Ed Crowley ~ The Silence within

 

 I’m The Unknown Wanderer
Understand that I speak not,
the language of your mind

My speech is completely Silent
It’s compassionate and kind

I speak the silent alphabet,
that only talks Heart to Heart,
It immediately quells all fears

If you cannot hear it,
then go ahead and
shut the gates, of both
your eyes and ears

Go within, beyond mind,
far deeper, to the stillness
of the Silence within

Listen closely and you
will hear the melodies
of Heart to Heart music
within the tranquil stillness,
where truth has always been

There’s only one sound
drowning out all others.
It’s the transcendent,
primordial sound of OM

It’s echoing within the
innermost chambers
of your Soul, I’ll be ringing
the sacred inner temple bell,
I’ll be calling you back Home

It’s the ecstatic bliss
of the Beloved One,
singing It’s loving presence,
Intimately to your Essence

Now open all your eyes
the inner and outer ones,
You’ll finally see the Reality
of the splendor of Existence

With an empty mind and
a pure Heart, all of the
worlds miracles abound

Feel the reverberating,
crescendo culminating,
You’ll Now Consciously
Awake, to Realize, that
It is Love, that is indeed,
Creations primordial sound

 

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Eric Baret - From the Abandon

 

 

art Gregory Colbert

 

 

 Familiarize yourself with this availability in life's moments. I don't need to change anything in me: my fears, my arrogance, my pretensions, my limits, all of this is necessary for me to feel the limitless.

Everything changes, but no change other than the one which appears in the moment is necessary. All energies that were used to create, to appropriate, will go sit in that availability. Some real creation going on here. This creation is celebration: a creation that gives grace, not a creation that claims.

Spirituality is a concept. What people project in alleged spirituality, at six they project in their scout team, at ten in their football team, at twenty in politics and at thirty in marriage...

This missing that we have tried to fill with a doll, electric train, good grade at school, career, child, we then project it into spirituality. He's the pothole of all our fears. Everyone, depending on the form of their anxieties, is attracted to a certain type of spirituality. When it's present, respect it; but it's nothing but fear.

True spirituality is a thank you. Master Eckhart makes a difference between genuine prayer, prayer of the heart, celebration of divine fulfillment, and prayer that comes from lack, which tries to ask for correction. The latter is not a prayer, but a form of abscess.

Real prayer is thankfulness. True spirituality is non-dynamism that incarnates itself in an availability of every moment. When cancer, disease, birth, violence, emotion come, be available: there lies the depth.

Scouts, politics, spirituality, the child, rugby team have their place, otherwise this wouldn't exist. Wanting to get rid of all your problems to become spiritual, to become "woke", too. These rules, these references, these knowledge are born from fear.

There comes a time when you no longer need to search in the different streams of life. You enlighten spirituality, not the other way around. It is your clarity that makes you deeply understand what politics, fatherhood, violence, disease, Buddhism, Islam are. Your clarity illuminates all this.

And, there, there is no more word, no more direction, knowledge, school, line, teaching and, above all, no more spiritual person. The only thing that remains is non-separation.

Understand that there is nothing to comprehend, nothing to acquire. I don't need to invent tools to cope with life, create means of defense or appropriate to cope with situations.

Honestly looking at what’s there, what awakens fear, anxiety, pretense, defense in me. Clearly, accept my claims, my limits. These limits will reflect the non-limit.

Live mediocrity: it reveals the ultimate in us. When I refuse mediocrity, when I imagine, that I project a superior or a inferior, spiritual things that should free me from everyday life, there, I am in an imaginary. It's a form of psychosis. Mediocrity is basically mediocrity according to my concept.

Daily function: eat, sleep, love, see, feel, look. Letting all the emotions live inside us. Nothing to defend, to assert, to know. I dont need anything to feel what matters. No point changing anything about me

Some discoveries are meant to be made and forgotten in the moment. And for the person, it is terror, because the ego needs to take ownership of qualifications: being spiritual, meditate, liberate yourself.

Eric Baret - From the Abandon - Two Oceans Editions

Paul Brunton ~ Only in deep silence

 

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 The sovereignty of nature has been allotted to the silent forces.
The moon makes not the faintest echo of a noise, yet it draws millions of tons of tidal waters to and fro at its bidding.
 
We do not hear the sun rise, nor the planets set. So, too, the dawning of the greatest moment in a man's life comes quietly, with none to herald it to the world.

In that Stillness alone is born the knowledge of the Overself. The gliding of the mind's boat into the lagoon of the spirit is the gentlest thing I know; it is more hushed than the fall of eventide. Only in deep silence may we hear the voice of the soul; argument but beclouds it and too much speech stops its appearance.
 
When you have caught your fish you may share it, but while you are angling for it talk breaks the spell and frightens the fish away. If we could occupy ourselves less with the activities of the larynx and more with the activities of the deeper mind, we might arrive at something worth saying. Speech is an adjunct, not an obligation. To be is the prime duty of man.

 

 

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Byron Katie ~ No room for any other

 

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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.