SILENT’S SONG
THE CLOWNING JOY
OF IT ALL
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“SUFFICIENT UNTO THE DAY….” **
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THE CLOWNING JOY
OF IT ALL
<
“SUFFICIENT UNTO THE DAY….” **
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2:31 AM-12/29/17
**https://www.anxietyunravelled.com/sufficient-unto-the-day.html
Excerpts below in this color font from
THE CLOWNING JOY OF IT ALL
Pocket Pearls
ew
Youthanasia Acres
2003
THE CLOWNING JOY OF IT ALL
Pocket Pearls
ew
Youthanasia Acres
2003
Still
as the ancient deer in a woods
watching the armed hunter build his tree stand,
my soul is Camouflaged
by You, O Beloved Breather
that Breathes me.
as the ancient deer in a woods
watching the armed hunter build his tree stand,
my soul is Camouflaged
by You, O Beloved Breather
that Breathes me.
The Vast Causation Silence...
what I Knew they told me
I did not Know....could not Know....
and if I did Know....
I was not to tell anyone.
Nothing much has changed.
what I Knew they told me
I did not Know....could not Know....
and if I did Know....
I was not to tell anyone.
Nothing much has changed.
The wild ones Disappear & Observe
from a Camouflaged distance..
Sourcing,
Tending the Fire of their Splendour
with the One who
Loved them into Breath’s Form.
from a Camouflaged distance..
Sourcing,
Tending the Fire of their Splendour
with the One who
Loved them into Breath’s Form.
The Greatest Gift is to be Nothing
in Solitude
or in the crowded marketplace...
much as
the hidden-from-human
bird or deer watching the hunter
build his killing stand
in the woods
in Solitude
or in the crowded marketplace...
much as
the hidden-from-human
bird or deer watching the hunter
build his killing stand
in the woods
O creaturely form
named an earthly Beloved!
you have intensified Love
& what is not Love
in a most dangerous manner
leaving me for dead in your not-Love world.
But Hark!
The Almighty Breather
is all that I AM and am not
forevermore
as has always been
named an earthly Beloved!
you have intensified Love
& what is not Love
in a most dangerous manner
leaving me for dead in your not-Love world.
But Hark!
The Almighty Breather
is all that I AM and am not
forevermore
as has always been
AFTERNOON...............
O Great Silence
taking me beyond all word feedings
within or without....
O God!
I was doing just fine in you
but, not talking, they told me
I had to Know you their way.
Today they scream, chatter and explain in my head
that I must be Silent
in order to Be You.
That is how it already Was
in the beginning,
but without their noise.
taking me beyond all word feedings
within or without....
O God!
I was doing just fine in you
but, not talking, they told me
I had to Know you their way.
Today they scream, chatter and explain in my head
that I must be Silent
in order to Be You.
That is how it already Was
in the beginning,
but without their noise.
The mad world of earthbound creatures
must first diagnose
before it can kill.
Burned & Consumed by Breath alone
until the Breather Claims all shadows.
After the ash
fire alone...
it repeats & repeats...
Disappearing these feeble vault words.
Burning enough
so one who is Destined to See...will
& those who cannot See
will not.
This is
the Clowning Joy
of it All!
must first diagnose
before it can kill.
Burned & Consumed by Breath alone
until the Breather Claims all shadows.
After the ash
fire alone...
it repeats & repeats...
Disappearing these feeble vault words.
Burning enough
so one who is Destined to See...will
& those who cannot See
will not.
This is
the Clowning Joy
of it All!
How can anything be deadly serious
when there is no death!
How can the condition of baubo be a dis-ease
when she is nothing more or less than
The Loose Garment of the Beloved?
O
Blessed One
Holding this Quiet Knowing Heart
Disappeared
from
praise & blame
I Am
Rapturing beyond Rapture
when there is no death!
How can the condition of baubo be a dis-ease
when she is nothing more or less than
The Loose Garment of the Beloved?
