All Sunrise Photos below from Dec. 21, 2014
OVERFLOWING AS THE MOON/SUN SHINES…
… ALL OF LIFE & DEATH CREATES...
ORCHESTRATED BY EFFORTLESS EASE
TRUTH OF BEING SILENCE
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May your Solstice be pure gold.
May it bring the healing that enables
full immersion in non-conceptual wholeness.
May you shine as golden space.
that we have lately seen photographed from the moon.
We were not delivered into it by some god,
but have come forth from it.
And the earth, together with the sun,
this light around which it flies like a moth,
came forth, we are told, from a nebula; and that nebula,
in turn, from space.
each in his own way at one with all,
and with no horizons.
– Joseph Campbell
and the sky had utterly changed again
and was no longer dark but bright, golden, gold-dust golden,
as if curtain after curtain had been removed
behind the stars I had seen before,
and now I was looking into the vast interior of the universe,
as if the universe were quietly turning itself inside out.
until there was nothing between them,
nothing beyond them,
but dusty dim gold of stars and no space and no light but stars.
The moon was gone.
it was audible only as a kind of vibration.
The sea had fallen dark, in submission to the stars.
the rotation of the heavens as a kind of vast crepitation,
only now there were no more events,
no shooting stars, no falling stars,
which human senses could grasp or even conceive of.
and somehow this was visible
and yet unimaginable.
but something pinned down as an atom,
an atom of an atom,
a necessary captive spectator,
a tiny mirror into which it was all indifferently beamed,
as it motionlessly seethed and boiled,
gold behind gold behind gold.
– Iris Murdoch’s character Charles Arrowby in The Sea, The Sea
I am in heaven and on earth, in water and in air.
I am in beasts and plants.
I am a babe in the womb and one that is not yet conceived
and one that has been born,
I am present everywhere.
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seek not our tomb in the earth,
but find it in the hearts of men.
The day I've died, my pall is moving on -
But do not think my heart is still on earth!
Don't weep and pity me: "Oh woe, how awful!"
You fall in devil's snare - woe, that is awful!
For me this is the time of joyful meeting!
Don't say "Farewell!" when I'm put in the grave -
A curtain is it for eternal bliss.
Is setting dangerous for sun and moon?
To you it looks like setting, but it's rising;
The coffin seems a jail, yet it means freedom.
Why do you doubt the fate of human seed?
What bucket came not filled from out the cistern?
Why should the Yusaf "Soul" then fear this well?
So that your hymns may sound in Where-no-place!
silence is known by those who take the leap.
treks to the precipice,
having encountered the Unknowable,
brazenly discards map and compass
and boldly treads onward.
“Be still and know that I am God.”
seized with a searing nondual vision,
confidently answers back,
“Be silent and know that you, too, are God.”
John Roger Barrie