INTO, THRU & OUT OF ALL HORRORS…
…HORRORS THAT ARE POLISHING INITIATIONS
THE MALALIGNMENTS OF INITIATIONS ARE THE
ALREADY-DEAD CAVEMANS’ CLUBS
THE OUROBOROS SNAKES
AKASHA TAO CORE OUROBOROS LIFE
that is beyond the reach of mind and speech,
By whose grace, speech is even made possible,
This Self is described in the scriptures as “Not this, Not this”.
It is called the God of the Gods,
It is unborn, undying, one with the All.
Adi Shankara around the 8th century
through the word,
to the source of the word,
and find out how the sound is born.”
the source can only be perceived and understood,
but never defined and described.
That is how the mind becomes silent.
Translation & Commentary by Vimala Thakar
(Hunger Mountain, MA – October, 1972)
a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark.
Go without sight, and find
that the dark, too, blooms
and sings, and is traveled by
dark feet and dark wings.
but I have ceased to question stars and books;
I have begun to listen
to the teaching
my blood whispers to me.
where else do you expect to find it?
abides in the mansion of the sky,
whose door is the morning mist,
and whose windows are
the songs and the silences
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
The cloud is free only
to go with the wind.
The rain is free
only in falling.
The water is free only
in its gathering together,
in its downward courses,
in its rising into the air.
In law is rest
if you love the law,
if you enter, singing, into it
as water in its descent.
Or song is truest law,
and you must enter singing;
it has no other entrance.
It is the great chorus
of parts. The only outlawry
is in division.
Whatever is singing
is found, awaiting the return
of whatever is lost.
Meet us in the air
over the water,
sing the swallows.
Meet me, meet me,
the redbird sings,
here here here here.
— Wendell Berry
from “Collected Poems, 1957-1982”
(see comments after next photo)
but rather the true Tao cannot be defined,
only lived out in freedom.
In this poem, (THE LAW THAT MARRIES ALL THINGS)
Berry strikes me as clearly Confucian, in that he finds freedom in the law — freedom to be and to become who we are.
But there is a Taoist spirit there too, it seems to me,
in the poem’s lightness of spirit.
Perhaps it’s important to remember
that both great Chinese traditions seek the same goal:
With that in mind, it may be the case that
Confucianism is the heavy, masculine yang,
and Taoism is the light, feminine yin
— and both are necessary, one stronger than the other,
depending on the context.
The meaning of this word is often not rightly understood.
People are apt to think that concentration means only closing the eyes.
But one may close one's eyes for hours,
and still the thoughts keep coming like a moving picture.
People are never at rest, never at peace;
anxiety and sorrow do not disappear just because they close their eyes.
It is concentration that does that.
Concentration is activity of mind in the direction desired;
our desire dictates in which way the mind is to be active;
the mind acts according to our wishes.
Bowl of Saki, June 14, by Hazrat Inayat Khan
Concentration in the above description is
what Happens when we are in a Pause taking photographs!!!
(OR "lost" in Stretching Cavorts with self-timer and ocean beach....)
This Helps Immensely to
How To live the AKASHA TAO CORE...
...Eternal NOW Moment
in each moment.