O
Blessed One
Holding this Quiet Knowing Heart
Disappeared
from
praise & blame
I Am
Rapturing beyond Rapture
As long as I saw only the Rapture
i was stuck beyond measure,
destroyed by the opposite.
As long as I saw only the horror,
i was stuck beyond measure,
destroyed by the opposite.
There is no way thru this except
Now ay!!!!!
O One
that Exhaled me into form
Inhales me gently Home!
Taking all Silence that festers
leaving only the
Silence of
All that Is.
i was stuck beyond measure,
destroyed by the opposite.
As long as I saw only the horror,
i was stuck beyond measure,
destroyed by the opposite.
There is no way thru this except
Now ay!!!!!
O One
that Exhaled me into form
Inhales me gently Home!
Taking all Silence that festers
leaving only the
Silence of
All that Is.
O
Sweet Silence
beyond these words
Inhale me forever Home!
Only
the Dancer
Danced me.
All is Well.
ew
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
February 2003
Sweet Silence
beyond these words
Inhale me forever Home!
Only
the Dancer
Danced me.
All is Well.
ew
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
February 2003
I have no money, no resources, no hopes.
I am the happiest man alive.
Henry Miller
quoted on below link...
http://liveyesand.com/freaky-beautiful/
I am the happiest man alive.
Henry Miller
quoted on below link...
http://liveyesand.com/freaky-beautiful/
See Read More Below for:
Complete Wording of
SILENT'S SONG
The Clowning Joy Of It All
+
All Extraordinary Photos
of this
Extraordinary Beach Afternoon
SILENT'S SONG
The
Clowning Joy
Of It All
ew
Pocket Pearls
Youtanasia Acres
Near Dublin, Indiana
February 2003
Still
as the ancient deer in a woods
watching the armed hunter build his tree stand,
my soul is Camouflaged
by You, O Beloved Breather
that Breathes me.
The Vast Causation Silence...
what I Knew they told me
I did not Know....could not Know....
and if I did Know....
I was not to tell anyone.
Nothing much has changed.
the wild ones Disappear & Observe
from a Camouflaged distance..
Sourcing,
Tending the Fire of their Splendour
with the One who
Loved them into Breath’s Form.
the Greatest Gift is to be Nothing
in Solitude
or in the crowded marketplace...
much as
the hidden-from-human
bird or deer watching the hunter
build his killing stand
in the woods
¥
O creaturely form
named an earthly Beloved!
you have intensified Love
& what is not Love
in a most dangerous manner
leaving me for dead in your not-Love world.
but Hark!
the Almighty Breather
is all that I AM and am not
forevermore
as has always been
O Great Silence
taking me beyond all word feedings
within or without....
O God!
I was doing just fine in you
but, not talking, they told me I had to Know you their way.
Today they scream, chatter and explain in my head that I must be Silent
in order to Be You.
That is how it already Was
in the beginning, but without their noise.
the mad world of earthbound creatures
must first diagnose before it can kill
Burned & Consumed by Breath alone
until the Breather Claims all shadows.
After the ash
fire alone
it repeats & repeats
Disappearing these feeble vault words
Burning enough
so one who is Destined to See...will
& those who cannot See will not.
This is
the Clowning Joy
of it All!
How can anything be deadly serious
when there is no death!
How can the condition of baubo be a dis-ease
when she is nothing more
or less
than the Loose Garment of the Beloved?
O
Blessed One
Holding this Quiet Knowing Heart
Disappeared
from
praise & blame
I Am
Rapturing beyond Rapture
As long as I saw only the Rapture
i was stuck beyond measure,
destroyed by the opposite.
As long as I saw only the horror,
i was stuck beyond measure,
destroyed by the opposite.
There is no way thru this except
Now ay!!!!!
O One
that Exhaled me into form
Inhales me gently Home!
taking all Silence that festers
leaving only the
Silence of
All that Is.
Accepting Destiny
without a murmur
Insures gentle Inhalations
into You,
O
Blessed One
You are the Lifeline
for this battered Heart.
