BURIED ALIVE AS ZOMBI
CAN’T LIVE – CAN’T DIE PETRIFICATION
A NEVERBORN/NEVERDIE ONE
TO BREATHE INTO ROOTING
IN SUCH FERTILE COMPOST
ENRICHING THE PRESENT
ETERNAL NOW MOMENT
ORIGIN’S SILENT CORE
it is turning, it has turned,
and the life of a minute ago has gone up in flames.
This is meditation.
available to all the creatures merely for existing.
It's the luminous force that gives life.
and in the fold of their legs
and the way they seem to review their lives
when they get very old.
in their fangs and anger
and in the sorrow deep
inside their eyes.
and our repulsive and disgusting moments,
as well as our slivers of joy.
the dogs, the demons, the hungry ghosts, the angry gods,
and the cluelessly rich
The vessel of consciousness enlarges
and we feel more of what
- even more basic than who-
and in each of these little worlds,
life has us.
All Photos for today's OceanSpeak from: JULY 6, 2016
ORIGINAL MEMORY REMEMBERING Sunrise/Afternoon July 6, 2016
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But to surrender ever more deeply
To freedom and joy.
To hold ourselves hostage from love.
That may not strengthen
Your precious budding wings.
From anyone likely
To put a sharp knife
Into the sacred, tender vision
Of your beautiful heart.
We have a duty to befriend
Those aspects of obedience
That stand outside of our house
And shout to our reason
"O please, O please,
Come out and play."
For we have not come here to take prisoners
Or to confine our wondrous spirits,
But to experience ever and ever more deeply
Our divine courage,
~ Hafiz ~
(The Gift ~ versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)
Echoes of Panhala