RESURRECTION'S LILA "You Become what you Love "Too Drunk to care....having sipped The Beloved's Wine" 8/4/16

TIME (& MUCH ELSE) CEASES TO EXIST
WHEN SOURCED BEYOND TIME
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IN/OF/AS BREATH
OF
ORIGINAL SOURCE
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LIFE AS A CHESSBOARD GAME
OF POLARIZED EGOIC PLOYS DISINTEGRATES
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PLOYS<DIVINE PLAY
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UNWAVERING
RESURRECTION'S LILA
ew
3:34 AM-8/4/16

see below for more re: LILA
http://www.freakybeautiful.com/2013/09/lila-sanskrit-word-both-creators-and.html

The world that we have created is so super masculine
that it is not even good for a man –
definitely not good for a woman.
Sadhguru
From this morning's newsletter/blog quote withhis article:
Can man and woman ever be equal?
http://isha.sadhguru.org/blog/lifestyle/relationships/can-man-and-woman-ever-be-equal/?utm_source=mailchimp&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=dmq-blog

Leela
(also spelled Lila)
means you bring playfulness into your life the way you know it.

.....the most responsible way to live is to be playful with life.
It is absolutely irresponsible to walk around with a long face.
Being playful is being responsible.
Only when you are playful, you can be responsive to life.
When you are serious, life around you does not exist for you –
it is only about you and your nonsense.

You can truly respond to everything in the world only if you are playful.
Otherwise, just the burden of it will kill you.
Sadhguru
Excerpt from EXCELLENT article here
http://isha.sadhguru.org/blog/yoga-meditation/history-of-yoga/essence-of-leela-devotion-and-playfulness/

In the Garden of The Beloved
August 2 at 5:49pm ·

WHAT'S LEFT OF US
The day will surely come, if you Love,
When you're no longer able to feel,
Where The Beloved ends, within,
And what's left of you begins.

What's left of you will swirl,
Tumbling and turning,
Like the confused waves,
Where river meets Ocean.

Are you two, Lover and Beloved?
Or One, dreaming of two?
What's left of you,
Will be too Drunk to care.
Having sipped The Beloved's Wine.

The Beloved is the Living Water,
Within which what's left of us,
Sinks, Dissolving, like a salt doll.

The Beloved is the Air,
Within which what's left of us,
Flutters like a dry leaf.

The Beloved is the Earth,
Receiving what's left of us,
When we fall.

The Beloved is the Fire,
Consuming what's left of us,
Ashes, clinging to Her feet.

The Beloved is The Comforter and Teacher,
The Giver of Roses, the Server of Wine,
The Wellspring of Grace.

Nearer than what's left of us,
Dearer than what's left of us,
Hoo!

Where does what's left of us,
Seek the Wellspring of Grace?

Within... ever more deeply, within.
And what is the Key to Union,
To Liberation and Illumination,
To the Dissolution of what's left of us?

Love, above all else.
For like a fruit ripening, in time,
You become what you Love.
www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved

In the Garden of The Beloved
August 2 at 5:49pm