PRIMORDIAL AWARENESS "...when “I” Died, yet Remained..." June 20, 2019

ONLY A PRIMORDIAL AWARENESS
BEYOND WORDS & THOUGHTS
IS
 (& ALWAYS HAS BEEN)
THE TRUE REALITY
OF THIS
CONSCIOUSNESS
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4:12 AM-6/20/19

​In the Garden of The Beloved
June 16 at 9:20 PM · 

HERE AND THERE
There is a... a Space, Within,
A Place at the Very Heart of my Being,
Where Nothing exists, but Existence.
Not a space, of course, or a place, really,
But although unseen, ungraspable, “There”,
It is Palpable, Visceral, Experienced “Here”.

The Kingdom of Heaven, our Inner Sanctum,
“There”, yet closer than the jugular, “Here”,
The Essence we Are, before “we” are...
The “Am”, before “I Am”.

I will not speak for you, or others,
And become, thus, yet another theologian,
Preaching the “Truth” of all things.
But perhaps you have tasted this Wine,
Even if only as the Softest Ambience,
That Imbues, Surrounds, Enfolds in Love?

I am not in accordance with those,
Who pronounce this Essence as transcendent,
Beyond all qualities and attributes.
For when “I” Died, yet Remained,
An Attribute like none other was Revealed,
“There”, at the End of all things…
Where Beginning and End do not exist.

A Rapture, an Ecstasy, beyond expression,
Beyond all dualities, without opposite,
“There”, in the Heaven of Nonexistent Existence…
Where Heaven and Hell do not exist.

And a touch of that Ecstasy followed me “Here”,
When “I” and Creation returned from “There”,
So that “I” was never quite “myself” again...
Where self in form and formless Soul coexist.

Existing “Here” as myself, but… not,
Moving in space and time, but… not,
Being both “Here” and “There”…
Where Space, Time do not exist.

---

Wounded and broken in my Humanity,
But accompanied, through that Imperfection,
By that Rapturous Perfection, Shining…
Where Perfect and Imperfect do not exist.

Chuck Surface
www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved

as minerals in the ground rise inside trees
and become tree,
as plant faces an animal
and enters the animal,

so a human
can put down the heavy
body baggage and
be light.

—Rumi
Coleman Barks version
​Full Poem below

WHEN WE PRAY ALONE
We are brought thick desserts, and we rarely refuse them.
We worship devoutly when we’re with others.
Hours we sit, though we get up quickly
after a few minutes, when we pray alone.
We hurry down the gullet of our wantings.
But these qualities can change,
as minerals in the ground rise inside trees
and become tree, as a plant faces an animal
and enters the animal, so a human
can put down the heavy
body baggage and
be light.
From Rumi: selected poems; trans Coleman Barks  Penguin, 1999  pp256-257

​AFTERNOON
Afternoon Whispers Below
​are a "Random Pick" from Archives
BOOKLET SERIES - NEVERBORN UTTERS Jan-May 2004

Friday, April 16, 2004
6:13 AM
 
 
FAITHFULLY REFLECTING SHADOWS
NOTHING MORE
NOTHING LESS
 
“I HAVE LIVED TOO LONG
 WHERE I CAN BE REACHED” ​

Monday, April 19, 2004
6:31 AM
 
 
THE BELOVED IS
HUGE REMEMBERANCE
HUGE REMINDER THAT ONLY
THE NEVERBORN,( “BIG AL”, PURE GRACE), STATE SUFFICES
 
HIS HUMAN WORDS ARE FOLLY AND BIZARRE
AND SO ARE YOURS! 
 
NEITHER OF YOU CAN EXIST WITH ONE ANOTHER
IN ANY LESS DIMENSION THAN
DISAPPEARED ONENESS INTO DIVINITY.
 
OTHERWISE, INSTANT DOWNWARD VORTEXINGS.
 
THIS IS OF COURSE TRUE FOR ALL OF LIFE
NOT JUST WITH THE BELOVED.

​BUT YOU WILL FURTHER REMEMBER
DUE TO
THIS REMINDER FROM THE BELOVED.

ALL IS WELL IN
NEVERBORN’S  REMEMBRANCE
OF TRUTH OF BEING
 
WHAT OTHERS CALL TRANCE
WHAT OTHERS CALL ZERO POINT
WHAT NEVERBORNS DO NOT NAME
AS THERE IS
NO SEPARATION OR  “i”
 TO DO THE NAMING OR THE AWARENESS
 
HOW CAN YOU BE AWARE OF WHAT YOU ARE?
ALSO….
WHAT YOU ARE NOT, IS NOT REAL… DOES NOT EXIST IN REALITY.
SIMPLE.

If  you give up identification with the body,
if you remain quietly absorbed in the sense of Totality,
in the I AMness without attachment,
you will know all that is to be known.
​
Ramesh S. Balsekar
The Net of Jewels
June 20