ARE NOT TETHERED TO ANY
MAN-MADE OR PERSONAL EGOIC TIME CLOCK
REST IN THE VAST CORE SILENCE
RELEASE & FREEDOM
WITNESSING VIA INNER STILLPOINT
RATHER THAN ONENESS- OSMOSING WITH ALL
but when I finally gave up and turned back
there He [She] was within me!
14th Century Mystic
of the Kashmir Shaivism tradition
without "success", what can be done but give up or collapse?
Yet a special thing happens at that very moment. We drop
our expectations, our hopes, our projections about this
external thing called "God" [Self/Enlightenment]. For the
first time we have truly let go of the story we've been telling
ourselves about what "God" is... It is only then that the
scales fall way from our eyes.
We stop straining to look, and finally see.
And we see the Eternal already here, within.
into the depths of the Ocean
of which it is itself a modulation,
it finds the peace for which it was in search...
than directly experiencing the Presence of our
Eternal Being within,
and knowing that we *are* that...
That's what will get us through...
I endeavor to *feel* this Presence daily...
All Photos for today's OceanSpeak from: June 29, 2019
.....VANISHED "...Ecstasy of nonexistent Existence." June 29, 2019 "...simply being loving." "...spontaneous experience of silence."
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Of an attic full of dusty toys
And old dolls’ houses.
No faculty of engineering
Repeats the joys of tinkering
With model planes, that hankering
To fly with aces.
Is the first place
where the true and the good
Awaken in us.
Cannot supply that buried treasure
Which is the basis and the measure
And which we name imagination,
A word I cite with much elation
And some unease
Because it can sound slight and airy
An entry in the dictionary,
A bubble word.
Yet while I’m wary
I still want to declare its great
Sustaining force, early and late,
From youth to age.
Accountants, lawyers, graduates
In medicine, as well as poets
Using language --
All need its salutary power.
All men and women must beware
Who would deny it
And go against their childhood’s grain
And dry up like earth parched for rain.
No drug or diet
No health-farm, clinic, yoga course
No mantra om, no Star Wars force
For what is lost when the mind divides.
The brain has two conjugal sides,
The left and right.
To have to marry intuition
To the analytic reason
For psychic balance.
Free yet cornered in its nature.
To be your whole self, you must mate your
Brains and glands.
Fragrant with personality
And moral feeling.
Distinction’s not an ego-trip.
Yet once up there you can still slip
And keep on falling.
Everything flows, an old Greek said.
Nothing’s secure. Gold’s only lead
When you stop to think.
To the ones you meet on their way down.
The Latin root of condescension
Means we all sink.
Let the hierarchy and Mafia
Join hand in glove
To doom and excommunicate
Whoever’s not compassionate,
Whoever will not contemplate
The world through love.