PEACE THAT PASSETH EARTHLY UNDERSTANDING…
… A CONDITION BEYOND ALL MINDING MINDS
THE ALPHA OMEGA SOURCE OF ALL
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BREATHED BY BREATHER
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BREATHED AS BREATHER
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ETERNAL LIFE'S TOUCHSTONE…
THE ORIGINAL IMMORTAL AKASHA
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1:35 AM-1/13/18
… A CONDITION BEYOND ALL MINDING MINDS
THE ALPHA OMEGA SOURCE OF ALL
∞
BREATHED BY BREATHER
<
BREATHED AS BREATHER
<
ETERNAL LIFE'S TOUCHSTONE…
THE ORIGINAL IMMORTAL AKASHA
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1:35 AM-1/13/18
Artist Emily Buchanan
http://www.emilybuchanan.com/
at top of Dunes Path
this morning (1/13/18) at sunrise
http://www.emilybuchanan.com/
at top of Dunes Path
this morning (1/13/18) at sunrise
All wordings below in this color font are from:
THE SECOND BOOK OF TAO #15
Stephen Mitchell
The ancient Masters
slept without dreaming
and woke up without concerns.
Their food was spare and simple.
Their breath went deep.
THE SECOND BOOK OF TAO #15
Stephen Mitchell
The ancient Masters
slept without dreaming
and woke up without concerns.
Their food was spare and simple.
Their breath went deep.
They didn’t hold on to life,
and they faced death free of concepts,
emerging without desire,
going back without resistance.
and they faced death free of concepts,
emerging without desire,
going back without resistance.
They never forgot their beginning;
they didn’t trouble their minds
searching for what their end was.
they didn’t trouble their minds
searching for what their end was.
AFTERNOON...
They received life as a gift
and handed it back gratefully.
and handed it back gratefully.
Minds supple, faces serene,
in a crisis cool as autumn,
in relationships warm as spring,
they were balanced, throughout the four seasons,
and in harmony with the Tao.
in a crisis cool as autumn,
in relationships warm as spring,
they were balanced, throughout the four seasons,
and in harmony with the Tao.
There was no limit to their freedom.
Commentary by Stephen Mitchell
The ancient Masters had pared themselves down to the essential.
They woke up, they ate, they worked,
they made love,
they raised their families,
all the while unseduced by any thoughts that arose.
This gave their lives a sense of spaciousness.
The ancient Masters had pared themselves down to the essential.
They woke up, they ate, they worked,
they made love,
they raised their families,
all the while unseduced by any thoughts that arose.
This gave their lives a sense of spaciousness.
They always had enough time
to do what wanted to be done.
They moved through each day as alert and unhurried
as animals in the wild.
to do what wanted to be done.
They moved through each day as alert and unhurried
as animals in the wild.
They had returned to the primordial:
mind hovering over its own abyss,
objectless,
serene.
No wonder
their nights were dreamless
and their skies full of stars.
mind hovering over its own abyss,
objectless,
serene.
No wonder
their nights were dreamless
and their skies full of stars.
Gratitude makes no distinctions.
It precedes its occasion.
It is the magic well that never runs dry,
the still waters where you kneel
and see your own face,
more beautiful
than you could have imagined.
THE SECOND BOOK OF TAO #15
Stephen Mitchell
It precedes its occasion.
It is the magic well that never runs dry,
the still waters where you kneel
and see your own face,
more beautiful
than you could have imagined.
THE SECOND BOOK OF TAO #15
Stephen Mitchell
When the Creator, whoever or whatever He may be, created creation,
there were no temples, no mosques, no churches,
no synagogues, no telling of beads,
no prattle of priests, no chanting of hymns,
no offering of bribes at altars.
When rituals came into existence,
God gradually began to fade out of it
When nothing upsets you,
you are at the beginning of the path.
When you desire nothing,
you are halfway on the path;
when nothing becomes everything,
you are perfected.
