"Sublime Oblivion" "Death Unto.....Life"

THERE IS NO SEPARATE SELF (OR OTHERS) TO LOVE WHEN YOU ARE LOVE.
LOVE SIMPLY IS.

LOVE IS A STATE OF HEADLESS BEING….

“FOOL FOR LOVE”
“IDIOTIC GENTLENESS” – “QUIET INDIFFERENCE”

PREFERENCES ARE DISAPPEARED.
ONE IS BEYOND WORDS AND THOUGHTS AS DICTATORS

SOURCED FROM BEYOND THE SILENCE
SOME CALL THIS PURE GRACE –

4:44 AM
ew
4/13/2015

It's like falling asleep, but remaining awake,
Like dying, but remaining alive,
This Falling into ourSelf...

Letting go of everything… Everything.

As in falling asleep,
This abandoning is a pleasure,
Anticipation of Sublime Oblivion…

Of Death Unto…Life.

Even so is our inward turning,
As we cease our outward wandering,
And Fall, Heartlong…

Into our Source.

Not a practice mastered,
A discipline perfected,
But a movement of Attention…

From known, to Knower, to... Knowing.

Surrendering... Everything,
Including “enlightenment”,
“Bondage”…

And all such hellish dualities.

Vanished, the Lover, yet… Alive,
As the Formless Mystery from which,
Lover and Beloved arise.

Both Dancing for a time,
Through this Play of Form,
Then turning, at Heaven's behest…

To Embrace… and Vanish, yet again

Chuck Surface
FB-4/12/15.

www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.Facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved

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A STROLL TO FAR NORTH END OF BEACH THAT IS MOSTLY WITHOUT PEOPLE