THE SILENCE THAT IS ALL
THE UNSULLIED ASKASHA TAO CORE
FORMLESSNESS IN FORM
∞
DOES BREATH THINK AND TALK
IN ORDER TO BE?
THE GREAT GIFT OF GRACED TRUE LISTENING
HAS NO PERSONAL DRAMA OF WORDS OR THOUGHTS
TO
IMPEDE THE IMPERSONAL LIFE*
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3:51 AM-8/21/18
*THE IMPERSONAL LIFE – Joseph Benner
https://www.stillnessspeaks.com/sitehtml/unknown/impersonallife.pdf
THE UNSULLIED ASKASHA TAO CORE
FORMLESSNESS IN FORM
∞
DOES BREATH THINK AND TALK
IN ORDER TO BE?
THE GREAT GIFT OF GRACED TRUE LISTENING
HAS NO PERSONAL DRAMA OF WORDS OR THOUGHTS
TO
IMPEDE THE IMPERSONAL LIFE*
ew
3:51 AM-8/21/18
*THE IMPERSONAL LIFE – Joseph Benner
https://www.stillnessspeaks.com/sitehtml/unknown/impersonallife.pdf
Not for this only do I love thee, but
Because Infinity upon thee broods,
And thou art full of whispers and of shadows.
Because Infinity upon thee broods,
And thou art full of whispers and of shadows.
Thou meanest what the sea has striven to say
So long, and yearned up to the cliffs to tell;
Thou art what all the winds have uttered not,
What the still night suggesteth to the heart.
So long, and yearned up to the cliffs to tell;
Thou art what all the winds have uttered not,
What the still night suggesteth to the heart.
Thy voice is like to music heard ere birth,
Some spirit lute touched on a spirit sea;
Thy face remembered is from other worlds.
Some spirit lute touched on a spirit sea;
Thy face remembered is from other worlds.
It has been died for though I know not where,
It has been sung of though I know not when.
It has been sung of though I know not when.
I am aware of other times and lands,
Of births far back, of lives in many stars.
http://www.searchforlight.org/nh26022005/The%20Future%20Poetry/The%20Future%20Poetry%2CSri%20Aurobindo%2Cchap23.html
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for More
regarding this Wording
Of births far back, of lives in many stars.
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regarding this Wording
Thinking prevents us from touching life deeply.
I think, therefore I am really not there.
- Thich Nhat Hanh
I think, therefore I am really not there.
- Thich Nhat Hanh
AFTERNOON
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Ha! A rush of bliss
Ha! A rush of bliss
flows suddenly through all my senses!
I feel a glow, a holy joy of life
which sets my veins and flesh afire.
Was it a god that drew these signs
which soothe my inward raging
and fill my wretched heart with joy,
and with mysterious strength
reveal about me Nature’s pulse?
Ha! A rush of bliss
flows suddenly through all my senses!
I feel a glow, a holy joy of life
which sets my veins and flesh afire.
Was it a god that drew these signs
which soothe my inward raging
and fill my wretched heart with joy,
and with mysterious strength
reveal about me Nature’s pulse?
Am I a god? The light pervades me so!
In these pure ciphers I can see
living Nature spread out before my soul.
In these pure ciphers I can see
living Nature spread out before my soul.
At last I understand the sage’s words:
“The world of spirits is not closed:
your mind is shut, your heart is dead!
Pupil, stand up and unafraid
bathe your earthly breast in morning light!”
“The world of spirits is not closed:
your mind is shut, your heart is dead!
Pupil, stand up and unafraid
bathe your earthly breast in morning light!”
How things are weaving one in one;
each lives and works within the other.
Heaven’s angels dip and soar
and hold their golden pails aloft;
with fragrant blessings on their wings,
they penetrate the earthly realm from Heaven
and all make all resound in harmony.
— from Faust, by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe / Translated by Peter Salm
http://nomindsland.blogspot.com/2018/08/johann-wolfgang-von-goethe-ha-rush-of.html
each lives and works within the other.
Heaven’s angels dip and soar
and hold their golden pails aloft;
with fragrant blessings on their wings,
they penetrate the earthly realm from Heaven
and all make all resound in harmony.
— from Faust, by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe / Translated by Peter Salm
http://nomindsland.blogspot.com/2018/08/johann-wolfgang-von-goethe-ha-rush-of.html
It calls the soul beyond everything I have ever known
and then surprises by manifesting creatively...
infinitely... and intimately...
in the feathering of divine essence
as such variation and beauty...
and then surprises by manifesting creatively...
infinitely... and intimately...
in the feathering of divine essence
as such variation and beauty...
