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RESTING IN THE ABIDANCE OF PRIMAL REPOSE VAST VOID
ORIGINAL GRACE
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most wonderfully generating, supporting and explaining each other
and yet all without essence or substance,
mere creations of the mind.
Words create words, reality is silent.
–Nisargadatta
Creator only known,
Attention turned inward
In love with the Beloved alone.
–St. John of the Cross
–Hildegard Von Bingen
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A NEVERBORN’S HELL
ONLY THE VAST SILENCE
IS
WITHOUT PRETENSE
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WHICH TRULY IS BEYOND ANYTHING YOU CAN IMAGINE.
AS WHEN YOU ARE IN THIS FULL ZERO POINT STATE, YOU ARE BEYOND IMAGINATION…
PURELY, TOTALLY AND SIMPLY.
THERE IS NO YOU TO BE DOING THE THING HUMANS LABEL ‘IMAGINATION’
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let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue.
Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear;
for his soul will keep the truth of your heart
as the taste of the wine is remembered
when the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no more.
K. Gibran
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see Read More below for further information re: quotes
all ew quotes in today's Post
are from booklet
LEAVETAKEN < INVISIBILITY
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March 2005
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SOUL BECOMES SOLE WAY OF LIFE
RESTING IN THE ABIDANCE OF PRIMAL REPOSE VAST VOID
ORIGINAL GRACE
Entering The Soul is a Way of Life.....
as no such thing as a present moment exists..
only egoic memory creates a concept of moment.
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4:42 AM
1/12/15
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A Deep All Pervading Connection to Soul that Manifests in outer world,
was Declared 6.18.14
The moment you start talking you create a verbal universe, a universe of words,
ideas, concepts and abstractions, interwoven and inter-dependent,
most wonderfully generating, supporting and explaining each other
and yet all without essence or substance,
mere creations of the mind.
Words create words, reality is silent.
–Nisargadatta
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/01/be-careful.html
Creation forgotten,
Creator only known,
Attention turned inward
In love with the Beloved alone.
–St. John of the Cross
–Hildegard Von Bingen
Sequentia, Canticles Of Ecstasy,
O Vis Aeternitatis (Responsorium)
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/01/the-sum-of-perfection.html
And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue.
Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear;
For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is remembered
When the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no more.”
Kahlil Gibran
The Prophet