Nancy Neithercut ~ Love sings me

 art Gun Legler

 

 

 How many see the self as the enemy? They feel that something is wrong and hear that there are some who live in apparent bliss, without attachment, and they long to get rid of that as well! They love so many things with an ache that they feel is wrong somehow.
They desire love and feel they cannot find it... yet they are looking at it always.... it is just the idea of love that seems to block this obvious recognition

I see you and I know you are love...
You are the jewel of the universe... through your eyes, love catches a glimpse of its own reflection...
and I weep and I weep and I weep...

in love as love through love
love in love with itself...
through your beautiful beautiful eyes

I wandered to the edge of all and everything...
The known world exploded and every shard pierced my heart and eviscerated me, love burned every secret place I thought I could hide in... found the deepest darkest places I never knew existed... acres of blood soaked meadows and ashes of bones blowing away...
....until there was not even nothing...

But no one fell off that cliff, as there is no where to fall and no one who could...
This unutterable vacancy swept through my brain like a great wind, blowing away all that I thought I knew... all ideas were seen to be false... including all ideas of truth...
and love...

I returned to the known world, knowing I was a flowing thought dream... that all things were mental fabrications...
Yet the infinite beauty of thingness, wondrous beyond compare...
The amazing beauty of all the stories ever written, the heartbeat of humanity... love and love lost, and longing for love... and the pain we get to feel so deeply... all of it feels like love...
the exquisite story of love sings me... sings these words these lines
...these tears

 

 

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Ales Us ~ What all this is

 

art Akiane Kramarik

 

 What happens can even after so called shift, as it usually does, appear as a feeling that it is you who are doing what body does, though that is of course also just what appears to be happening. Even deep comprehension that what happens is just a life happening all by itself, an automatic streaming of seeming events, does not prevent the sense of doership to appear. Just the same is with thoughts and the thinker, feelings and the feeler.
  The I am sense, appearing as a by product of social interactions, is as natural for humans as is chirping and posing of birds for attracting the mate, or communicating by chemicals through roots, air, or via insects, for trees, what all displays the sense of individualness in a certain form. A sense of being a separate entity seems to be a prerequisite for the survival and successful functioning of the specie.
  All those mystical experiences, of oneness, of no-self, of being the pure awareness, or being one with everything or with god, are but mental phenomenons and have as such no importance outside of narrow context of personal story.
  As I see, it is the very comprehension of own uniqueness and simultaneous illusoriness of the person together with utter impossibility to ever know and understand what all this is, what makes life feel as unfathomable mystery and wondrous beyond comprehension. And knowing that this too is just a fleeting experience, just a by passing mirage, does not diminish it but rather makes it even more wonderful and precious.

 

 

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