I experience melting of all identity
into the softness of love
and the magnificence of light
in the gift of caressing waves of peace...
into the softness of love
and the magnificence of light
in the gift of caressing waves of peace...
an eternal companion...
magnifying and enlarging and deepening
the expanse and reach of divine love...
the sacred path
of the sweet revelation
of relationship
where everything is transformed into life itself...
magnifying and enlarging and deepening
the expanse and reach of divine love...
the sacred path
of the sweet revelation
of relationship
where everything is transformed into life itself...
I surrender into the sacred surroundings
of an absolutely enchanting Beloved...
this is the exquisite and elegant dwelling
within the One
from whom we came...
Naomi Stone
https://mysticmeandering.blogspot.com/2018/08/the-world-of-mystic-naomi-stone.html
of an absolutely enchanting Beloved...
this is the exquisite and elegant dwelling
within the One
from whom we came...
Naomi Stone
https://mysticmeandering.blogspot.com/2018/08/the-world-of-mystic-naomi-stone.html
Read More Below
for more re:
"Not for this only do I love thee, but
Because Infinity upon thee broods."
for more re:
"Not for this only do I love thee, but
Because Infinity upon thee broods."
The love of Idas for Marpessa is not satisfied with the old forms of passion
and feeling and imaginative idealism,
there are here other notes which carry the individual emotion out of itself
and strive to cast it into unity with the life of Nature
and the whole past life and love of humanity
and the eternal continuity of passion
and seeking and all the suggestion of the Infinite.
The very passion for physical beauty
takes on this almost mystic character;
it is the passion for a body
packed with sweet
Of all this world, that cup of brimming June,
That jar of violet wine set in the air,
That palest rose sweet in the night of life.
But, says Idas,
Not for this only do I love thee, but
Because Infinity upon thee broods,
And thou art full of whispers and of shadows.
Thou meanest what the sea has striven to say
So long, and yearned up to the cliffs to tell;
Thou art what all the winds have uttered not,
What the still night suggesteth to the heart.
Thy voice is like to music heard ere birth,
Some spirit lute touched on a spirit sea;
Thy face remembered is from other worlds.
It has been died for though I know not where,
It has been sung of though I know not when.
I am aware of other times and lands,
Of births far back, of lives in many stars.
Here we have the reconciliation, already suggested by Whitman,
of the full power and meaning of the individual with the full power
and meaning of the universal, eternal and infinite,
but it is concentrated and brought to bear
on a single feeling for its enlargement
with a great power of intuitive and revealing suggestion.
This enlarging of the particular to meet
and become one with the universal and infinite
— Tennyson’s knowing of what God and man is
from a deep and intimate perception
of all that is meant by Nature
in a single little flower
in the crannies --
is a very characteristic and indicative feature
of this new poetry.
excerpt for about 1/2 way down this pagehttp://www.searchforlight.org/nh26022005/The%20Future%20Poetry/The%20Future%20Poetry%2CSri%20Aurobindo%2Cchap23.html
and feeling and imaginative idealism,
there are here other notes which carry the individual emotion out of itself
and strive to cast it into unity with the life of Nature
and the whole past life and love of humanity
and the eternal continuity of passion
and seeking and all the suggestion of the Infinite.
The very passion for physical beauty
takes on this almost mystic character;
it is the passion for a body
packed with sweet
Of all this world, that cup of brimming June,
That jar of violet wine set in the air,
That palest rose sweet in the night of life.
But, says Idas,
Not for this only do I love thee, but
Because Infinity upon thee broods,
And thou art full of whispers and of shadows.
Thou meanest what the sea has striven to say
So long, and yearned up to the cliffs to tell;
Thou art what all the winds have uttered not,
What the still night suggesteth to the heart.
Thy voice is like to music heard ere birth,
Some spirit lute touched on a spirit sea;
Thy face remembered is from other worlds.
It has been died for though I know not where,
It has been sung of though I know not when.
I am aware of other times and lands,
Of births far back, of lives in many stars.
Here we have the reconciliation, already suggested by Whitman,
of the full power and meaning of the individual with the full power
and meaning of the universal, eternal and infinite,
but it is concentrated and brought to bear
on a single feeling for its enlargement
with a great power of intuitive and revealing suggestion.
This enlarging of the particular to meet
and become one with the universal and infinite
— Tennyson’s knowing of what God and man is
from a deep and intimate perception
of all that is meant by Nature
in a single little flower
in the crannies --
is a very characteristic and indicative feature
of this new poetry.
excerpt for about 1/2 way down this pagehttp://www.searchforlight.org/nh26022005/The%20Future%20Poetry/The%20Future%20Poetry%2CSri%20Aurobindo%2Cchap23.html
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