Meer Baba
quoted by Jacqueline Lunger here:
https://www.psychicauthor.com/spiral-trail-blog/
there were no temples, no mosques, no churches,
no synagogues, no telling of beads,
no prattle of priests, no chanting of hymns,
no offering of bribes at altars.
When rituals came into existence,
God gradually began to fade out of it
When nothing upsets you,
you are at the beginning of the path.
When you desire nothing,
you are halfway on the path;
when nothing becomes everything,
you are perfected.
Meer Baba
quoted by Jacqueline Lunger here:
https://www.psychicauthor.com/spiral-trail-blog/
I see us standing on
the no visibility side of a translucent curtain for a short time.
The curtain will dissolve soon
and when we step into the new space
it will be so magical, beautiful, joyous and loving,
that we will forget about the things that we co existed with
that didn't love and support us.
I see it will be like your favorite birthday party,
best vacation and biggest gift giving celebration ever.
All those descriptions are symbolic of course but you get the idea.
Jacqueline Lunger - 1/12/18
www.psychicauthor.com
the no visibility side of a translucent curtain for a short time.
The curtain will dissolve soon
and when we step into the new space
it will be so magical, beautiful, joyous and loving,
that we will forget about the things that we co existed with
that didn't love and support us.
I see it will be like your favorite birthday party,
best vacation and biggest gift giving celebration ever.
All those descriptions are symbolic of course but you get the idea.
Jacqueline Lunger - 1/12/18
www.psychicauthor.com
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THE SECOND BOOK OF TAO #15
Stephen Mitchell
The ancient Masters
slept without dreaming
and woke up without concerns.
Their food was spare and simple.
Their breath went deep.
They didn’t hold on to life,
and they faced death free of concepts,
emerging without desire,
going back without resistance.
They never forgot their beginning;
they didn’t trouble their minds
searching for what their end was.
They received life as a gift
and handed it back gratefully.
Minds supple, faces serene,
in a crisis cool as autumn,
in relationships warm as spring,
they were balanced, throughout the four seasons,
and in harmony with the Tao.
There was no limit to their freedom.
Commentary by Stephen Mitchell
The ancient Masters had pared themselves down to the essential. They woke up, they ate, they worked, they made love, they raised their families, all the while unseduced by any thoughts that arose. This gave their lives a sense of spaciousness. They always had enough time to do what wanted to be done. They moved through each day as alert and unhurried as animals in the wild.
How could they forget their beginning? That’s where they were constantly centered, in the moment before a thought. They had returned to the primordial: mind hovering over its own abyss, objectless, serene. No wonder their nights were dreamless and their skies full of stars. Gratitude makes no distinctions. It precedes its occasion. It is the magic well that never runs dry, the still waters where you kneel and see your own face, more beautiful than you could have imagined.
THE SECOND BOOK OF TAO #15
Stephen Mitchell
Stephen Mitchell
The ancient Masters
slept without dreaming
and woke up without concerns.
Their food was spare and simple.
Their breath went deep.
They didn’t hold on to life,
and they faced death free of concepts,
emerging without desire,
going back without resistance.
They never forgot their beginning;
they didn’t trouble their minds
searching for what their end was.
They received life as a gift
and handed it back gratefully.
Minds supple, faces serene,
in a crisis cool as autumn,
in relationships warm as spring,
they were balanced, throughout the four seasons,
and in harmony with the Tao.
There was no limit to their freedom.
Commentary by Stephen Mitchell
The ancient Masters had pared themselves down to the essential. They woke up, they ate, they worked, they made love, they raised their families, all the while unseduced by any thoughts that arose. This gave their lives a sense of spaciousness. They always had enough time to do what wanted to be done. They moved through each day as alert and unhurried as animals in the wild.
How could they forget their beginning? That’s where they were constantly centered, in the moment before a thought. They had returned to the primordial: mind hovering over its own abyss, objectless, serene. No wonder their nights were dreamless and their skies full of stars. Gratitude makes no distinctions. It precedes its occasion. It is the magic well that never runs dry, the still waters where you kneel and see your own face, more beautiful than you could have imagined.
THE SECOND BOOK OF TAO #15
Stephen Mitchell
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