Donna Ashworth - 'This Rock'

 

art :Julia Arnt

We exist on a 4.5 billion year old rock

floating in an unfathomable expanse 

of nothing-ness

you and I

we are magnetically held in place

by an invisible force

along with 8 billion other people. 

every single thing that exists on this rock

is without doubt a work of art

so intricately crafted 

we will never truly discover the scope of wonder within

we are made of the same elements 

as everything that naturally surrounds us

just shaken up differently

and oh so magnificently

look at us, my friends. 

we are breathtaking

our breath alone

the power in that act 

is breathtaking

everything you are doing right now 

reading, feeling, understanding 

is fascinatingly complex

and yet we spend our days worrying about things

that are of no significance at all 

big-picture

walk around your world today 

with awe in your eyes 

and really see what you are living.

every aspect of this life

is nothing short of astonishing

and this rock we are clinging to with ease

is astounding.

eyes open, reach out, breathe deep

take it all in

this rock, our home, 

will know each of us

for only a heartbeat in its timeline. 

leave only love

live with only gratitude

look with only wonder.

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Nancy Neithercut - An all encompassing love

 

How long did we wait for our lives to begin? Believing that everything had to be 'just right', so we could finally relax

When you least expect it, when all hope is gone, when you realize that tale will never get pinned on the donkey, when you realize that all the ladders in the world will never reach the moon, when you're tired of trying to catch the wind, kiss your reflection in the moonlit pond, that it was simply a misconception that you were in charge of the stage door, and had to turn the crank on the merry-go- round,

you find infinite permutations of a butterfly kiss, and a beautiful intimacy of life slipping through your fingers as you slip through the lines, losing yourself and finding yourself awash in iridescent awe.

and in the end there is no doubt nor place for it to arise..........

all the secret corners of your being have been undone

there is nothing left to hide nor anywhere to hide it

nor anyone to hide...

there is nothing in the bottom of the cup

not even emptiness

or nothingness

or thinglessness

the suck as the tide goes out

water shimmering in the afternoon sun as it percolates into the sands of this shoreless sea

just an empty sublime vastness

suspended as awe

in the dance of love

What is going on is magnificently wondrously unknowable

It has no qualities or characteristics whatsoever

It is shared learned words which create a conceptual mentally fabricated world of separate things and events and time...

And this imaginary “known” world is not separate from the unknown because the ideas of “known” and “unknown” are also made up.

I could say that what is going on is fluid and ungraspable but actually it is neither moving nor nonmoving. As it has no dimension and it is not dimension less.

Has no time nor non time...

It has no things nor non-things...

It is not one big thing like wholeness or emptiness...

It has no space nor emptiness...

And it is not even an it.

This is it

And not even that....

When the story is no longer believed, that is also the story...

And the story takes on a somewhat surreal feeling... yet simultaneously real-er than real more vibrant more alive....

it’s as if the most delicious dream of unknowing has subsumed the dream of knowing...

It’s like an all encompassing love.

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