IT MATTERS NOT THE JUDGMENTS...... JUST BE AS TRUTH OF BEING IS Sunrise/Afternoon July 9, 2016

AH!
IT MATTERS NOT THE JUDGMENTS OF GOOD, BAD AND UGLY
HEAVEN OR HELL
TRUTH OR LIE
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ALL REPEATS ARE RETURNED FULL CIRCLE
TO RESURRECTION’S VAST SILENCE TAO’D CORE
IN/OF/AS
THE GREAT BREATHER’S BREATH
∞
BE THAT
∞

(HOW CAN IT REALLY BE OTHERWISE?)
ew
2:45 AM-7/9/16

The Morning Wind Spreads 
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell.
We must get up and take that in,
that wind that lets us live.
Breathe before it's gone.

        Rumi - 'The Essential Rumi' - Coleman Barks
https://wahiduddin.net/sufi/sufi_poetry.htm#Rumi


also posted/quoted here:
dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-and-more/truth-of-being-erases-all-rememberings-lt-a-vastness-beyond-comprehension-sunriseafternoon-november-19-2015

GAZE AT ALL THAT WOULD DESTROY LIFE AND LIMB
IN/OF/AS IMPERSONAL DIVINE GRACE…
WITH THE EYE OF TRANSPARENT LIFE FORCE…
THE ORIGINAL SOURCE OF ALL SUFFICETH.
 
A ROARING OCEAN WITH TSUNAMI WAVES
IS HONOURED FROM A FLYING BIRD HIGH OCTANE…
SUCH A BIRD IS NOT A FISH IN OCEAN DEPTHS
UNLESS DIVINE GRACE TAKES IT THERE.
 
IF CAUGHT IN A WAVE
DIVE TO DEEPEST DEPTHS OF ORIGINAL BEING
THAT IS ALSO SOURCING THE HEIGHTS OF A FLYING BIRD.
SOMETIMES BOTH ARE REQUIRED IN SAME INSTANT.
IN/OF/AS SOURCE, THIS TOO,
AND ALL
 IS POSSIBLE.
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JUST BE NATURAL
THE EVER NARROWING PATH HAS BECOME NO PATH
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 ALL TSUNAMIS ARE EFORTLESS EASE
FUELS OF CO-CREATION.
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JUST BE
 AS TRUTH OF BEING IS
ew
3:46 AM
11/21/2015

also posted here:
http://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-and-more/the-eternal-constant-now-i-sip-at-silence-sunriseafternoon-nov-21-2015:

All people are children when they sleep.
there's no war in them then.
They open their hands and breathe
in that quiet rhythm heaven has given them.
They pucker their lips like small children
and open their hands halfway,
soldiers and statesmen, servants and masters.
The stars stand guard
and a haze veils the sky,
a few hours when no one will do anybody harm.
If only we could speak to one another then
when our hearts are half-open flowers.
Words like golden bees
would drift in.
-- God, teach me the language of sleep.

When They Sleep
by Rolf Jacobsen
English version by Robert Hedin

http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/

Give up all.
The correct understanding will be when you realize that whatever you have understood so far, is invalid.
Give up all and you gain all. Then life becomes what it was meant to be: pure radiation from an inexhaustible source.
In that light the world appears dimly, like a dream.
–Nisargadatta Maharaj
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2016/07/give-up-all.html

Everyone is overridden by thoughts;
that's why they have so much heartache and sorrow.
At times I give myself up to thought purposefully;
but when I choose,
I spring up from those under its sway.
I am like a high-flying bird,
and thought is a gnat:
how should a gnat overpower me?

     Rumi - Mathnawi II, 3559-3561 -
'Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance' - Camille and Kabir Helminski
https://wahiduddin.net/sufi/sufi_poetry.htm#Rumi