... Whispers from Morning Writngs in Ocala, FL (February-April 2018)
ORIGINAL ONES KNOW
BEYOND KNOWING THEY KNOW
NO ABILITY TO WORD OR THINK
ORIGINAL SILENCE BEFORE SOUND
ONLY A TRANSPARENT CONDUIT REMAINS
life can Deliciously Simplify!!!
whatever the drop's philosophy...
one in herself,
does what she does not for power
or out of the desire to please,
but because what she does is true.
The Pregnant Virgin: A Process of Psychological Transformation
- Marion Woodman
The Sacred Prostitute: Eternal Aspect of the Feminine
She walks above a raging river on a tight wire...
and even a drowning man grabbing at her gown for rescue...
deters her not...
she calmly remains Contained.."alone with the Alone"...
on her OWN Path.
from dmm memory of the above when read years ago
in The Pregnant Virgin-Marion Woodman)
Also CATEGORIES in right hand column: PREGNANT VIRGIN
« When a tightrope walker is on the high wire,
they are forced to stretch out their arms to keep their balance.
Well, this image represents a human being who,
torn by opposing impulses,
goes forward in life as if on a tightrope.
between the two pans of his psychic scales:
the heart and the intellect.
If their heart leans too much to one side,
if their feelings take up too much space,
they must quickly call upon their intellect,
their thought, and vice versa.
and subtracted from the other.
An inattentive person will quickly lose their balance.
humans must see to the balance of both pans of their inner scales.
If they have a tendency to overly focus on matter (possessions, power)
to the detriment of spirit,
they will create an imbalance within.
on the pretext they live in the spirit.
Whether in the physical, the psychic or the spiritual plane,
each movement made in one direction
must be offset by a movement
in the opposite direction. »
Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov
we must discover it for ourselves
after a journey that no one can take for us
or spare us.
when we lead with appreciation and radiance....
Thich Nhat Hanh
I have a poem for you.
This poem is about three of us.
The first is a twelve-year-old girl,
one of the boat people crossing the Gulf of Siam.
She was raped by a sea pirate,
and after that she threw herself into the sea.
who was born in a remote village in Thailand.
And the third person is me. I was very angry, of course.
But I could not take sides against the sea pirate.
If I could have, it would have been easier, but I couldn’t.
– economic, educational, and so on –
it is likely that I would now be that sea pirate.
So it is not easy to take sides.
It is called
“Please Call Me by My True Names,”
because I have many names,
and when you call me by any of them,
I have to say, Yes.”
Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow --
even today I am still arriving.
to be a bud on a Spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.
to fear and to hope.
of all that is alive.
on the surface of the river.
And I am the bird
that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.
in the clear water of a pond.
And I am the grass-snake
that silently feeds itself on the frog.
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.
And I am the arms merchant,
selling deadly weapons to Uganda.
refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean
after being raped by a sea pirate.
And I am the pirate,
my heart not yet capable
of seeing and loving.
with plenty of power in my hands.
And I am the man who has to pay
his “debt of blood” to my people
dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.
it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
My pain is like a river of tears,
so vast it fills the four oceans.
so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart
can be left open,
the door of compassion.
From Call Me By My True Names:
The Collected Poems of Thich Nhat Hanh
Blog for June 1, 2018
SAME AS ALZHEIMERS
IF ONE IS NOT
IN NOTHING’S JOY..
A JOY THAT IS IMPERSONAL
BEING ORIGINAL SILENCE
THAT HAS NO THOUGHTS…
HOWEVER THOUGHTS, AND EVEN THINKING
WITHOUT IDO’S ADO
SENSE OF BEING A TRANSPARENT INSTRUMENT
NO SEPARATE SENSE
Synchronisitcally just Appeared