Ah! for this Prelude to Original Grace:
THERE IS A BROKENNESS
There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken,
a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow beyond grief which leads to joy
and a fragility out of whose depths emerges strength.
There is a hollow space too vast for words
through which we pass with each loss,
out of whose darkness we are sanctioned into being.
There is a cry deeper than all sound
whose serrated edges cut the heart as we break open
to the place inside which is unbreakable and whole,
while learning to sing.
~ Rashani
http://beautywelove.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-is-brokenness.html
THERE IS A BROKENNESS
There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken,
a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow beyond grief which leads to joy
and a fragility out of whose depths emerges strength.
There is a hollow space too vast for words
through which we pass with each loss,
out of whose darkness we are sanctioned into being.
There is a cry deeper than all sound
whose serrated edges cut the heart as we break open
to the place inside which is unbreakable and whole,
while learning to sing.
~ Rashani
http://beautywelove.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-is-brokenness.html
THERE IS NOTHING PERSONAL
IF ONE IS TRULY IMPERSONAL IN ORIGINAL GRACE
THE PURPOSE OF BEING IN EARTH FORM IS ORIGINAL GRACE REALIZED.
SIMPLE.
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4:13 AM
1/17/15
IF ONE IS TRULY IMPERSONAL IN ORIGINAL GRACE
THE PURPOSE OF BEING IN EARTH FORM IS ORIGINAL GRACE REALIZED.
SIMPLE.
ew
4:13 AM
1/17/15
Praise and blame, gain and loss, pleasure and sorrow, come and go like the wind.
To be happy, rest like a giant tree in the midst of them all.
-Buddha
To be happy, rest like a giant tree in the midst of them all.
-Buddha
May all things move and be moved in me and know and be known in me.
May all creation dance for joy within me.
–Chinook Psalter
May all creation dance for joy within me.
–Chinook Psalter
I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me.
That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly,
and my blood is part of the sea.
There is not any part of me that is alone and absolute except my mind,
and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself,
it is only the glitter of the sun on the surfaces of the water.
–D. H. Lawrence
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/01/on-being-perfectly-alive.html
That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly,
and my blood is part of the sea.
There is not any part of me that is alone and absolute except my mind,
and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself,
it is only the glitter of the sun on the surfaces of the water.
–D. H. Lawrence
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/01/on-being-perfectly-alive.html
May your life be like a wildflower,
growing freely in the beauty and joy of each day.
-Native American Proverb
growing freely in the beauty and joy of each day.
-Native American Proverb
Fill your bowl to the brim and it will spill.
Keep sharpening your knife and it will blunt.
Chase after money and security and your heart will never unclench.
Care about people's approval and you will be their prisoner.
Do your work, then step back.
The only path to serenity.
-Lao-Tze
(Translated by Stephen Mitchell)
Keep sharpening your knife and it will blunt.
Chase after money and security and your heart will never unclench.
Care about people's approval and you will be their prisoner.
Do your work, then step back.
The only path to serenity.
-Lao-Tze
(Translated by Stephen Mitchell)
When thought, discipline and experience
have done their utmost and finally accept utter defeat,
they then cease to function altogether.
That state is beyond both words and silence.
It is neither one thing nor another.
The absolute noumenon cannot be experienced.
To know it is to BE it.
Ramesh S. Balsekar
A Net of Jewels
January 23
have done their utmost and finally accept utter defeat,
they then cease to function altogether.
That state is beyond both words and silence.
It is neither one thing nor another.
The absolute noumenon cannot be experienced.
To know it is to BE it.
Ramesh S. Balsekar
A Net of Jewels
January 23
The Song of Life
J. Krishnamurti
I have no name,
I am as the fresh breeze of the mountains.
I have no shelter;
I am as the wandering waters.
I have no sanctuary, like the dark gods;
Nor am I in the shadow of deep temples.
I have no sacred books;
Nor am I well-seasoned in tradition.
I am not in the incense Mounting on the high altars,
Nor in the pomp of ceremonies.
I am neither in the graven image,
Nor in the rich chant of a melodious voice.
I am not bound by theories,
Nor corrupted by beliefs.
I am not held in the bondage of religions,
Nor in the pious agony of their priests.
I am not entrapped by philosophies,
Nor held in the power of their sects.
I am neither low nor high,
I am the worshipper and the worshipped.
I am free.
My song is the song of the river Calling for the open seas,
Wandering, wandering, I am Life.
I have no name,
I am as the fresh breeze of the mountains.
~ J. Krishnamurti
http://beautywelove.blogspot.com/2015/01/the-song-of-life.html
J. Krishnamurti
I have no name,
I am as the fresh breeze of the mountains.
I have no shelter;
I am as the wandering waters.
I have no sanctuary, like the dark gods;
Nor am I in the shadow of deep temples.
I have no sacred books;
Nor am I well-seasoned in tradition.
I am not in the incense Mounting on the high altars,
Nor in the pomp of ceremonies.
I am neither in the graven image,
Nor in the rich chant of a melodious voice.
I am not bound by theories,
Nor corrupted by beliefs.
I am not held in the bondage of religions,
Nor in the pious agony of their priests.
I am not entrapped by philosophies,
Nor held in the power of their sects.
I am neither low nor high,
I am the worshipper and the worshipped.
I am free.
My song is the song of the river Calling for the open seas,
Wandering, wandering, I am Life.
I have no name,
I am as the fresh breeze of the mountains.
~ J. Krishnamurti
http://beautywelove.blogspot.com/2015/01/the-song-of-life.html
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