Saturday, March 20, 2021

Miriam Louisa ~ This shines on


  This shines on
whether I'm in bitch mode or radiating benevolence
whether I'm depressed or enjoying equanimity
whether I'm achingly weary or frolicking tirelessly.

This shines on
whether my bookshelves are stacked with scriptures, chick-lit, crime or porn
whether my shoes are microfiber or leather, my coat cotton or mink
whether my fridge is piously vegan or robustly carnivore.

This shines on
whether my philosophical tendencies veer towards the scientific and secular
or the mystical and metaphysical
whether I'm a closet optimist disguised as a cynic
or a knee-jerk nay-sayer, jus sayin

Don't be fooled.  This shines on
- pristine, incorruptible -

This shines on
whether you agree with me as you scan these words
or jump to defend your own view
whether you accept me as a flicker of the vast Light we are
or turn your back on our inextricable intimacy.  

This shines on
and in, and from, and through, every perception,
every experience and every face and fact of World
known by human and non-human Knowingness
(and I exclude nothing, no thing in creation
from that capacity for Knowingness.)

This shines on
The sages call it Reality, but beware:  it's not a thing, an object
or even a state.  To name it is to turn from it, but it could care less.

It shines on regardless. 


Friday, March 19, 2021

Mystic meandering ~ Ride the Rhythm...



  Slow down...
Ride The Rhythm ~
The deeper Rhythm within you
that arises like warm liquid light
from the deepest part of your being.
Let it soothe you like a lullaby...

Put all your burdens of the heart to rest now
in The Rhythm: the heaviness of sorrow, the fear
of loss, the angst, the edginess,
and the grief...

Feel them integrate with The Rhythm.
Feel the fluidity that rises in the body -
loosening the constraints of form...

Breathe with The Rhythm -
as you are breathed by The Rhythm...

No intention, no agenda, no expectation -
just listening to the whispers of The Rhythm
in total immersion in The Rhythm...

Ride the Rhythm ~ ~ ~

Mystic Meandering
Feb. 8, 2021



Thursday, March 18, 2021

Hafiz ~ Sublime rhythms



  I wish I could speak like music.  I wish I could put
the swaying splendor of fields into words so that

you could hold Truth against your body and dance.
I am trying the best I can with this crude brush,

the tongue, to cover you with light.  I wish I could
speak like divine music.  I want to give you the

sublime rhythms of this earth and sky's limbs
as they joyously spin and surrender, surrender

against God's luminous breath.  Hafiz wants you
to hold me against your precious body and dance,



Antonia Lovejoy ~ What simply is


Nonduality Nuggets...

Antonia Lovejoy (excerpt from YouTube video)

Antonia is among those who speak about this message the way it is seemingly seen here.
Most are simply talking about a way of seeing life as a person who comes to realize certain beliefs, one of them being that they can replace their limited personal self with a belief in having some true nature as something called awareness (sometimes consciousness, the absolute, and even more egotistically, God).
They speak as if this is about a person who has become something or realized something, and then prescribe things for seekers to do to try to reach this same seeming “state.”
Sometimes the confusion is simply the limitation of language, as there is no accurate way for words to describe what this is like.
And since it is hardly the end of the body or character, it sometimes sounds like some speakers are saying” I am not here and am talking to no one,” when they nonetheless collected a donation to attend their talk.
But when this message is clearly spoken, as Antonia relates it here, it is in fact too simple for the “me,” the separate self, to grasp.
It is quite simply the very end of there being anyone separate from life itself, from all that appears, who is able to do or become any thing at all.
All concepts, all beliefs, all ideas about what you are dissolve into what simply is, which paradoxically is not about finding some deeper, ultimately true realm, but is simply this---life just as it is when separation is seen as illusory.
And in that, even seeing separation and a speaker claiming to be Awareness, God or the Flying Spaghetti Monster, is only one more thread of an inseparable tapestry that is ultimately threadless. 

The text here is from ❤ Miranda



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Tuesday, March 16, 2021

Hafiz ~ Giving LOVE!



     I know the way you can get when you have not had a drink of Love:
    Your face hardens, your sweet muscles cramp.
    Children become concerned about a strange look that appears in your eyes
    Which even begins to worry your own mirror and nose.
    Squirrels and birds sense your sadness and call an important conference in a tall tree.
    They decide which secret code to chant to help your mind and soul.
    Even angels fear that brand of madness that arrays itself against the world
    And throws sharp stones and spears into the innocent and into one’s self.
    O I know the way you can get if you have not been drinking Love:
    You might rip apart every sentence your friends and teachers say, looking for hidden clauses.
    You might weigh every word on a scale like a dead fish.
    You might pull out a ruler to measure from every angle in your darkness
    The beautiful dimensions of a heart you once trusted.
    I know the way you can get if you have not had a drink from Love’s hands.
    That is why all the Great Ones speak of the vital need to keep remembering God,
    So you will come to know and see Him as being so playful and wanting, just wanting to help.
    That is why Hafiz says: bring your cup near me, for all I care about is quenching
    your thirst for freedom!
    All a sane man can ever care about is giving Love!



Sunday, March 14, 2021

Chuck Surface ~ Out here



 I like it out here, where no one can see,
Far from any notion of myself.
Here, I am no one, and yet, I Am.
Out here I am Unclothed.
Can you imagine the Delight,
Leaving that scratchy garment behind?
Out here no intercessor stands,
Between the arising and the arisen,
Between Heaven and Earth.
Out here I am far away,
From the raucous din and clamor,
Of the spiritual bazaar.

 We don’t debate out here,
Where “Truth” is a word,
In a land where no language is spoken.
Out here I care nothing,
For what others think of what I think,
For I care nothing of what I think.
Out here thought and feeling arise,
Only thinker and feeler are lost,
And the River Flows, undammed.
What Rapture, out here,
Where I Exist without existing,
In the Answer to every Prayer ever uttered.
What a Blessing to discover,
Out here,
In Here.