ORIGINAL CREATION IS ALL THAT IS...
AN INVISIBLE PRESENCE
WITHOUT THOUGHTS/THINKING OR WORDS*
MENDING & SOOTHING ANY LIES THAT DISTURB
ALL ASPECTS OF BEING..
PRAISES BE FOR THE PHYSICAL BODY…
THAT CANNOT LIE…
…THE INTERNAL/EXTERNAL, EVER-PRESENT EXPRESSION
OF LIES OF DESTRUCTION BREEDING AS PARASITES WITHIN
THE GLORY OF TRUTH OF BEING…
ALL WETIKO VIRUS DESTRUCTION**
THE BLESSED REMINDER
TO RETURN HOME TO ORIGINAL, VAST SILENT CORE
***Ram Dass SOULAND
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…the emptiness expanded rapidly and every sense of
life became drained from her. The realization that came was:
"When there is no personal self, there is also no personal God."
and every sense of life
became drained from her.
The realization that came was:
"When there is no personal self,
there is also no personal God."
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Sometimes the point of arguing with life, is to get you to
a point where you are tired of arguing with life. And then
you sink deeply into the present moment, resting in its
embrace, trusting the way of things, accepting your own
imperfections. And then everything seems possible, and
everything feels alive as you feel alive, and fearless, and
real change can come.
But you no longer push for it.
You are letting it happen.
You are aligned at last,
no longer part of the problem,
an expression of the solution.
for the moment to change... all by itself.
in the midst of your tender vulnerability and imperfections.
Spiritual enlightenment is already here, shining through
the simplicity of this moment, exactly as it is.
Hear my advice, O seekers of truth:
Never forsake the surface of things.
Even Dante’s Celestial Rose was a seeming:
Nothing that you can experience
Reveals more than a wall.
Just mind your own business–
Stop worrying about other things.
There is nothing left to torment you.
And for nine years contemplated a wall.
He was minding his own business.
He was serving all beings
By showing them how to look at Mind.
As it is for you and for me:
For we wail and gnash our teeth at walls,
So anxious to get behind them.
The man knew how to look at a wall.
There are surfaces everywhere you go,
But they are all of your own Mind.
To contemplate them is to abide
In the absolutely present moment,
Never disdaining appearances.
With how you think life ought to be;–
Should this Wall stand between you
And the object of your hopes and dreams–
Just take these parables to heart:
But the spring rain is not forced thereby.
You can point all day at mysterious moons,
But it only serves to stiffen your finger.
And walk the path before you–
By seeing no more than meets the Eye.
By: Lee Evans
Other poem by Lee Evans – Lao Tzu
Poem of the Day
The Eternal keeps singing
And Its spring goes on and on flowing.
where the world is breathing.