Byron Katie ~ No room for any other

 

art girl-withagun

 

We’re not doing anything; ultimately, we’re being done.
When I say, “I love you,” there’s no personality talking.
It’s self-love: I’m only talking to myself.
More accurately, it is only talking to itself.
If I say, “Let me pour you some tea,”
it is pouring its own tea for itself, and the tea is itself.
It’s so self-absorbed that it leaves no room for any other.
Not a molecule is separate from it.
That’s true love. It’s the ultimate self: the non-self.
It’s self-consuming always, and always loving it.
In the apparent world of duality, people are going to see a “you” and a “me,”
but in reality there is only one.
Everything is equal. There’s no “this” or “that.”
And even to say “one” is delusional.
It doesn’t matter how you attempt to be disconnected,
that’s not a possibility.

 

 Byron Katie, from her book, A Mind At Home With Itself

 

Brian Piergrossi ~ A Spiritual Conspiracy

 

On the surface of the world right now there is
war and violence and things seem dark.
But calmly and quietly, at the same time,
something else is happening underground
An inner revolution is taking place
and certain individuals are being called to a higher light.
It is a silent revolution.
From the inside out. From the ground up.
This is a Global operation.
A Spiritual Conspiracy.
There are sleeper cells in every nation on the planet.
You wont see us on the T.V.
You wont read about us in the newspaper
You wont hear about us on the radio
We don't seek any glory
We don't wear any uniform
We come in all shapes and sizes, colors and styles
Most of us work anonymously
We are quietly working behind the scenes
in every country and culture of the world
Cities big and small, mountains and valleys,
in farms and villages, tribes and remote islands
You could pass by one of us on the street
and not even notice
We go undercover
We remain behind the scenes
It is of no concern to us who takes the final credit
But simply that the work gets done
Occasionally we spot each other in the street
We give a quiet nod and continue on our way
During the day many of us pretend we have normal jobs
But behind the false storefront at night
is where the real work takes a place
Some call us the Conscious Army
We are slowly creating a new world
with the power of our minds and hearts
We follow, with passion and joy
Our orders come from the Central Spiritual Intelligence
We are dropping soft, secret love bombs when no one is looking
Poems ~ Hugs ~ Music ~ Photography ~ Movies ~ Kind words ~
Smiles ~ Meditation and prayer ~ Dance ~ Social activism ~ Websites
Blogs ~ Random acts of kindness...
Releasing grudges, letting go of judgments..
We each express ourselves in our own unique ways
with our own unique gifts and talents
Be the change you want to see in the world
That is the motto that fills our hearts
We know it is the only way real transformation takes place
We know that quietly and humbly we have the
power of all the oceans combined
Our work is slow and meticulous
Like the formation of mountains
It is not even visible at first glance
And yet with it entire tectonic plates
shall be moved in the centuries to come
Love is the new religion of the 21st century
You don't have to be a highly educated person
Or have any exceptional knowledge to understand it
It comes from the intelligence of the heart
Embedded in the timeless evolutionary pulse of all human beings
Be the change you want to see in the world
Nobody else can do it for you
We are now recruiting
Perhaps you will join us
Or already have.
All are welcome
The door is open~

 

Brian Piergrossi 

 

 
 

Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī ~ O’ day, arise!

 

 

"O’ day, arise!
Shine your Light,
the atoms are dancing.
Thanks to Him the universe
is dancing.
Overcome with ecstasy,
Free from body and mind
I’ll whisper in your ear where
their dance is leading them.
All the atoms in the air
and in the desert are dancing,
puzzled and drunken to the
ray of Light,
they seem insane.
All these atoms are not so
different than we are,
happy or miserable,
perplexed and bewildered,
we are all beings in the ray
of Light from the Beloved,
nothing can be said." 

 

 

Fakhruddin Iraqi ~ Dead to selfhood

 

 

 

 Lodgers we who on
Thy threshold dwell
and nightingales that
in Thy garden sing,
whether we leave Thy door,
or waiting stand,
of only Thee we speak, of Thee we hear,
Since we are captives caught within Thy nets
where shall we thrust our passion or our heads?
And since in Thy affection we draw breath
how shall we yearn for strangers?
Lo, we lay our heads upon the threshold of Thy door
waiting to come to Thee.
Since we have quaffed
the beaker of Thy love,
we yield our hearts
and make our lives Thy ransom:
since we come again into Thy street,
we turn our backs on all
that is, save Thee.
Our souls are bound
to serve Thee,
though in grief,
and we have died
to selfhood! We are captives of Thy love
and have not strength to flee,
Thy beauty's fever
hath lit a flame:
shall not our hearts
be burned?

 

 

Wendell Berry ~ The Peace of Wild Things

 

art Dirk Wuestenhagen

 

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.