(LIVING SILENCE OF PRISTINE BEING)
MUST OVERFLOW
ELSE IT BECOMES INROADS
FOR PARASITIC HELLS
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3:28 AM-8/30/16
now occur within me,
for this life is the plane in which things appear and disappear,
allowing us to learn how to let go.
onto the shore of life, slowly, ever slowly,
tearing down the solid, imprisoned rocks and islands of the soul,
grinding the stones into sand, and creating a beach,
a place where we can walk upon more easily,
where two unique worlds come together,
and through our hearts unite into one.
Jack Haas
(excerpt from In and Of: Memoirs of a Mystic Journey, by Jack Haas)
http://www.spiritandflesh.com/bookMemoirAutobiographyLifeStoryJourney_religion_spirituality.htm
yet what is before our eyes is difficult to understand.
People like the unusual and enjoy the new;
they miss what is right in front of their eyes
and do not know where the Way is.
The Way is the immediate presence:
if you are unaware of the immediate presence,
then your mind races, your intellect runs, and you go on thinking compulsively.
All of this is due to shallowness of spiritual power,
and the shallowness of spiritual power is due to racing in the mind.
—From The Secret of the Golden Flower.
Translation by Thomas Cleary
Continually kidnapped by thoughts,
The first step toward freedom
Has been taken.
Now, cease listening to
What is being heard.
Instead, listen to
What is listening.
Wu Hsin
now occur within me,
for this life is the plane in which things appear and disappear,
allowing us to learn how to let go.
God is here and now, with me, in me, of me;
the one which is both of us,
wrapped in the embrace between spirit and flesh,
without reason, without assumption, without concern. In, and of.
And so I take leave, for I have crossed the line, so to speak.
Know that a part of me remains somewhere,
far-off on the northern, wild coast, forgetting and forgotten, alone and not alone,
sane and not sane, alive and not alive,
in agony from the impossible beauty of it all,
bewildered, rapt, and laughing.
Know that the spirit also crashes onto the shore of life,
slowly, ever slowly, tearing down the solid, imprisoned rocks and islands of the soul,
grinding the stones into sand, and creating a beach,
a place where we can walk upon more easily,
where two unique worlds come together,
and through our hearts unite into one.
Jack Haas
(excerpt from In and Of: Memoirs of a Mystic Journey, by Jack Haas)
http://www.spiritandflesh.com/bookMemoirAutobiographyLifeStoryJourney_religion_spirituality.htm