PETRIFYING FOLLY! "...anything that was once wild..." Feb. 5, 2020 "Die in love..." "Draw alongside the silence of stone."

WHAT PETRIFYING FOLLY!
WORDS!
 
WITHOUT WORDS & THOUGHTS…
…THIS SILENCE PRECEDING
THE VOICE THAT PRECEDES THOUGHT*
∞AH!∞
∞ONLY BREATH∞!
AS THE SOLITARY  REMAINING SLENDER THREAD**
3:11 AM-2/5/20 
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*The Voice That Precedes Thought  
by Tara Singh
https://www.amazon.com/Voice-That-Precedes-Thought/dp/15553
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/category/course-in-miracles
 
**Robert Johnson - https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/umbilical-cords-infinite-now-golden-threads-february-4-2020

“I don't think..." 
then you shouldn't talk, ​said the Hatter.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Stop telling yourself what you are
​and only be what you are.
Wu Hsin
Solving Yourself
August 21

Modern people have become pliantly trained,
having traded in our inner wilderness 
for the opium glow of screens and more screens.

Our sedentary, indoor lifestyles
express our true domestication,
the Latin word for domesticus, 
or “belonging to the house.”

For in the now 11 hours a day that Americans spend on screens, or 90 percent of the day that we are inside, anything that was once wild in us
​ has now laid down, obedient.

The lonely touch of keyboards;
the stale, recycled air of the indoors;
the plastic perfection of having everything new--
this is what has become the normalized expectation
​of our consumeristic culture.


As Rewilding author Micah Mortali describes,
“We have come to see the earth as an endless resource instead of the source of our lives.”
https://www.elephantjournal.com/2020/01/rewilding-yourself-practices-for-everyday-life/

You think you are alive
because you breathe air?
Shame on you,
that you are alive in such a limited way.
Don't be without Love,
so you won't feel dead.
Die in Love
and stay alive forever.
​Rumi

AFTERNOON

 For One Who Is Exhausted
​ - John O'Donohue


When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic,
Time takes on the strain until it breaks;
The all the unattended stress falls in
On the mind like an endless, increasing weight.

The light in the mind becomes dim.
Things you could take in your stride before
Now become labor some events of will.​

Weariness invades your spirit.
Gravity begins falling inside you,
Dragging down every bone.​

The tide you never valued has gone out.
And you are marooned on unsure ground.
Something within you has closed down;
And you cannot push yourself back to life.

You have been forced to enter empty time.
The desire that drove you has relinquished.
There is nothing else to do now but rest
And patiently learn to receive the self
You have forsaken in the race of days.

At first your thinking will darken
And sadness take over like listless weather.
The flow of unwept tears will frighten you.

You have traveled too fast over false ground;
now your soul has come to take you back.

Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles your rushed through.​

​Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free.
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of day

Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.
Be excessively gently with yourself.​

Stay clear of those vexed of spirit.
Learn to linger around someone of ease
Who feels they have all the time in the world.

Gradually, you will return to yourself,
Having learned a new respect for the heart
And joy that dwells far within slow time.

John O'Donohue
https://mysticmeandering.blogspot.com/2020/02/for-one-who-is-exhausted-john-odonohue.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+MysticMeandering+%28Mystic+Meandering%29