ONLY PRIVATE ISLAND SOUNDS OF NATURE
DURING PRE-DAWN’S HOURINGS
DURING PRE-DAWN’S HOURINGS
DROWNING OF HUMAN SENSES IN THE SOUL
IS NOW
HUMAN SENSES ERASED
BY GODSEED EVERSHINING
IS NOW
HUMAN SENSES ERASED
BY GODSEED EVERSHINING
THEN AS REALIZED IT BECOMES
A FULL CIRCLE, SPIRALING, SPINNING
FLOWING FIGURE EIGHT, INFINITY SIGN, DNA MOVEMENT.
A FULL CIRCLE, SPIRALING, SPINNING
FLOWING FIGURE EIGHT, INFINITY SIGN, DNA MOVEMENT.
DOWNWARD DROWNING OF SENSES INTO SOUL
POURING FORTH OF DIAMOND LIGHT TO ERASE
DROWNINGS AND ERASURINGS
DROWNINGS AND ERASURINGS
UNTIL IT IS ALL THE SAME
ew
4:26 AM - 3/31/2005
Pocket Pearls
Leavetaken∞<∞Invisibility
ew
4:26 AM - 3/31/2005
Pocket Pearls
Leavetaken∞<∞Invisibility
Strong steady wind and overcast afternoon!
(below)
(below)
song of not-being and being
The world is no more than the Beloved's single face;
In the desire of the One to know its own beauty, we exist.
Each place, each moment, sings its particular song of not-being and being.
Without reason, the clear glass equally mirrors wisdom and madness.
The world is no more than the Beloved's single face;
In the desire of the One to know its own beauty, we exist.
Each place, each moment, sings its particular song of not-being and being.
Without reason, the clear glass equally mirrors wisdom and madness.
Those who claim knowledge are wrong; prayer just leads to trance;
Appearance and faith are mere lees in the Unknowing Wine.
Wherever the Footprint is found,
the handful of dust holds the oneness of worlds.
Appearance and faith are mere lees in the Unknowing Wine.
Wherever the Footprint is found,
the handful of dust holds the oneness of worlds.
This earth, burnished by hearing the Name, is so certain of Love
That the sky bends unceasingly down, to greet its own light.
Ghalib
Translated by Jane Hirshfield
http://beingsilentlydrawn.blogspot.com.au/2015/12/song-of-not-being-and-being.html
That the sky bends unceasingly down, to greet its own light.
Ghalib
Translated by Jane Hirshfield
http://beingsilentlydrawn.blogspot.com.au/2015/12/song-of-not-being-and-being.html
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 -
Almustafa
in
The Prophet
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 -
Almustafa
in
The Prophet
ONLY PRIVATE ISLAND SOUNDS OF NATURE
DURING PRE-DAWN’S HOURINGS
DROWNING OF HUMAN SENSES IN THE SOUL
IS NOW
HUMAN SENSES ERASED
BY GODSEED EVERSHINING
THEN AS REALIZED IT BECOMES
A FULL CIRCLE, SPIRALING, SPINNING
FLOWING FIGURE EIGHT, INFINITY SIGN, DNA MOVEMENT.
DOWNWARD DROWNING OF SENSES INTO SOUL
POURING FORTH OF DIAMOND LIGHT TO ERASE
DROWNINGS AND ERASURINGS
UNTIL IT IS ALL THE SAME
ew
4:26 AM - 3/31/2005
Pocket Pearls
Leavetaken∞<∞Invisibility
DURING PRE-DAWN’S HOURINGS
DROWNING OF HUMAN SENSES IN THE SOUL
IS NOW
HUMAN SENSES ERASED
BY GODSEED EVERSHINING
THEN AS REALIZED IT BECOMES
A FULL CIRCLE, SPIRALING, SPINNING
FLOWING FIGURE EIGHT, INFINITY SIGN, DNA MOVEMENT.
DOWNWARD DROWNING OF SENSES INTO SOUL
POURING FORTH OF DIAMOND LIGHT TO ERASE
DROWNINGS AND ERASURINGS
UNTIL IT IS ALL THE SAME
ew
4:26 AM - 3/31/2005
Pocket Pearls
Leavetaken∞<∞Invisibility
“You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
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 -
Almustafa
in
The Prophet
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 -
Almustafa
in
The Prophet
song of not-being and being
The world is no more than the Beloved's single face;
In the desire of the One to know its own beauty, we exist.
Each place, each moment, sings its particular song of not-being and being.
Without reason, the clear glass equally mirrors wisdom and madness.
Those who claim knowledge are wrong; prayer just leads to trance;
Appearance and faith are mere lees in the Unknowing Wine.
Wherever the Footprint is found,
the handful of dust holds the oneness of worlds.
This earth, burnished by hearing the Name, is so certain of Love
That the sky bends unceasingly down, to greet its own light.
Ghalib
Translated by Jane Hirshfield
http://beingsilentlydrawn.blogspot.com.au/2015/12/song-of-not-being-and-being.html
The world is no more than the Beloved's single face;
In the desire of the One to know its own beauty, we exist.
Each place, each moment, sings its particular song of not-being and being.
Without reason, the clear glass equally mirrors wisdom and madness.
Those who claim knowledge are wrong; prayer just leads to trance;
Appearance and faith are mere lees in the Unknowing Wine.
Wherever the Footprint is found,
the handful of dust holds the oneness of worlds.
This earth, burnished by hearing the Name, is so certain of Love
That the sky bends unceasingly down, to greet its own light.
Ghalib
Translated by Jane Hirshfield
http://beingsilentlydrawn.blogspot.com.au/2015/12/song-of-not-being-and-being.html
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