How to keep up with earthly details…?

BE STILLED FOCUSED AWARE
AS WHEN BEING GAZED THRU CAMERA LENS
<
ORIGINAL SILENCE
UNFETTERED AWARENESS
FULLTIME NAKED GRACE
ew
4:54 AM-8/15/18

What a Relief..it’s the same state when we Sit in Original Silence to Allow fingers to fly on keyboard Uttering Whispers & no mind present to know what is worded as the fingers fly
…same state as when Gazing in/of/as another’s soul/Beingness….
or Gazing at a flower or hummingbird…
AH…AS ALL OF LIFE
∞
A Pristine Silence that cannot be described, only Lived
∞
GREAT BREATH OF LIFE & DEATH
IS ONLY LIFE….
NOTHING MORE – NOTHING LESS
(a Whisper from approx.
May 2018..Ocala, Fl

Nature reaches out to us with welcoming arms,
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.
Khalil Gibran

Let me seek then, the gift of silence,
and poverty and solitude,
where everything I touch is turned into prayer,
where the sky is my prayer,
the birds are my prayer,
the wind in the trees is my prayer,
for God is all in all.
Thomas Merton

The Flower Of Silence Is Your Body

A beautiful soul-friend said to me with longing, "I miss the silence!
How can I find it again?"

This touched me so deeply, I cried. It is the most important question,
the most mature question, yet the question of a child yearning for Mother,
the question of one who could not ask it unless every particle of her body
was already pervaded by the answer!

Dearest one, do not look for silence in the mind. The mind is never silent.

Instead, find silence through the body. The body, not the mind, is the gate
of meditation.

Let mind dissolve into sensation, sensation into energy, energy into emptiness.
Just listen.

Descend into the cells of your body. Feel all your molecules vibrating as
one sensation. Nature's intelligence carries out the astonishing complexity
of cell physiology without any planning, without any thinking. Let your
mind repose in bewilderment, be wildered and witness the primal Radiance
of your flesh. Just listen to what listens.

Listen to the bell-bowl of each cell. Feel the hollow places in you, the caverns
in matter. Rest in the cavity of the mid-brain, the no-thing at the center of
the eyeball, the emptiness in the nostrils, ears, throat, chest, heart, belly,
abdomen, bone marrow. How spacious is your body!

Now be aware of the vacuum in a single atom. At any point in your flesh,
enter the silent sub-nuclear vastness beyond the stars. Tumble down through
the center of the densest proton. Fall into That. Feel the silence...

The total information about every galaxy that ever whirled or will ever
spin forth, is contained in the nameless point, the infinitesimal bindu at
the center of a quark, where all the gravity-waves in creation bring you
home to the singularity of your Self.

Your mind struck dumb with beauty, let the particles of your body dissolve
into the hum of the void, the emptiness that sparkles with virtual photons
and electrons of pure consciousness.

This is the womb of creation,
where spirit and matter have not yet divided
into subject and object.
Don't just listen to this vibrant silence.
You are the
Silence.

In the words of the ancient sage Ashtavakra, Layam vraja, :
"Dissolve now!"
http://yourradiance.blogspot.com/2018/08/the-flower-of-silence-is-your-body.html

AFTERNOON

From the perspective of open awareness,
uncertainty and aliveness are one.
In the center of the shakiness is immense creativity.

From within the core,
there is nothing to transform,
no new person to become,
and no healing which must first occur
before you can fully show up and participate here.

Your life is not a project to be solved,
but a mystery coming into form.

