"The Beyond Within" Nothing Real is Man-Made Sunrise/Afternoon May 21, 2015

Why do I storm heaven for answers
that are already in my heart? 
Every grace I need has already been given me.
Oh, lead me to the Beyond within.
—Macrina Wiederkehr



http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/05/question_20.html
Macrina's website:
http://www.macrinawiederkehr.com/blog

Nothing Real is man-made.
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end of sunrise stroll
5/21/15

Nothing Real can be Threatened.
Tara Singh + Course in Miracles

“Love is not love if it can be turned to hate.
Real relationship is not affected
by one person’s agreeing or disagreeing with another.
It is a space beyond likes and dislikes,
beyond good and bad,
where everything is reconciled and seen in a new light.”
Tara Singh
http://www.josephplan.org/quotes.html

Nothing real can be threatened.
Nothing unreal exists.
Herein lies the peace of God.
Course in Miracles
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Your spirit needs to follow the changes happening
in the spacious place it knows about.
Rumi

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.
Rumi

I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
Rumi

Lovers of Truth- rise up!
Let us go toward heaven.
We have seen enough of this world,
It's time to see another…

No, no- don't stop here.
The gardens may flow with beauty
But let us go to the Gardner Himself.

Let us go,
Bowing to the ocean
like a raging torrent.

Let us go,
Riding upon the foaming waters
of the sea.

Let us travel from this desert of
Hunger and tears
To the feast of the newlyweds.

Let us change our expression
From one of saffron
To the blossoms of the Judas tree.

Our hearts beat fast
We tremble like leaves about to fall.
Let us become the immovable mountain.

There is no escape from pain for one in exile;
There is no escape from dust
For one who lives in a dustbowl.
Let us be like the birds of paradise,
That fly about drinking sweet water.

We are surrounded by the forms
of a formless creator.
Enough with these forms!
Let us go to the Formless One.

Love is our steady guide
On this road full of hardships.
Even if the king offers you his protection,
It is better to travel with the caravan.

We are the rain that falls upon
a leaky roof-
let us miss the holes
and fall smoothly down the spout.

We are crooked bows
With strings that run from our head to toes;
Soon we will be straight
like an arrow in flight.
We run like mice when we see a cat -
yet we are the lion's roar.
Let us become that Lion.

Let our souls
mirror the love of our Master.
Let us go before Him
With a handful of gifts.

Now let us be silent
So that the Giver of Speech may speak.
Let us be silent
So we can hear Him calling us
Secretly in the night….

We are surrounded by the forms
Of a formless Creator.
Enough with these forms!
Let us go to the Formless One!

RUMI