Saturday, October 12, 2019

Jeannie Zandi - Zero

There is something that does not move no matter what comes, no matter what will be lost.

I like to call it zero. It’s sitting in zero. It’s sitting in Being. It’s so slow that it has stopped. And it has a fierce fidelity to what is authentically unfolding in the moment out of Being. It is like a fierce mama bear protective of the little things that poke their heads out in this quiet. It stands with them. It stands like a birthing mama guarding the little head as it crowns. It celebrates the purity and the newborn-ness. It says bow here. Do not add anything. Do not take anything away. Don’t run from it. Don’t pelt fruit at it. Here we stand with what’s being born in its tiny infancy, authentic and shyly showing itself, birthed from Being. No care for what it can be used for, where it’s going, what it means about you, me or someone else. It simply stands with that crowning without a name, without a use, standing with that moment because it’s precious, because it’s the Holy unfolding itself.

We seldom have felt someone standing here, before things get named, in a total abiding with the shoots of our unfolding as Being. We have forgotten it is possible. We zoom over our beauty. We blow past the subtle petals of our unfolding, and this holy birthing that’s happening all the time through us. No matter if the newborn bits are ensuring our growth or enlightenment or our doom, proof of our goodness or sure evidence of our cursedness — before all that, this moment right here and what emerges authentically is Holy.
 In Being, we’re not manipulating anything. We’re not trying to go anywhere. We’re not trying to heal anything. We follow the thread of what’s alive and we behold it in reverent silence, even if every egoic hand wants to grasp it and turn it into something. “Does this mean I’m going somewhere? Am I doing it right? Am I there yet?” The Holy is shining and peeking its head out, now, like this. Shhhhhhhh.

We are not shown how to stay with the natural expression of unfolding through us, though we were born knowing it. As we grew up, no one saw it, no one reflected it, stood with it, protected it, had faith in it, or knew it was going somewhere good simply because it was. It was slapped, shocked, harshed upon, told it wasn’t enough, sped up, and turned around. We were left in concept-land, zooming over our actual life in our fighter plane, high up and away from this right here: our own organic unfolding. Now we’re stuck up here in our everyday minds with our will trying to build something out of concept that will never be as solid as what the Holy organically reveals.

We can stand in what emerges naturally from Being. We can slow down to the speed of Being, which is zero. It has nothing to show for itself. It’s simply a miracle as it is. Everything that is zero is true. Everything that has any kind of velocity inside is false and born of fear.

True movement is pure and inside it we are zero. It is Beingness flowing into Beingness and looks like movement but it’s empty. When we say nothing ever happens, it is because when we sit in zero, there is only zero and even what moves is still. At some point when you imbibe it a bit, you start to feel it as yourself. That fidelity starts to wake in you. The refusal to dance like a trained dog for anyone is born, even if the mind says that everyone is going to leave you and that you completely suck. In refusing to preempt the unfolding present, you stay true to the speed of Being. You don’t move unless Being moves, because you cannot leave that place and offer anything real, and you’re sick to death of manipulation and skipping over what’s actually, purely and humbly here.

Nobody can make you fall in love with your Being. Sadly, we think that there’s something out there that’s more important than our slow, unfolding Being. There isn’t. Just shiny, crappy mirages. To live from Being is to die in the fidelity of going nowhere and being nobody.

 As soon as we add anything to this simple Being, we’re off trying to split ourselves apart. What a glorious feeling it is to see even for a moment that we so deeply belong, that we are so deeply goodness itself. Here’s our zero. Our pool, our wellspring, like a big vacuum, a big dark hole in the center of us that we formerly thought was our problem. It’s actually a portal to the Holy. And through that empty Being the Holy paints the world. There are few of us who are in utter fidelity to the tiny sprout-like movement of that vacuum. We’re too busy trying to get big, get good, get strong, get sophisticated, get safe. We have forgotten how to rest as zero and stand in what’s simple and authentic.

I had the utter good fortune in my life to be faced with a crossroads: I could find that little bubbling wellspring of authenticity, that ground of solid immovable Being, or I could kill myself. Because somehow the volume was turned up on the suffering enough that it was either be true or die from being driven crazy by the mind’s insanity. I was so disgusted and unable to live inside my little dog dance any more. It sounds virtuous, but it was simply survival, crawling onto the shore of the empty naked moment.

