NEVERBORN/NEVERDIE LIFE "God alone!" August 5, 2020

ONLY THE
AKASHA CORE OF ORIGIN’S
PRIMORDIAL SILENCE
REMAINS AS SOURCE/DIRECTOR*
 OF A
NEVERBORN/NEVERDIE LIFE
∞
GRACEOPATHY
A POSSESSION BEYOND ANY WORDING OR TELLING
​=
THE SILENCE…THE ORIGIN OF ALL
PRESIDES…
PERFECTLY POSSESSES
∞
ew
3:29 AM-8/5/20

• *See Yogananda Quote Below

When I Cast All Dreams Away ~
Yogananda

I sipped the sap of each sane pleasure;
I exulted in the crushed beauty of sextillion stars;
I made a bonfire of all sorrows and basked in the glory blaze;

I quaffed the questing love of all hearts;
I mingled paternal, maternal, and fraternal love together,
And drank the solacing draught;
I squeezed the scriptures for drops of peace;
I wrung poems from the winepress of Nature;

I lifted gems from the mine of thoughts;
I stole the sweetness from the honeycomb of innocent joys;
I read, I smiled, I worked, I planned, I throbbed, I aspired;
    But naught was sufficient.

Only nightmares of incompleteness,
Ever receding will-o’-the wisps of promised happiness,
   Haunted and hastened my heart.
Yogananda
https://owlcation.com/humanities/Paramahansa-Yoganandas-When-I-Cast-All-Dreams-Away

For dmm/ew even the concept of
Yogananda’s “GOD ALONE”
means consciousness that is beyond
 the “human” concept of GOD
=
A POSSESSION OF SILENCE
BEYOND THE TELLING

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AFTERNOON

In the Garden of The Beloved
 
GRACE
Grace is the Ocean flowing into the river,
Not the other way ‘round.

Grace is The Destination Arriving at you,
When you have not yet arrived.

Grace is an impossible Blossoming,
While you are yet still a bud.

Grace is being Discovered,
By that which you sought to discover.

Grace is being Embraced,
By that which you sought to embrace.

Grace is being Possessed by Perfection,
While you are yet far from Perfect.

Grace is Love, drawn to Itself, Here...
In the Heart of your Deepest Interiority.

Chuck Surface
July 24, 2020
https://www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved/posts/2944643062327801
www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved

These words will only touch your Soul
If your Heart is already Pregnant.
How will you know?
The baby will Kick.
Chuck Surface
http://www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com/

Self is an Obstacle to Clear Vision

In the now-moment the self never arises;
nothing calls upon it to do so.
The eye seeing itself lives and holds everything
tightly in this moment,
a moment that has no need of a self.

But even if we persist with the notion of self,
such a label adds nothing to pure subjectivity.
It tells us nothing more about it,
and any clinging to self as a notion or an experience,
certainly constitutes an obstacle
to clear vision.
​
Bernadette Roberts
The Experience of No-Self, 1982 Edition, pg 157
Posted: 05 Aug 2020 03:00 AM PDT

https://contemplativedaybook.blogspot.com/2020/08/self-is-obstacle-to-clear-vision.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+ContemplativeDayBook+%28Contemplative+Day+Book%29

Let it go,
Let it out,
Let it all unravel,
Let it free
And it will be
A path on which to travel.
Michael Leunig

more poeetry here:
http://www.leunig.com.au/works/poems 

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When I Cast All Dreams Away ~
Yogananda

I sipped the sap of each sane pleasure;
I exulted in the crushed beauty of sextillion stars;
I made a bonfire of all sorrows and basked in the glory blaze;
I quaffed the questing love of all hearts;
I mingled paternal, maternal, and fraternal love together,
And drank the solacing draught;
I squeezed the scriptures for drops of peace;
I wrung poems from the winepress of Nature;
I lifted gems from the mine of thoughts;
I stole the sweetness from the honeycomb of innocent joys;
I read, I smiled, I worked, I planned, I throbbed, I aspired;
    But naught was sufficient.
Only nightmares of incompleteness,
Ever receding will-o’-the wisps of promised happiness,
   Haunted and hastened my heart.
   But when I cast all dreams away,
   I found the deep sanctuary of peace,
   And my soul sang:
 “God alone! God alone!”

- P.Yogananda
 
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