I want to look for You.
I want to Hold on so the storm does not take me under
Instantly, I Realize the Lifeline
Rests within my Heart
Always
before and since forever
Mind’s sole/soul purpose of existence is for Awareness/Being
of Allah Alone.
otherwise...
total waste and folly
of
dualisms repeats.
O Beloved!
Hold me
in Your
no-opposites Love
it does not matter
because matter does
until it does not
Rest in Causation Silence
until the mind is Stilled
& all parched aspects
Sated.
Sated Being
cannot feed on the outer world.
as mind melts into Home,
the body follows.
O
Sweet Silence
beyond these words
Inhale me forever Home!
only
the Dancer
Danced me.
All is Well.
ew
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
February 2003
The
Clowning Joy
Of It All
ew
Pocket Pearls
Youtanasia Acres
Near Dublin, Indiana
February 2003
Still
as the ancient deer in a woods
watching the armed hunter build his tree stand,
my soul is Camouflaged
by You, O Beloved Breather
that Breathes me.
The Vast Causation Silence...
what I Knew they told me
I did not Know....could not Know....
and if I did Know....
I was not to tell anyone.
Nothing much has changed.
the wild ones Disappear & Observe
from a Camouflaged distance..
Sourcing,
Tending the Fire of their Splendour
with the One who
Loved them into Breath’s Form.
the Greatest Gift is to be Nothing
in Solitude
or in the crowded marketplace...
much as
the hidden-from-human
bird or deer watching the hunter
build his killing stand
in the woods
¥
O creaturely form
named an earthly Beloved!
you have intensified Love
& what is not Love
in a most dangerous manner
leaving me for dead in your not-Love world.
but Hark!
the Almighty Breather
is all that I AM and am not
forevermore
as has always been
O Great Silence
taking me beyond all word feedings
within or without....
O God!
I was doing just fine in you
but, not talking, they told me I had to Know you their way.
Today they scream, chatter and explain in my head that I must be Silent
in order to Be You.
That is how it already Was
in the beginning, but without their noise.
the mad world of earthbound creatures
must first diagnose before it can kill
Burned & Consumed by Breath alone
until the Breather Claims all shadows.
After the ash
fire alone
it repeats & repeats
Disappearing these feeble vault words
Burning enough
so one who is Destined to See...will
& those who cannot See will not.
This is
the Clowning Joy
of it All!
How can anything be deadly serious
when there is no death!
How can the condition of baubo be a dis-ease
when she is nothing more
or less
than the Loose Garment of the Beloved?
O
Blessed One
Holding this Quiet Knowing Heart
Disappeared
from
praise & blame
I Am
Rapturing beyond Rapture
As long as I saw only the Rapture
i was stuck beyond measure,
destroyed by the opposite.
As long as I saw only the horror,
i was stuck beyond measure,
destroyed by the opposite.
There is no way thru this except
Now ay!!!!!
O One
that Exhaled me into form
Inhales me gently Home!
taking all Silence that festers
leaving only the
Silence of
All that Is.
Accepting Destiny
without a murmur
Insures gentle Inhalations
into You,
O
Blessed One
You are the Lifeline
for this battered Heart.
I want to look for You.
I want to Hold on so the storm does not take me under
Instantly, I Realize the Lifeline
Rests within my Heart
Always
before and since forever
Mind’s sole/soul purpose of existence is for Awareness/Being
of Allah Alone.
otherwise...
total waste and folly
of
dualisms repeats.
O Beloved!
Hold me
in Your
no-opposites Love
it does not matter
because matter does
until it does not
Rest in Causation Silence
until the mind is Stilled
& all parched aspects
Sated.
Sated Being
cannot feed on the outer world.
as mind melts into Home,
the body follows.
O
Sweet Silence
beyond these words
Inhale me forever Home!
only
the Dancer
Danced me.
All is Well.
ew
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
February 2003
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