Very rainy/windy and dark this morning at sunrise time.
All Sunrise Photos below from Dec. 21, 2014
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/grace-births-a-soul-winter-solstice-sunriseafternoon-december-21-2014
All Sunrise Photos below from Dec. 21, 2014
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/grace-births-a-soul-winter-solstice-sunriseafternoon-december-21-2014
CONSCIOUSNESS BEYOND WORDS & THOUGHTS
JUST IS
∞
OVERFLOWING AS THE MOON/SUN SHINES…
… ALL OF LIFE & DEATH CREATES...
ORCHESTRATED BY EFFORTLESS EASE
TRUTH OF BEING SILENCE
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12:54 AM-12/21/18
JUST IS
∞
OVERFLOWING AS THE MOON/SUN SHINES…
… ALL OF LIFE & DEATH CREATES...
ORCHESTRATED BY EFFORTLESS EASE
TRUTH OF BEING SILENCE
ew
12:54 AM-12/21/18
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Shared by miriam louisa
https://thisunlitlight.com/2018/12/21/may-you-shine-as-golden-space/
Shared by miriam louisa
https://thisunlitlight.com/2018/12/21/may-you-shine-as-golden-space/
may you shine as golden space
by miriam louisa
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.
(miriam louisa)
by miriam louisa
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.
(miriam louisa)
We are the children of this beautiful planet
that we have lately seen photographed from the moon.
We were not delivered into it by some god,
but have come forth from it.
that we have lately seen photographed from the moon.
We were not delivered into it by some god,
but have come forth from it.
We are its eyes and mind, its seeing and its thinking.
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.
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.
So that we are the mind, ultimately, of space …
each in his own way at one with all,
and with no horizons.
– Joseph Campbell
each in his own way at one with all,
and with no horizons.
– Joseph Campbell
Later … I opened my eyes with wonder
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.
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.
Stars behind stars and stars behind stars behind stars
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.
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.
The water lapped higher, nearer, touching the rock so lightly
it was audible only as a kind of vibration.
The sea had fallen dark, in submission to the stars.
it was audible only as a kind of vibration.
The sea had fallen dark, in submission to the stars.
And the stars seemed to move as if one could see
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.
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.
All was movement, all was change,
and somehow this was visible
and yet unimaginable.
and somehow this was visible
and yet unimaginable.
And I was no longer I
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
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
Now that I see in Mind, I see myself to be the All.
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.
– Upanishads
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.
– Upanishads
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Shared by miriam louisa
https://thisunlitlight.com/2018/12/21/may-you-shine-as-golden-space/
Shared by miriam louisa
https://thisunlitlight.com/2018/12/21/may-you-shine-as-golden-space/
AFTERNOON
When we are dead,
seek not our tomb in the earth,
but find it in the hearts of men.
Rumi
seek not our tomb in the earth,
but find it in the hearts of men.
Rumi
Rumi - Wedding Night
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!
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!
Don't cry "Woe, parted!" at my burial -
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.
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.
You saw "descending" - now look at the rising!
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.
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.
Which seed fell in the earth that did not grow there?
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?
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?
Close here your mouth and open it on that side.
So that your hymns may sound in Where-no-place!
Rumi
http://nomindsland.blogspot.com/2018/12/rumi-wedding-night.html
So that your hymns may sound in Where-no-place!
Rumi
http://nomindsland.blogspot.com/2018/12/rumi-wedding-night.html
Ever elusive yet all pervading,
silence is known by those who take the leap.
silence is known by those who take the leap.
The adventuresome hiker seeks areas untrampled by the masses.
The successful inner voyager
treks to the precipice,
and then,
having encountered the Unknowable,
brazenly discards map and compass
and boldly treads onward.
treks to the precipice,
and then,
having encountered the Unknowable,
brazenly discards map and compass
and boldly treads onward.
The yearning heart echoes the cry that seized the Psalmist:
“Be still and know that I am God.”
“Be still and know that I am God.”
The knowing mystic,
seized with a searing nondual vision,
confidently answers back,
“Be silent and know that you, too, are God.”
John Roger Barrie
Source text
https://parabola.org/2018/09/26/the-deepest-silence-by-john-roger-barrie/
http://nomindsland.blogspot.com/2018/12/john-roger-barrie-deepest-silence.html
seized with a searing nondual vision,
confidently answers back,
“Be silent and know that you, too, are God.”
John Roger Barrie
Source text
https://parabola.org/2018/09/26/the-deepest-silence-by-john-roger-barrie/
http://nomindsland.blogspot.com/2018/12/john-roger-barrie-deepest-silence.html
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