Forgive me if I stop here…
Here where I cannot find "myself" as an object,
And have discovered, with a shock…
That “i” am just a thought, a feeling.
And have discovered, with a shock…
That “i” am just a thought, a feeling.
Let me just rest here awhile,
Reveling in this Unimaginable Freedom,
Before we go on to think “about” it all.
Reveling in this Unimaginable Freedom,
Before we go on to think “about” it all.
To come up with words like Consciousness,
Or Brahman,
Or Emptiness...
Or… whatever.
Or Brahman,
Or Emptiness...
Or… whatever.
Words to describe what remains,
In that placeless place where I find myself,
Not a thing alive, but only...
The Event of Existence.
In that placeless place where I find myself,
Not a thing alive, but only...
The Event of Existence.
Words to explain the unexplainable,
To speak of that which cannot be spoken of,
To describe this Great Mystery...
Within which all descriptions arise.
To speak of that which cannot be spoken of,
To describe this Great Mystery...
Within which all descriptions arise.
It's enough for me to simply sit here,
Drowning in Wonder, that "i" do not exist,
And yet… Existence, Consciousness, Bliss…
Is.
Drowning in Wonder, that "i" do not exist,
And yet… Existence, Consciousness, Bliss…
Is.
On second thought…
You know what?
You go on ahead.
You know what?
You go on ahead.
I'll catch up with you later,
And you can tell me all that you've come up with,
In the way of concepts, theories, and conjecture "about"…
This Unfathomable Mystery.
And you can tell me all that you've come up with,
In the way of concepts, theories, and conjecture "about"…
This Unfathomable Mystery.
Just please forgive me if I appear uninterested.
For in the Immediacy of Experience,
In this Fullness, Completion, and Bliss...
For in the Immediacy of Experience,
In this Fullness, Completion, and Bliss...
I've lost all interest in Aboutism.
Chuck Surface
www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved
Chuck Surface
www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved
A Large Thrush/Mockingbird kept following and then seemed like she wanted me to follow her....she led me to her new nest in the sour orange tree just outside my window....this was as i returned from sunrrise....
∞
ENSOULED/EMBODIED FORM IS AS A VARIETY OF BIRD FORMS
MINDLESSLY GLIDED/MOVED THRU LIFE
CORE’S ORIGINAL DIVINE IMPRINT LIVES
…IS BREATHED BY….
…..MELTED IN/OF/AS....
“OLDER THAN GOD”
RUMI’S DROWNING MAN
THE “I” OF IT ALL HAS POOFED
ew
4:32 AM - 7/6/15
∞
ENSOULED/EMBODIED FORM IS AS A VARIETY OF BIRD FORMS
MINDLESSLY GLIDED/MOVED THRU LIFE
CORE’S ORIGINAL DIVINE IMPRINT LIVES
…IS BREATHED BY….
…..MELTED IN/OF/AS....
“OLDER THAN GOD”
RUMI’S DROWNING MAN
THE “I” OF IT ALL HAS POOFED
ew
4:32 AM - 7/6/15
∞
Rather the flying bird, leaving no trace
Than the going beast
Marking the earth with his track.
The bird flies by and forgets
(As is only right). The beast
Where he no longer is
(And is therefore no use)
Marks that he was there before
(Which is also no use).
For to remember is to betray
Nature, since the nature of yesterday
Is not nature.
What has been, is nothing.
Remembering
Is failure to see.
Move on, bird, move on, teach me
To move on.
–Fernando Pessoa
Thomas Merton translation
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/07/failure-to-see.html
Than the going beast
Marking the earth with his track.
The bird flies by and forgets
(As is only right). The beast
Where he no longer is
(And is therefore no use)
Marks that he was there before
(Which is also no use).
For to remember is to betray
Nature, since the nature of yesterday
Is not nature.
What has been, is nothing.
Remembering
Is failure to see.
Move on, bird, move on, teach me
To move on.
–Fernando Pessoa
Thomas Merton translation
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/07/failure-to-see.html
In the Garden of The Beloved
July 3 at 2:16pm · Edited ·
Forgive me if I stop here…
Here where I cannot find "myself" as an object,
And have discovered, with a shock…
That “i” am just a thought, a feeling.
Let me just rest here awhile,
Reveling in this Unimaginable Freedom,
Before we go on to think “about” it all.
To come up with words like Consciousness,
Or Brahman,
Or Emptiness...
Or… whatever.
Words to describe what remains,
In that placeless place where I find myself,
Not a thing alive, but only...
The Event of Existence.
Words to explain the unexplainable,
To speak of that which cannot be spoken of,
To describe this Great Mystery...
Within which all descriptions arise.
It's enough for me to simply sit here,
Drowning in Wonder, that "i" do not exist,
And yet… Existence, Consciousness, Bliss…
Is.
On second thought…
You know what?
You go on ahead.
I'll catch up with you later,
And you can tell me all that you've come up with,
In the way of concepts, theories, and conjecture "about"…
This Unfathomable Mystery.
Just please forgive me if I appear uninterested.
For in the Immediacy of Experience,
In this Fullness, Completion, and Bliss...
I've lost all interest in Aboutism.
Chuck Surface
www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved
July 3 at 2:16pm · Edited ·
Forgive me if I stop here…
Here where I cannot find "myself" as an object,
And have discovered, with a shock…
That “i” am just a thought, a feeling.
Let me just rest here awhile,
Reveling in this Unimaginable Freedom,
Before we go on to think “about” it all.
To come up with words like Consciousness,
Or Brahman,
Or Emptiness...
Or… whatever.
Words to describe what remains,
In that placeless place where I find myself,
Not a thing alive, but only...
The Event of Existence.
Words to explain the unexplainable,
To speak of that which cannot be spoken of,
To describe this Great Mystery...
Within which all descriptions arise.
It's enough for me to simply sit here,
Drowning in Wonder, that "i" do not exist,
And yet… Existence, Consciousness, Bliss…
Is.
On second thought…
You know what?
You go on ahead.
I'll catch up with you later,
And you can tell me all that you've come up with,
In the way of concepts, theories, and conjecture "about"…
This Unfathomable Mystery.
Just please forgive me if I appear uninterested.
For in the Immediacy of Experience,
In this Fullness, Completion, and Bliss...
I've lost all interest in Aboutism.
Chuck Surface
www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved
∞
ENSOULED/EMBODIED FORM IS AS A VARIETY OF BIRD FORMS
MINDLESSLY GLIDED/MOVED THRU LIFE
CORE’S ORIGINAL DIVINE IMPRINT LIVES
…IS BREATHED BY….
…..MELTED IN/OF/AS....
“OLDER THAN GOD”
RUMI’S DROWNING MAN
THE “I” OF IT ALL HAS POOFED
ew
4:32 AM - 7/6/15
∞
In Honour of the Milestone of early this morning.
..with Chuck's Wording, the ew Whisper, then events on sunrise beach.
..All is truly beyond words..
...want to put ALL sunrise photos in the order that Happenings were Happening, so i can always be Reminded....and perhaps the "Spirit" of the morning and in these photos will transmit to you, too.
dmm
See Below
..with Chuck's Wording, the ew Whisper, then events on sunrise beach.
..All is truly beyond words..
...want to put ALL sunrise photos in the order that Happenings were Happening, so i can always be Reminded....and perhaps the "Spirit" of the morning and in these photos will transmit to you, too.
dmm
See Below
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