TAO NOTHINGNESS "...a zone of peace." April 12, 2020

NAKED GRACE KNOWS NOT
A SEPARATE CONCEPT OF GOD
ONE PHYSICALLY SEES WITH PHYSICAL EYE
BUT CANNOT SEE OWN EYE AT THE SAME TIME
< 
ONENESS WITH THAT WHICH SEES
IS SOULUTION FOR ALL
=
BEYOND WORDS TO DESCRIBE
THIS
TAO NOTHINGNESS THAT IS ALL
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5:08 AM-4/12/20

All Photos (unless otherwise noted) from
Harbour Island, Bahamas
April 12, 2019
​VAST SILENCE
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/vast-silence-in-sanest-hours-lesson-of-nature-calm-like-the-stars-shining-eternal-april-12-2019

When you have seen God
You meditate on Him,
Saying to yourself, "I am He."
​
But when you are without thought
And you understand there is only one,
Without a second,
​On whom can you meditate?

 

Excerpt from:
Chapter 18 of
The Heart of Awareness-A Translation of the Ashtavakra Gita
Thomas Byrom
Quoted here:
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/relief-sans-belief-he-looks-busy-but-he-does-nothing-the-teaching-of-my-soul-april-4-2019
(this above link has a typo...but clicking it gets you to April 14, 2019 where this quote is)​

If you want to live a life of balance, try this:
Turn off the news for a while,
meditate, turn on Mozart,
walk through the forest or the mountains
and begin to make yourself a zone of peace.
Let go of the latest story.
Listen more deeply.

When we react to insecurity
with fear we worsen the problem--
we create a frightened society.
Instead we can use courage and compassion
to respond calmly with a fearless heart.
~Jack Kornfield
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2020/04/12/32123/

Thirty spokes are joined together in a wheel,
but it is the center hole
that allows the wheel to function.

We mold clay into a pot,
but it is the emptiness inside
that makes the vessel useful.

We fashion wood for a house,
but it is the emptiness inside
that makes it livable.

We work with the substantial,
but the emptiness is what we use.
Laozi Tao Te Ching 11

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AFTERNOON

Teaching a Stone to Talk, excerpt
At a certain point you say to the woods,
to the sea, to the mountains, the world,
Now I am ready.
Now I will stop and be wholly attentive.

You empty yourself and wait, listening.
After a time you hear it:
there is nothing there.
​
There is nothing but those things only,
those created objects, discrete, growing or holding,
or swaying, being rained on or raining, held,
flooding or ebbing, standing, or spread.

You feel the world’s word as a tension,
a hum, a single chorused note
everywhere the same.

This is it: this hum is the silence.
Nature does not utter a peep - just this one.
The birds and insects,
the meadows and swamps and rivers
and stones and mountains and clouds:
they all do it;
they all don’t do it.
​

There is a vibrancy to the silence,
a suppression,
as if someone were gagging the world.

But you wait,
you give your life’s length to listening,
and nothing happens.
The ice rolls up, the ice rolls back,
and still that single note obtains.

The tension, or lack of it, is intolerable.
The silence is not actually suppression;
instead, it is all there is.
—Annie Dillard 

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