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
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.
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.
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.
Why search anymore?
You are a wonderful manifestation.
The whole universe has come together
to make your existence possible.
The kingdom of God,
the Pure Land,
are all you.
—Thich Nhat Hanh
wait - what ?
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ALL THAT IS......AH! August 27, 2018
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THAN THE ONE
AWARE ETERNAL MOMENT
AN ATTENTION TO WHAT CANNOT CHANGE*
ALL THAT IS..AH!
*Rather than focus on what needs changing,
TURN THE ATTENTION TO WHAT CANNOT CHANGE.
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:
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]
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What I do is live.
How I pray is breathe.
Pray without ceasing.
In everything give thanks.
I am not all the way capable of so much,
but those are the right instructions.
Posted by atloveisaplace at Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Labels: Thomas Merton, Wendell Berry
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?
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
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
– Voices from Silence (other poems from the blog)
will you ever,
possibly, see one.