THAN MAN-MADE IMAGES OF “GOD”
IS NOT DEAD
YOU ARE NOT DEAD
NEITHER AM I
ALL SENSE OF PERSONAL VOLITION
OF “I” & “YOU”
ORIGINAL CORE OF GRACEOPATHY
FORM AND FORMLESSNESS
MAN’S MINDING-MIND CONCEPTS
WHAT THEY JUDGE/NAME
GOOD & EVIL
THE OCEAN OR THE SUNRISE
THAT CAUSES PRIMORDIAL,
ALL CAUSATION IS SOURCED
WHAT ALWAYS IS AND HAS BEEN
REGARDLESS OF FORM
BE THAT BY UNKNOWING ALL
…FOR SUCH EFFORTLESS EASE!
Just moments after last Sunrise Self-Timer Cavort
at 6:34 AM
this was/is a Sense rather than all the words above that
attempt to describe…
IT Simply WAS
and NOW Remains
Which it must reach.
It is purposeless.
In much the same way,
When there is no longer
A sense of worry,
A concern for what comes next,
One can walk without
Needing to arrive.
As such, they reinforce the cage that holds you, the notion of a doer.
Any method, no matter how promising, fortifies the structure of the ego,
further increasing the chaos.
It is like tasking a cat to guard a bowl of milk.
Only being requires no doing.
This is the one true practice.
All ew/dmm Beach Cavorts are examples of FADN
"The Fine Art of Doing Nothing"
FADN from earthform Friend we name
pot pourri of Additional Beach Photos this morning
to be patient toward all
that is unsolved in your heart
and to try to
love the questions themselves
like locked rooms and like books
that are written in a very foreign tongue.
which cannot be given you
because you would not be able to live them.
without noticing it,
live along some distant day into the answer.
Letters to a Young Poet (public library)
by Rainer Maria Rilke
are those who felt the call to creative work,
who felt their own creative power restive and uprising,
and gave to it neither power nor time.
not reckoning and counting, but ripening
like the tree which does not force its sap
and stands confident in the storms of spring
without the fear that after them may come no summer.
It does come.
But it comes only to the patient,
who are there as though eternity lay before them,
so unconcernedly still and wide.
I learn it daily,
learn it with pain to which I am grateful:
patience is everything!
of beauty that feed the soul…
Eugene Delacroix counseled himself
as a young artist in 1824.
a rest from responsibilities,
and peace of mind,
will do you more good than the atmosphere
of the studio and the conversations,”
the young Louise Bourgeois counseled an artist friend,
just as the poet May Sarton was exulting
in her sublime ode to solitude:
“There is no place more intimate than the spirit alone.”
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