Matt Licata
excerpt from:
http://alovinghealingspace.blogspot.com/2018/08/a-mystery-coming-into-form.html
Full Sharing & Additional Photos in
Read More at end of Afternoon Photos

To be continued early tomorrow morning: 8/16/18

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PRIMAL REPOSE GRACEOPATHY "In true prayer..." Milestone "...primal, primordial, ancient “I AM”." JULY 10, 2018

7/10/2018

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5:55 AM

PRIMAL REPOSE REMAINS*…
A TRANSPARENCY
OF THE ABSOLUTE’S UNWAVERING
GENTLE DÉJÀ VU
=
GRACEOPATHY
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3:34 AM-7/10/18
*See Read More At
End of Afternoon Photos

6:28 AM

In true prayer, although every silent moment remains the same,
every moment is a new discovery of a new silence,
a new penetration into that eternity in which all things are always new.
We know, by fresh discovery, the deep reality that is our concrete existence here and now …

When I am liberated by silence,
when I am no longer involved in the measurement of life,
but in the living of it,
I can discover a form of prayer in which
there is effectively, no distraction.

My whole life becomes a prayer.
My whole silence is full of prayer.

The world of silence in which I am immersed contributes to my prayer.

Let me seek, then, the gift of silence, … and solitude,
where everything I touch is turned into prayer:

where the sky is my prayer,
the birds are my prayer,
the wind in the trees is my prayer,
for God is all in all.

Thomas Merton
via
https://www.stillnessspeaks.com/
&
http://nomindsland.blogspot.com/2018/07/thomas-merton-prayer-silence-solitude.html

AFTERNOON

Advice on keeping joy moving through you.

Sufis call the wantings nafs.
From the urgent way lovers want each other to the sannyasin's search for truth,
all moving is from the mover.
Every pull draws us to the ocean.
Rumi says it's important
to live the wantings as they come
and not get stuck somewhere,
stagnant.

He was asked once what to do about a young man
caught doing some indecent act.
The story doesn't mention what exactly — masturbation, peeping-tomming, whatever wild wantings young men think to do.

Rumi told them not to worry about it.
'It just means he's growing his feathers.
The dangerous case is a kid who doesn't do indecent acts,
who then leaves the nest without feathers.
One flap and the cat has him.'

Be careful, Rumi suggests,
about shaming sexual behavior in an adolescent
or anyone who hasn't yet has his or her fill of erotic trancing.
Often, the closest we come to surrender is orgasm.
In Rumi's symbology the rooster is a symbol for that energy.

"So how did Husam kill his rooster?
By dissolving into the play.
The nafs are energies that keep us moving,
stopping nowhere.
Union with the divine continually unfolds.
Next to the glowing drive-in movie,
the junkyard's rusted stacks of old desire-bodies.

Let the beauty we love keep turning into action,
transmuting to another, another.
What have I ever lost by dying?
Rumi asks, exchanging one set of nafs for the next.

Chopping rooster energy becomes another dining room story.
Particles of praise shine in the sunlight.
Anything you grab hold of on the bank
breaks with the river's pressure.
When you do things from your soul,
the river itself moves through you.
Freshness and a deep joy are signs of the current."
The Essential RumiBy Coleman Barks, Jelaluddin Rumi
Advice on keeping joy moving through you.
http://www.spiritualityandpractice.com/book-reviews/excerpts/view/17222

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TRUTH OF BEING ALCHEMICAL DANCE OF HATE & LOVE Sunrise/Afternoon Nov 19, 2017

11/19/2017

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THE ABSOLUTE’S ABSOLUTE TRUTH OF BEING
IS ABSOLUTELY REQUIRED
∞
IMPERSONAL TAO CORE
AS BEYOND WORDS
SOURCE/REALITY
∞
ew
3:39 AM-11/19/17

LOVE
Let. Others. Voluntarily. Evolve.
https://newlifehouse.com/al-anon-sayings/

“The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves,
and not to twist them to fit our image.
Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.”
(Thomas Merton: No Man Is an Island)
https://newlifehouse.com/al-anon-sayings/

AFTERNOON.......

Love and hate -
manifestations of the same force on two different planes

When you feel hatred for someone,
what is this force that teaches you to pulverise them with a look or even to strike them?
And if you love someone tenderly,
what is this force that moves you to smile at them,
to speak sweetly to them,
to hold them tight in your arms and to bring them gifts?

