AH!
SOULUTION:
ALL MENTAL THINKING
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SORES THE HEART
∞
CESSATION OF MENTAL THINKING
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SOARS THE HEART
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ORIGIN’S AKASHA CORE SILENCE PREVAILS
∞
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3:31 AM-9/20/20
SOULUTION:
ALL MENTAL THINKING
<
SORES THE HEART
∞
CESSATION OF MENTAL THINKING
<
SOARS THE HEART
=
ORIGIN’S AKASHA CORE SILENCE PREVAILS
∞
ew
3:31 AM-9/20/20
How do the living live with the dead?
Until the dehumanization of society by capitalism,
all the living awaited the experience of the dead.
It was their ultimate future.
all the living awaited the experience of the dead.
It was their ultimate future.
By themselves the living were incomplete.
Thus, living and dead were interdependent.
Always.
Thus, living and dead were interdependent.
Always.
Only a uniquely modern form of egoism
has broken this interdependence.
With disastrous results for the living,
who now think of the dead as the eliminated.
— John Berger
Hold Everything Dear
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has broken this interdependence.
With disastrous results for the living,
who now think of the dead as the eliminated.
— John Berger
Hold Everything Dear
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The truth is,
everything will be okay
as soon as you are okay
with everything.
― Michael A. Singer,
The Untethered Soul: The Journey Beyond Yourself
everything will be okay
as soon as you are okay
with everything.
― Michael A. Singer,
The Untethered Soul: The Journey Beyond Yourself
There is nothing more important to true growth
than realizing that you are not the voice of the mind -
you are the one who hears it.”
― Michael A. Singer,
The Untethered Soul: The Journey Beyond Yourself
https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1966734-the-untethered-soul
than realizing that you are not the voice of the mind -
you are the one who hears it.”
― Michael A. Singer,
The Untethered Soul: The Journey Beyond Yourself
https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1966734-the-untethered-soul
All Photos for today's OceanSpeak
from: September 20, 2018
2. PRIMAL REPOSE NEVERBORN/NEVERDIE UNFOLDMENTS SMILES....can it be THIS SIMPLE?!!!!! YES!!! 9/20/18
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AFTERNOON
UNFETTERED
UNLEASHED
INJOY OF THE ONE ETERNAL MOMENT
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ALL OF LIFE A GENTLE DÉJÀ VU
OF
GRACEOPATHY’S CREATIVE
NEVERBORN/NEVERDIE UNFOLDMENTS
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BEFORE/DURING/AFTER
ALL THAT IS!
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4:24 AM-9/20/18
UNLEASHED
INJOY OF THE ONE ETERNAL MOMENT
<
ALL OF LIFE A GENTLE DÉJÀ VU
OF
GRACEOPATHY’S CREATIVE
NEVERBORN/NEVERDIE UNFOLDMENTS
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BEFORE/DURING/AFTER
ALL THAT IS!
ew
4:24 AM-9/20/18
Leaves in Hat - insulation from heat of sun.
All people are children when they sleep.
There's no war in them then.
They open their hands and breathe
in the quiet rhythm heaven has given them.
They pucker their lips like small children
and open their hands halfway,
soldiers and statesmen, servants and masters.
There's no war in them then.
They open their hands and breathe
in the quiet rhythm heaven has given them.
They pucker their lips like small children
and open their hands halfway,
soldiers and statesmen, servants and masters.
The stars stand guard
and a haze veils the sky,
a few hours when no one will do anybody harm.
and a haze veils the sky,
a few hours when no one will do anybody harm.
If only we could speak to one another then
when our hearts are half-open flowers.
Words like golden bees would drift in.
- God, teach me the language of sleep.
Rolf Jacobsen
when our hearts are half-open flowers.
Words like golden bees would drift in.
- God, teach me the language of sleep.
Rolf Jacobsen
from: Night Music: Selected Poems
Translated by Robert Hardin
With thanks to
Ivan Granger
at Poetry Chaikhana
https://mysticmeandering.blogspot.com/2020/09/when-they-sleep-rolf-jacobsen.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+MysticMeandering+%28Mystic+Meandering%29
Translated by Robert Hardin
With thanks to
Ivan Granger
at Poetry Chaikhana
https://mysticmeandering.blogspot.com/2020/09/when-they-sleep-rolf-jacobsen.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+MysticMeandering+%28Mystic+Meandering%29
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down in tall grasses,
and even elephants lumber after safety.
When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil
into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear.
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down in tall grasses,
and even elephants lumber after safety.
When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil
into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity.
Our memory,
suddenly sharpened,
examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid,
promised walks never taken.
the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity.
Our memory,
suddenly sharpened,
examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid,
promised walks never taken.
Great souls die and our reality,
bound to them, takes leave of us.
Our souls, dependent upon
their nurture, now shrink, wizened.
bound to them, takes leave of us.
Our souls, dependent upon
their nurture, now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed and informed
by their radiance, fall away.
We are not so much maddened as reduced
to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves.
by their radiance, fall away.
We are not so much maddened as reduced
to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period,
peace blooms,
slowly and always irregularly.
Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration.
after a period,
peace blooms,
slowly and always irregularly.
Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored,
never to be the same,
whisper to us.
never to be the same,
whisper to us.
They existed.
They existed.
We can be. Be and be better.
For they existed.
~Maya Angelou
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2020/09/19/fire-ice/
They existed.
We can be. Be and be better.
For they existed.
~Maya Angelou
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2020/09/19/fire-ice/
SHE IS A MERMAID,
BUT APPROACH HER WITH CAUTION.
HER MIND SWIMS AT A DEPTH
MOST WOULD DROWN IN.
J IRON WORD
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S/HE IS A BIRD
BUT APPROACH HER/HIM WITH CAUTION.
THAT MIND FLIES AT AN ALTITUDE
MOST WOULD DISINTEGRATE IN.
J IRON WORD - ew/dmm
BUT APPROACH HER WITH CAUTION.
HER MIND SWIMS AT A DEPTH
MOST WOULD DROWN IN.
J IRON WORD
*
S/HE IS A BIRD
BUT APPROACH HER/HIM WITH CAUTION.
THAT MIND FLIES AT AN ALTITUDE
MOST WOULD DISINTEGRATE IN.
J IRON WORD - ew/dmm
MAY 12, 2013
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