EACH MOMENT A BLESSED PEACE
THAT ATTUNES ALL ASPECTS OF BEING
TO
EFFORTLESS EASE
SYNCHRONICITIES
&
LIFE AS AN UNWAVERING
GENTLE DÉJÀ VU
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3:40 AM-7/1/18
As a Wellspring of Dissolution and Bliss in The Heart,
Her Tavern, Her Garden, The Soul’s Light Shining,
Nonexistent Existence, here… in the midst of existence.
Heaven on earth.
Even as the Soul’s Sorrowless Light Illumined Experience,
And how those Sorrows and the Soul's Ecstasy, co-existing,
Became… something else.
Even as the Soul’s Selfless Light Illumined Experience,
And how individuated self and Selfless Soul, co-existing,
Became… something else.
Something… Wonderful.
Chuck Surface
Full Sharing is in ReadMore at end of Afternoon Photos
with source links)
Silence is silence of the mind.
Silence is absence of questions,
absence of thinking, true meditation.
gradually comes to the understanding that the more problems it creates
the more veils it creates between the Self and the understanding,
then there is silence.
Ramesh S. Balsekar
The Net of Jewels
June 25
It follows you around anyway,
so give it a name and make friends with it.
Keep it on a leash when you need to,
and let it run free when you feel that is appropriate.
Train it as well as you can,
and then accept its idiosyncrasies,
but always remember that your pet is not you.
Your pet has its own life,
and just happens to be in an intimate relationship with you,
whoever you may be,
hiding there behind your personality.
Wes Nisker
http://www.azquotes.com/author/38414-Wes_Nisker
http://www.wesnisker.com/
A wise man from the common man is that
The wise man does not need tomorrow.
He doesn't even want it;
Now is enough.
Wu Hsin
AFTERNOON
prevents what otherwise might happen
naturally and spontaneously.
Awareness cannot be an act of volition....
What is absent now will appear
when what is now present disappears.
Negation is the only answer to finding the ultimate truth -
it is as simple as that.
Ramesh S. Balsekar
The Net of Jewels
June 29
One cannot but carry on with that which is false
until it drops off by itself.
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To live naturally is to live as a mere witness,
without control and therefore wtihout mentation,
want or volition,
uninvolved in the dream-play of life and living.
Ramesh S. Balsekar
The Net of Jewels
June 29
Yet is totally silent when confronted by the formless.
This silence is not the opposite of sound.
Rather, it is its background.
Wu Hsin
Full Chuck Surface Sharing + Source links
The sudden awareness of existing in space and time,
The earliest arisings of sensation and perception.
Alas, my first memories are years after that big bang.
I can’t remember when awareness of myself arose,
In that Field of Perception without center or periphery,
The felt sense of “I”, separate, isolated, alone,
When the reed was cut from soil and water.
I can’t remember when language was learned,
And thereafter wrapped all of experience,
Cloaking nameless, formless Wonder,
In words, concepts, and mental representations.
I can’t remember when it first arose…
The relentless concern over stature, self-esteem,
Am I attractive, desirable, respected, admired,
And most viciously cruel; am I worthy of love.
I don’t remember when the Suffering of life,
Born of both Human cruelty and Nature’s wrath,
Breached the walls of my unsuspecting heart,
And engendered an ever-present, ambient sorrow.
Ever so slowly I wandered into the Desert of Estrangement,
Unaware of the gradual obscuration and contraction,
Falling ever more deeply asleep, ever more deeply lost,
In a dream of myself, myself, myself, and the world.
Hell.
But I do remember, when the pain became too great,
Fleeing ever so deeply within, in search of that Essential Me,
Existent before all that had accrued, after the fact,
Of qualities and attributes defining Peripheral me.
I remember when, Journeying in search of my ending,
I found The Beginningless Beginning of myself and all that Is,
And Vanishing there as myself, along with all that is,
Remained Alive... as the Essence of Life Itself.
I remember the Ecstasy of that Nonexistent Existence,
For which there are no analogs in manifest experience,
An Ecstasy experienced in the Vanishing of the experiencer,
The Absolute Fulfillment of the Heart’s Desire.
Heaven.
And I remember that when I and the world reappeared,
The formless I Am that I am, before “I” and the world ever were,
Returned with me to manifest Existence in space and time,
A Divine stowaway in the Heart of Being.
And I remember how The Beloved resided, thereafter,
As a Wellspring of Dissolution and Bliss in The Heart,
Her Tavern, Her Garden, The Soul’s Light Shining,
Nonexistent Existence, here… in the midst of existence.
Heaven on earth.
I remember how the Sorrows of manifest existence continued,
Even as the Soul’s Sorrowless Light Illumined Experience,
And how those Sorrows and the Soul's Ecstasy, co-existing,
Became… something else.
And I remember how the individuated self continued,
Even as the Soul’s Selfless Light Illumined Experience,
And how individuated self and Selfless Soul, co-existing,
Became… something else.
Something… Wonderful.
Chuck Surface
www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved
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