HAVE FROM THE ALMIGHTY
IS IN YOUR HEAD
KNOW & FOLLOW YOUR HEART
WHICH IS ALWAYS & ONLY
THE PULSATION OF GOD
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self-forgetful, and gemmed with experience,
and swinging in a strange union of Empowerment
with the heart of All
paraphrased by dmm/ew
Origin: DH Lawrence
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http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2017/02/know-deeply-know-thyself-more-deeply.html
will remain trapped in them.
one thing is you have to define it,
next thing is you have to defend it –
if the boundary becomes large
you have to build an army.
Sadhguru
Full Article here:
http://isha.sadhguru.org/blog/sadhguru/spot/obliterating-boundaries/
It is a slow stepping into the expanded capacity
of your next self.
you've grown accustomed to bracing which,
like a tight swaddle,
was comforting in its limits.
you must begin to inhabit your new dimensionality.
and consider that what presents itself as fear
may actually be exhilaration.
worry less how it may receive you
and say a prayer instead
for your becoming approachable.
Author: Toko-pa Turner of Dreamwork with Toko-pa
Artist: Jeanie Tomanek www.jeanietomanek.com
The Artists Project: http://www.spiritmoving.org/the-artists-project.html
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Documents/BOOKLETS SERIES/1998 2002 SERIES/GALACTIC TEACHINGS FALL 1998-FEB 02/XIV/GalacticV.XIV
from
D.H. Lawrence
Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths,
love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock
molten, yet dense and permanent.
Go down to your deep old heart, and lose sight of yourself.
And lose sight of me, the me whom you turbulently loved.
Let us lose sight of ourselves, and break the mirrors.
For the fierce curve of our lives is moving again to the depths
out of sight, in the deep living heart.
But say, in the dark wild metal of your heart
is there a gem, which came into being between us?
is there a sapphire of mutual trust, a blue spark?
Is there a ruby of fused being, mine and yours, an inward glint?
If there is not, O then leave me, go away.
For I cannot be bullied back into the appearances of love,
any more than August can be bullied to look like March.
Love out of season, especially at the end of the season
is merely ridiculous.
If you insist on it, I insist on departure.
Have you no deep old heart of wild womanhood
self-forgetful, and gemmed with experience,
and swinging in a strange union of power
with the heart of the man you are supposed to have loved?
If you have not, go away.
If you can only sit with a mirror in your hand, an ageing woman
posing on and on as a lover,
in love with a self that now is shallow and withered,
your own self–that has passed like a last summer’s flower–
then go away–
I do not want a woman whom age cannot wither.
She is a made-up lie, a dyed immortelle
of infinite staleness.
–D. H. Lawrence
to his wife
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2017/02/know-deeply-know-thyself-more-deeply.html