WHEN TOTALITY OF IMPERSONAL COMPASSION IS ALL THAT IS
THE MAGNIFICENCE & SUBLIME
OF EACH MOMENT
ERASES TIME, WORDS & THOUGHTS
OF EACH MOMENT
ERASES TIME, WORDS & THOUGHTS
HOLY WHOLE**
ORIGINAL GRACE
ORIGINAL GRACE
JUST IS
(see Read More at end)
So few are moved to wander forth,
From the shelter of belief and "knowledge",
And stand naked beneath The Great Mystery,
Drenched... in Rains of Wonder.
Chuck Surface
See Read More for Full Sharing
From the shelter of belief and "knowledge",
And stand naked beneath The Great Mystery,
Drenched... in Rains of Wonder.
Chuck Surface
See Read More for Full Sharing
from Chuck Surface:
There are those who wander,
Outside the walls of religion,
Whether the worship of deity,
Or the nonduality of Brahman.
Belief, and descriptions of "Truth",
No longer sufficing,
Faith in a distant Heaven,
Having lost its allure.
They do not condemn the walled,
Embracing them as fellow Lovers.
Only... they cannot abide therein,
Having come, instead,
To a Love of the Wilderness,
And the Great Mystery... Undefined.
For it is there, in The Unknown,
That Her Silent Voice whispers.
Not in words "about", or "descriptions of",
But in the Intimacy of Direct Experience.
If one must speak of Truth,
It is, for them, Her Felt Presence,
Which stills the tongue of the mind,
Emptying in Fullness, both knower and known.
Love is there, in the Wilderness,
Where Lover and Beloved Vanish.
Fullness and Completion embrace you,
With nothing having been acquired.
Wisdom Shines like a Sun,
Everything having been forgotten.
And Benediction Showers, without cause,
Save… the simple fact of existing.
So few are moved to wander forth,
From the shelter of belief and "knowledge",
And stand naked beneath The Great Mystery,
Drenched... in Rains of Wonder.
Chuck Surface
www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved
There are those who wander,
Outside the walls of religion,
Whether the worship of deity,
Or the nonduality of Brahman.
Belief, and descriptions of "Truth",
No longer sufficing,
Faith in a distant Heaven,
Having lost its allure.
They do not condemn the walled,
Embracing them as fellow Lovers.
Only... they cannot abide therein,
Having come, instead,
To a Love of the Wilderness,
And the Great Mystery... Undefined.
For it is there, in The Unknown,
That Her Silent Voice whispers.
Not in words "about", or "descriptions of",
But in the Intimacy of Direct Experience.
If one must speak of Truth,
It is, for them, Her Felt Presence,
Which stills the tongue of the mind,
Emptying in Fullness, both knower and known.
Love is there, in the Wilderness,
Where Lover and Beloved Vanish.
Fullness and Completion embrace you,
With nothing having been acquired.
Wisdom Shines like a Sun,
Everything having been forgotten.
And Benediction Showers, without cause,
Save… the simple fact of existing.
So few are moved to wander forth,
From the shelter of belief and "knowledge",
And stand naked beneath The Great Mystery,
Drenched... in Rains of Wonder.
Chuck Surface
www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved
Wisdom Shines like a Sun,
Everything having been forgotten.
And Benediction Showers, without cause,
Save… the simple fact of existing.
Everything having been forgotten.
And Benediction Showers, without cause,
Save… the simple fact of existing.
For it is there, in The Unknown,
That Her Silent Voice whispers.
Not in words "about", or "descriptions of",
But in the Intimacy of Direct Experience.
That Her Silent Voice whispers.
Not in words "about", or "descriptions of",
But in the Intimacy of Direct Experience.
WHEN TOTALITY OF IMPERSONAL COMPASSION
IS ALL THAT IS
<
THE MAGNIFICENCE & SUBLIME
OF EACH MOMENT
ERASES TIME, WORDS & THOUGHTS
<
HOLY WHOLE**
ORIGINAL GRACE
JUST IS
<
IS
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4:35 AM
1/15/15
**"Holy Whole" from miriam louisa....see"Categories" miriam louisa
and/or
http://echoesfromemptiness.com/2014/12/18/you-will-not-be-missed/
If one must speak of Truth,
It is, for them, Her Felt Presence,
Which stills the tongue of the mind,
Emptying in Fullness, both knower and known.
It is, for them, Her Felt Presence,
Which stills the tongue of the mind,
Emptying in Fullness, both knower and known.
Love is there, in the Wilderness,
Where Lover and Beloved Vanish.
Fullness and Completion embrace you,
With nothing having been acquired.
Where Lover and Beloved Vanish.
Fullness and Completion embrace you,
With nothing having been acquired.
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