You get to stand with this one. This slowest, nothing-to-show-for-yourself one, this that is authentically here, that doesn’t feel like it’s enough. At first we’re terrified of zero–we’re terrified we’ll be no one, we’ll be nowhere, no one will love us, we’ll end up in a gutter, the train will go on without us. But below, behind, throughout and beyond that, there’s just this zero. And out of the fidelity to that Being, out of this magnificent black hole that we are, an inordinate amount of glory spills, and each movement is the poetry of being in motion, utterly empty.

Naomi Stone - Burning with love for you

 Oh, beautiful light of my life,
inspiration of my soul,
and the One who opens my heart!
I awaken in this silent darkness
and feel the ever expanding Joy
your Presence gives.
How do I share it?
How do we learn to live with
the infinity of you
that opens into
all that reaches beyond
everything we know.
All that you are is so much more
than all that manifests
before our eyes,
more than every universe
and the immeasurable skies
we name and describe!
You go on creating,
dwelling in the unseen,
revealing to us
the limits of our control
in a world in chaos,
inviting our faith in your
compassion, your mercy,
your forgiveness,
and the greatness of your love.
You open your arms to gather us
in the comforts of your inexpressible grace.
Oh, strengthen our faith in your reach,
in your power over all that exists.
Help us surrender our
foolish delusions that we know
anything at all about
who you truly are!
It is difficult for us to
comprehend the endless space of you,
to imagine vast
unlimited possibilities.
We fall on our knees, hide our faces,
and feel the fear of such greatness.
You scatter wildflowers
around us, caress us with
soft breezes, help us up
and gather us close to your heart.
We feel unworthy and
unable to know how to live
in helplessness.
Though shadows hover
over the world,
though fears coil around
our thoughts
to make us doubt and
worry and wonder
how we will live,
how we will find our way,
it is faith that rises from deep
within our souls that
kisses hope alive.
We use words to try and speak of you,
words so small
they fall like autumn leaves before
your magnificence.
We sing and the song cannot
reach around the divine mystery of
of all that you are.
All creation pales before
the brilliance that blinds us
in your glory.
Your prophets and poets and mystics,
your divine ambassadors,
your angels and archangels,
your messengers of love,
share countless stories of your miracles,
your goodness, and your gifts,
and yet they cannot touch
the omnipotence of you.
Oh teach us to surrender and stop
fighting divine truth that cannot be changed
or hidden or controlled!
Show us the way to trust your
promises and live in the kingdom of you,
an existence where all are welcome!
Awaken our spirits flowing from
your divine spirit,
spiraling and touching the earth
and opening the bridge
that connects all worlds to
the kingdom of you.
I reached the end of all we know,
became lost on paths to nowhere and
saw the futility of my words,
and I called out to you,
night after night after night,
day after day after day.
With an open heart, I asked
you to pray in me, for I no longer
knew how to pray.
Perhaps, I never did.
I surrendered all that I ever
believed I was.
You swept me into your blinding beauty,
and overwhelming love,
as volcanoes erupted, and hurricanes blew,
tornadoes wiped out towns,
waves washed over islands and
earthquakes split open the earth.
I saw through the sun.
I saw the stars fall from the sky.
I saw all the evil done in the world,
as mountains crumbled,
and I saw there was no darkness great enough
to hide from your gaze.
Yet, in the midst of every vision,
you held me close to reveal the truth
that the only life I have
is the one you’ve given me.
The only life that exists beyond it all
is you, and we are the light in your loving eyes.
We come alive when you create us
and we are lost in your gaze
in the blink of an eye.
I became a living flame of your love
burning with love for you.
My only life was consumed in
a love beyond everything that exists.
I live in the fire and creation of your love,
and I love through the power of
your love moving through me.
This is the testament of my heart,
my song that sings
of where I have been and
of what I have seen,
and what I share with you now
with outstretched hands
and an open heart.

Tuesday, October 8, 2019

Amata Natasha Goldie - In the Age of the Heart

art Sandy Jones

 In the Age of the Heart

Compassion grows as wild blossoms

Rampant and free

Filling fields as far as the eye can see

In the Age of the Heart

Gratitude flows over

In every cell of our being

From the microcosm to the macrocosm

In the Age of the Heart

Hands of healing will replace violence

And Love will be our language

In the Age of the Heart

The repressed will find their voice

And falsehood shall crumble

In the Age of the Heart

Life will be lived

As a sacred gift

Thankfulness, generosity and reciprocity

Shall fill our hearts and minds

In the Age of the Heart

All souls upon Earth

Shall awaken

To the truth

Of our shared divinity

Unity will reign

And Love will be our language