Whether it is love or hate, it is always the same force: sometimes it manifests in the Venusian form and acts with delicacy, expressiveness, poetry, and gentleness,
and sometimes it becomes Martian
and can shatter everything in its path.

Just observe how love
which manifests
in too low a form
can turn into violence.

The need to satisfy their desires
makes men and women egotistical and cruel,
and they do not care about the other person,
and are even ready to kill them if they resist.

On the contrary, those who wish to manifest the higher degrees of love act with generosity and selflessness,
and with consideration for the fulfillment and happiness of the person they love.
And yet, in its origins, the force is the same.

Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov https://www.prosveta-usa.com/love-and-hate-manifestations-of-the-same-force-on-two-different-planes_2017-11-19

When I am faced with a problem
that seems impossible to solve,
when I feel trapped in a situation
and can see no way out,
let me ask myself
whether I am standing in my own light.
I must find the vantage point
where I can most clearly see my difficulty as it is;
then answers will come.
(One Day At a Time in Al-Anon, pg.297)
https://newlifehouse.com/al-anon-sayings/

Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.
~Rabindranath Tagore
https://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/step-one/208611-promises-al-anon.html

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WORDLESS-THOUGHTLESS SOLITARY Sunrise/Afternoon February 11, 2017

2/10/2017

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NO THOUGHT
OF
ANYONE
ANYTHING
THAT
DISTURBS THE
IN-JOY
OF
SOLITUDE
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5:13 AM-2/4/02
Youthanasia Acres
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WORDLESS
THOUGHTLESS
SURRENDER
SUFFICES

BRIGHT FLOWS
THE RIVER
OF
THE FORGIVEN SELF
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7:13 AM-2/5/02
Youthanasia Acres
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IN/OF/AS
THE SECRET PLACE MOST HIGH
<
TAO’S TOTAL POSSESSION
<
COSMIC GRACE SOLITUDE
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2:20 AM-2/11/17

As soon as you are really alone you are with God.
Some people live for God,
some live with God,
some live in God.

Those who live for God,
live with other people and live in
the activities of their community.
Their life is what they do.

Those who live with God also live for Him,
but they do not live in what they do for Him,
they live in what they are before Him.
Their life is to reflect Him by their own simplicity
and by the perfection of His being reflected in their poverty.

Those who live in God do not live with other men
or in themselves
still less in what they do....
for He does all things in them.

But when we act according to grace,
our actions are not ours alone,
they belong to God.
If we follow them to their source,
we will become at least potentially capable
of an experience of God.
For His actions in us
reveal His being in us.

God does not tell His purest secrets to one who is prepared to reveal them.
He has secrets which He tells to those
who will communicate some idea of them to others.
But these secrets are the common property of many.
He has other secrets, which cannot be told.
The mere desire to tell them makes us incapable of receiving them.

The greatest of God’s secrets is God Himself.
He waits to communicate Himself to me
in a way that I can never express to others
or even think about coherently to myself.
I must desire it in silence.
It is for this that I must leave all things.
**********
From
THOUGHTS IN SOLITUDE
Thomas Merton

Colors blind the eye.
Sounds deafen the ear.
Flavors numb the taste.
Thoughts weaken the mind.
Desires wither the heart.

The Master observes the world
but trusts his inner vision.
He allows things to come and go.
His heart is open as the sky.

Tao Te Ching
Stephen Mitchell Translation
Stephen Mitchell's book has EXCELLENT Introduction and Commentaries
http://acc6.its.brooklyn.cuny.edu/~phalsall/texts/taote-v3.html#12
Also See this Translation and Commentary by Bill Martin
:http://us10.campaign-archive1.com/?u=ead6e09ad8c4002b93c920312&id=e37562a04e&e=e7166a2503

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