DIVINE GRACE
DENUDED & PEELED
STRIPPED & DISMANTLED
ALL BUT ORIGIN’S TRUTH OF BEING
=
THE SILENCE OF BREATH
FUELS/ANIMATES THE LIFE IN FORM
NULLIFYING ALL THAT IS OTHER THAN
TRUTH OF BEING
ew
3:43 AM-8/27/20
DENUDED & PEELED
STRIPPED & DISMANTLED
ALL BUT ORIGIN’S TRUTH OF BEING
=
THE SILENCE OF BREATH
FUELS/ANIMATES THE LIFE IN FORM
NULLIFYING ALL THAT IS OTHER THAN
TRUTH OF BEING
ew
3:43 AM-8/27/20
Youngest Son Justin
All that you are attached to, all that you Love,
all that you know, someday will be gone.
Knowing this, and that the world is your mind
which you create, play in, and suffer from,
is known as discrimination.
Discriminate between the real and the unreal.
all that you know, someday will be gone.
Knowing this, and that the world is your mind
which you create, play in, and suffer from,
is known as discrimination.
Discriminate between the real and the unreal.
The known is unreal and will come and go
so stay with the Unknown, the Unchanging Truth.
All which appears and disappears is not real,
and no nectar will come from it so do not cling to it.
—Papaji
so stay with the Unknown, the Unchanging Truth.
All which appears and disappears is not real,
and no nectar will come from it so do not cling to it.
—Papaji
..There are always moments when one feels empty,
estranged and afraid.
You are detaching,
the old is over and the new has not yet come.
The soul has cast its moorings and is sailing for distant places.
Remember the instruction:
whatever you come across - go beyond.
—Nisargadatta Maharaj
estranged and afraid.
You are detaching,
the old is over and the new has not yet come.
The soul has cast its moorings and is sailing for distant places.
Remember the instruction:
whatever you come across - go beyond.
—Nisargadatta Maharaj
You are what you want to become.
Why search anymore?
You are a wonderful manifestation.
The whole universe has come together
to make your existence possible.
Why search anymore?
You are a wonderful manifestation.
The whole universe has come together
to make your existence possible.
There is nothing that is not you.
The kingdom of God,
the Pure Land,
nirvana,
happiness,
and
liberation
are all you.
—Thich Nhat Hanh
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The kingdom of God,
the Pure Land,
nirvana,
happiness,
and
liberation
are all you.
—Thich Nhat Hanh
wait - what ?
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All Photos for today's OceanSpeak from: August 27, 2018
ALL THAT IS......AH! August 27, 2018
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AFTERNOON
NOTHING MORE
NOTHING LESS
THAN THE ONE
AWARE ETERNAL MOMENT
AN ATTENTION TO WHAT CANNOT CHANGE*
AH FOR
ALL THAT IS..AH!
ATIAH!
ew
4:21 AM-8/27/18
*Rather than focus on what needs changing,
TURN THE ATTENTION TO WHAT CANNOT CHANGE.
Wu Hsin
NOTHING LESS
THAN THE ONE
AWARE ETERNAL MOMENT
AN ATTENTION TO WHAT CANNOT CHANGE*
AH FOR
ALL THAT IS..AH!
ATIAH!
ew
4:21 AM-8/27/18
*Rather than focus on what needs changing,
TURN THE ATTENTION TO WHAT CANNOT CHANGE.
Wu Hsin
And you can get caught holding one end of a love,
when your father drops, and your mother;
when a land is lost, or a time,
and your friend blotted out, gone,
your brother’s body spoiled, and cold,
your infant dead, and you dying:
when your father drops, and your mother;
when a land is lost, or a time,
and your friend blotted out, gone,
your brother’s body spoiled, and cold,
your infant dead, and you dying:
you reel out love’s long line alone,
stripped like a live wire
loosing its sparks to a cloud,
like a live wire loosed in space
to longing and grief everlasting.
Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm
[Alive On All Channels]
(Source: thaflowstate, via thaflowstate)
https://dreaminginthedeepsouth.tumblr.com/
stripped like a live wire
loosing its sparks to a cloud,
like a live wire loosed in space
to longing and grief everlasting.
Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm
[Alive On All Channels]
(Source: thaflowstate, via thaflowstate)
https://dreaminginthedeepsouth.tumblr.com/
What I wear is pants.
What I do is live.
How I pray is breathe.
—Thomas Merton
What I do is live.
How I pray is breathe.
—Thomas Merton
Rejoice evermore.
Pray without ceasing.
In everything give thanks.
I am not all the way capable of so much,
but those are the right instructions.
—Wendell Berry
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Pray without ceasing.
In everything give thanks.
I am not all the way capable of so much,
but those are the right instructions.
—Wendell Berry
Posted by atloveisaplace at Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Labels: Thomas Merton, Wendell Berry
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What in your life is calling you?
When all the noise is silenced, the meetings adjourned,
the lists laid aside, and the wild iris blooms by itself
in the dark forest, what still pulls on your soul?
In the silence between your heartbeats hides a summons,
do you hear it?
~Rumi
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2020/08/26/33112/
When all the noise is silenced, the meetings adjourned,
the lists laid aside, and the wild iris blooms by itself
in the dark forest, what still pulls on your soul?
In the silence between your heartbeats hides a summons,
do you hear it?
~Rumi
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2020/08/26/33112/
That one with sparkling hours rising straight and proud
Like bubbles bursting without return, renewed to the
Rhythm of the un-formed, of the non-becoming
Without wounds — never — why should there be
When every second contains them all
And when the mind is keen, sharp as a blade
When life offers herself, whole and ardent and never
For a moment ceases to be amazed at herself
Like bubbles bursting without return, renewed to the
Rhythm of the un-formed, of the non-becoming
Without wounds — never — why should there be
When every second contains them all
And when the mind is keen, sharp as a blade
When life offers herself, whole and ardent and never
For a moment ceases to be amazed at herself
At this love that irrigates her, incorruptible, never changing
That same one that moors us to the great Silence
For intimate apprenticeships, unexampled deliverances
Alone — yet feeling so vibrant and one with what is
Alain Joly
~~~
Suggestion:
– Voices from Silence (other poems from the blog)
https://thedawnwithin.com/voices-from-silence/
That same one that moors us to the great Silence
For intimate apprenticeships, unexampled deliverances
Alone — yet feeling so vibrant and one with what is
Alain Joly
~~~
Suggestion:
– Voices from Silence (other poems from the blog)
https://thedawnwithin.com/voices-from-silence/
only if there are angels in your head,
will you ever,
possibly, see one.
~Mary Oliver
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will you ever,
possibly, see one.
~Mary Oliver
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